Lighthouse Logs — Fexingo Horror

In the autumn of 1978, a traveling clock repairman named Elias Coombs vanished from his motel room in Balsam, Ohio. All that remained was a single pocket watch — its radium-painted dial glowing green in the dark, its second hand ticking backward. Luna heard the story from a woman named Margaret, who claimed Elias had tried to fix a clock that wasn't broken. A clock that had been counting something other than time. A slow, creeping horror about what we measure, what we ignore, and what waits for us in the small hours when the gears keep turning.

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October 2008. A dry autumn in the Missouri River hills. Luna's cousin Carly calls her to say she's been seeing something in the water tower outside Gilead, Missouri—a reflection that doesn't match the world. Luna drives out to find Carly living in a borrowed truck camper, watching the tower every night. The reflection shows a woman who looks like Carly but older, wearing clothes from decades before, mouthing words through the rusted steel. When Luna looks through the binoculars, the reflection mouths her name too. The next morning they find a 1972 missing-person report for a woman named Carly Marchand—same face, same birthday, same scar on her chin. The water tower is still there. The reflection is still there. Some names, once they're in the water table, never quite wash out.

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In the autumn of 1987, Luna's cousin Rose disappeared from the Harvest Moon Carnival in Elkhart, Indiana. Found weeks later wandering a county road with no memory of the night she vanished—except for one image burned into her mind: a Ferris wheel turning in the dark, its lights flickering in a pattern that spelled her name. Years later, Luna visits the abandoned carnival grounds on the anniversary of Rose's return. She finds the Ferris wheel still standing. Still turning. And the operator's booth has a single name written in dust: Luna.

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Luna recalls a stretch of old highway in eastern Kentucky where the tollbooth at mile marker 47 stayed lit and staffed long after the turnpike was decommissioned. It was October 2019, just past midnight, when she took the exit out of habit and found a booth that shouldn't have been there. The woman inside wore a uniform from a company that went bankrupt in 1983. She took Luna's dollar, printed a ticket that said 'WELCOME BACK' with a date from thirty years earlier, and told her to drive safe. Luna drove through and kept going, but the rearview mirror showed the booth dark — and the ticket is still on her dashboard, the ink shifting each time she looks. No resolution. Just a road that still expects her.

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In June of 1997, Luna spent a week at the Sulfur Springs Hotel in western Virginia — a grand old resort built over a mineral spring, long past its prime. The place had a single permanent resident: an elderly woman named Mrs. Hollis who kept the lobby lights on 24 hours a day. Luna learned why on the third night, when she woke to the sound of water dripping in the hallway and followed it to a door that should not have opened. What she found behind that door was not a room, and the thing that spoke to her from the dark used a voice she almost recognized. A story about inherited guilt, locked corridors, and the weight of being the one who stays.

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In the winter of 1987, Luna drove out to the old Cape Hatteras light to deliver a logbook to the keeper. The keeper wasn't there. The light was on, the coffee pot was warm, and the last entry in the log was dated two years before. She found the keeper's coat hanging by the door. She found his reading glasses on the desk. And she found something else in the lantern room — something that had been waiting for her. A story about duty, loneliness, and what happens when a lighthouse keeper forgets that his watch has ended. Recorded live at the Fexingo Studios, Boone, North Carolina.

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February 1967, the dead of winter on Lake Champlain. Luna's grandfather was the last keeper of the Isle La Motte ferry, a man who knew every current and every rock. But on the night of the worst freeze in forty years, he heard something out on the ice that made him break his own rule: never go out when the fog settles. What he found was a figure standing on the ice, a man in a gray coat who spoke in a voice that didn't come from his mouth. The ferryman led him home, but my grandfather never spoke of it again — until the night he died. This is the story he told me, one time, under a bare bulb in a kitchen that smelled of woodsmoke and salt.

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In the autumn of 2019, I drove a rental car through the Nebraska Sandhills at two in the morning, chasing a story I'd heard from an old railroad man in a bar in North Platte. He told me about a whistle that blows at Red Bluff Crossing long after the last train stopped running in 1972. I didn't believe him. But I drove out anyway, following a dirt road that dead-ended at a crossing with no gates, no lights, no tracks visible under the prairie grass. What I found there—what I heard—changed how I think about sound, and memory, and the things we leave behind. Not a ghost story, exactly. More like a story about a sound that refused to stop.

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Luna recalls a November night in 2003 when she waited for the 11:13 pm train at the Meriwether Depot, a small station on a line that had been all but abandoned. The platform was empty, the ticket booth dark, and the only other person was an old woman who seemed to know more than she should. As the hours stretched past midnight, Luna began to realize the train might never come—and that the woman had been waiting for something else entirely. A story about schedules that no one updates, and the passengers who slip through the cracks.

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A night in early October, 2007. I was driving route 9 through western Massachusetts when the rain turned to sleet and the signs just... stopped. No town line, no gas station, no lights. Until I saw the vacancy sign of the Foxglove Motel — a tired neon pink foxglove flower, flickering. The clerk at the desk was a thin man in a green jacket who didn't look up when he checked me in. Room 7. The key was brass, heavy, warm. I slept for maybe an hour before I heard it — not a sound, but the absence of sound. The rain had stopped. The heater had stopped. Everything had stopped, except the footsteps in the hallway. Slow, heavy, like someone dragging something soft. I didn't open the door. I didn't look through the peephole. But in the morning, when I went to check out, the clerk handed me a receipt with my name already written on it — the same name I gave him the night before. But I had never told him my name. He just... knew. And the foxglove on the sign had one fewer bloom than when I arrived.

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