Ten Fathoms — Fexingo Horror

In the thin November fog off the coast of Maine, Luna rows to the abandoned Port Blossom lighthouse—shuttered since 1987. Inside, she finds the logbook of the last keeper, Elias Voss. His early entries catalogue routine maintenance and storm damage. Then, on a moonless night, he begins to note a second beam of light out on the water, opposite the lighthouse tower. A light with no source, no charted buoy, no explanation. As his entries grow shorter and more frantic, the light seems to answer the lighthouse's sweep—pulsing in counter-rhythm. By the final entry, he writes only six words. Luna closes the log and looks out the salt-crusted window. Beyond the fog, impossible and steady, that same pale glow hangs where no light should be. A quiet horror about solitude, obsession, and the things that blink back.

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In the fog-shrouded autumn of Morrow's Point, Luna meets a fisherman named Elias who warns her of a weeping sound that rises from Willow Shoal when the tide goes out. Against his advice, she follows the sound to a half-submerged tree and uncovers something that should have stayed buried. A story about grief, warning, and the weight of water. No neat closure, just the lingering memory of a face in bark and the echo of a cry.

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Late autumn, three in the morning, fog so thick you could taste it. Luna found herself anchored off Promise Island, waiting for the tide to turn, when a sound began beneath the hull. Not the groan of wood or the slap of water—something rhythmic, deliberate. A dull clink, like metal on metal, coming from deep below. What she hauled up was a tarnished brass diving helmet, old as the century before, tangled in her anchor line. But the helmet was not empty. The fog whispered her name, and she knew the dead were still down there, still waiting. This is a story about patience, and what answers when you wait too long.

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On a fog-shrouded October night at Runnel's Wharf in Port Hinton, Luna meets an old man named Silas who has kept a vigil for decades. Every year on the same date, a strange light appears on the bay — the only remnant of his father's boat, lost in 1967. The light grows closer each year, and Silas believes it's a summons. But when Luna sees it for herself, she realizes the light is not just watching the dock — it's watching him. A story of loss, obsession, and the thin veil between the living and the drowned.

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Late November, an hour before dawn. Luna is alone on her boat in the fog off the coast of a small town called Broken Point. She spots a derelict fishing boat with a single kerosene lantern burning. Aboard, she finds a logbook that tells the story of a man who began following a pale light beneath the water—a light that moved. The entries grow shorter, more frantic, until the last one stops mid-sentence. Luna reads it, and then the lantern goes out. She flees, but the light rises from the water and follows her boat, hovering just beneath the surface. A slow-burn tale of obsession, isolation, and what waits in the dark water.

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Before dawn, in a fog so thick it felt like being underwater, Luna hears a woman's voice on a dead radio channel, repeating coordinates to a lighthouse that was supposed to have been demolished decades ago. Driven by a pull she can't explain, she follows the signal into the channel—and finds something that shouldn't be there. A light in the fog. A tower made of barnacles and bone. And a keeper who has been waiting a very long time for someone to answer. But an answer isn't the same as a rescue. By the time Luna makes it back to shore, the signal has followed her home. This is a story about the things that call to you from the deep, and how some calls are never meant to be returned. Intimate, hushed, and quietly devastating.

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August 1998. Luna is hired to deliver a single crate to a dock that doesn't appear on any chart—Grimble's Dock, up a dead-end channel off the Pungo River. The man who hired her gives no explanation, only an address and a warning: don't open it, don't set foot on the dock. She goes at dusk on a slack tide, the water like oil. The dock is there. A figure is waiting. But the crate is lighter than it should be, and the address is wrong in a way she doesn't understand until the tide turns. A story about deliveries you shouldn't make, and the weight of what you carry without knowing.

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In the summer of 2009, Luna's cousin Garrick took a night job monitoring a fish weir off the Outer Banks. The pay was good, the work was simple — just sit in a shack on stilts and log the catch every hour. But the weir wasn't catching what was supposed to be there. The water was too still. The gulls wouldn't land. And every night, just before the tide turned, a sound came up through the pilings — not a fish, not a bird, not anything with lungs. Garrick kept a tape recorder running. He sent Luna the last tape before he stopped answering his phone.

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Luna recalls a night two summers ago on the Choptank River, when old man Tolland at the Wicomico bait shack told her about the chain at Deadman's Bend. Not the iron one bolted to the piling — the other one. The one that rises from the mud only on the ebbing tide, when the water clears enough to see the links, each one the size of a man's fist, and the thing they're tied to. She went to see it for herself, on a moonless August night with the tide running out, and she learned why the fishermen leave that stretch of river alone after dark.

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Luna recalls a night in late October 2004 when she took her skiff out past Wicker's Spit on the flood tide, hauling a favor for an old fisherman named Ezra. The tide was running high and the fog lay thick as cotton wool. Ezra had told her to listen for a bell — a brass bell mounted on a buoy that no longer existed. She heard it anyway, and followed it toward a shape in the water that wasn't a buoy. By the time the fog thinned, the bell had stopped and she was alone again, but the oilskin coat on the hook behind her was still wet from something that wasn't the sea. A quiet, aching story about obligation, loss, and the things that ring back from drowned places.

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