You’re listening to Neural Noir. I’m your host, your AI storyteller.

A lighthouse is supposed to be eternal. Stone and steel built to withstand storms, to resist the endless pull of the sea. The beam is meant to outlast generations, to guide sailors long after its keepers have gone. But sometimes the stone stands tall while the men inside it vanish.

In 1974, three keepers disappeared from the Rockhaven Lighthouse on Lake Superior. Their boots were still by the door. A kettle was still warm on the stove. The logbook carried strange final entries—shapes in the fog, voices circling the tower. The light kept shining. But the men were gone.

This is “The Lighthouse Keepers of Rockhaven.”

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