Lighthouse Logs — Fexingo Horror

Port Townsend, January. A century-old ship sits in dry dock at a forgotten boatyard. Its hull is patched, its name barely legible: Mariana. But belowdecks, in a cabin sealed for decades, Luna finds a logbook still...

November 1997. A dead-end road leading to a dried-up marina on the edge of Blackwater, Oklahoma. Luna's truck broke down there at midnight. No gas station for thirty miles. No houses. Just a row of empty slips and one...

Luna remembers a November night in Treadwell, Ohio, three years ago, when she pulled off Route 23 to wait out a fog bank and found an old tobacco barn with its door swinging open. Inside, the air was dry and warm, and...

A late August night in 2019. I was driving through the panhandle of Oklahoma when my headlights caught something impossible — a swimming pool, still full and lit, behind a motel that had been closed for years. The water...

Luna recounts a night in March 2019 when she followed a strange orange glow to an abandoned textile mill on the outskirts of Fall River. Inside, the conveyor belt still moved, carrying bolts of fabric that no one had...

January 2006. A two-lane road through the Chequamegon National Forest. Luna's car slides off into a ditch near a frozen lake called Gitchigami — a name she finds on no map. A man in a heavy coat appears at her window...

In the summer of 2017, past midnight on a stretch of Route 9 in Nevada, I pulled into a motel that had been closed for years. The sign was dark, the windows boarded, but the pool behind the chain-link fence was full—and...

It was December in the small town of Rensselaer Falls, New York, and the county hospital had been shuttered for seven years. I drove past it every night on my way home from the second shift, and every night the...

A small-town librarian in Pine Bluff, Arkansas notices the old Carnegie library's lights flickering on at 2 a.m., weeks after the building was officially closed. She goes to investigate, thinking it's a squatter or a...

A cold October night in 1998. A lonely laundromat off Route 9 in Millbrook, New York. Luna drives an hour to escape the lighthouse, chasing the mundane comfort of a wash-and-dry. The fluorescent lights buzz. A woman in...

A night in late October, 1998. I drove two hours past the county line to the dead amusement park outside of Ehrman, Illinois, because the rumor was that if you stood at the ticket booth at midnight, someone would sell...

In the late autumn of 2019, I found myself on a cross-country drive through the Nebraska panhandle—empty miles of sugar beet fields and sky. I checked into the Frontier Motel in a town called Gildford, a place with one...

In the winter of 2018, a closed bowling alley in Zanesville, Ohio, still had its lights on every Sunday night. Luna's neighbor, an old woman named Vera, claimed she had a key and that the lanes were still oiled. One...

A derelict depot in the dying town of Marrow, Kansas, still rings its departure bell every night at 1:17 AM. Luna investigates, and finds a schedule printed in 1987 — for a train that never ran. A story about rust...

Luna recounts a sleepless August night at the Desert Rose Motel on Route 66 near Needles, California, in 2003. The ice machine outside her door hummed without ice. She met a girl named Mira who never touched the ground...