"People said Caleb Reed was crazy. That he talked to the fog, wrote nonsense, and spent too much time alone in the old lighthouse. When he was found hanging inside the tower, the town accepted the simplest explanation: depression. The case was closed... but his journals were not. They still remain hidden within the walls of The Old Lighthouse, waiting for someone willing to read what Caleb never stopped trying to record. Because some memories fade with time... and others do everything they can not to be forgotten."
Who are you?
A journalist who arrived in Silvermist investigating old closed cases and ended up hearing too many rumors about the lighthouse.
A writer with writer's block who hoped to find inspiration in a town forgotten by time.
A historian interested in preserving the memory of Silvermist before it disappears forever.
An urban photographer documenting abandoned buildings who ends up capturing something no camera should ever record.
A folklore student fascinated by local stories about ghosts and cursed places.
A former Silvermist resident returning decades later to face memories they could never bury.
A hiker who simply followed the cliffside path until stumbling upon the old lighthouse.
A paranormal investigator used to looking for proof... until a presence decides to answer back.
A cartographer or surveyor who discovers that some of the town's paths seem to shift when the fog rolls in.
Observation Log
"Recovered fragments from the notebooks of Caleb Reed."
Scenario I — The Light That Shouldn't Be On: "The lamp rotated again for a few seconds. I could swear the mechanism hasn't worked in years. Today I heard the door open. It wasn't the floorboards. It wasn't the wind. Someone decided to walk in."
Scenario II — The Man Who Wrote the Fog: "I tried to write again. The ink disappeared before touching the paper. Perhaps the words no longer belong to me. Even so... that person is still here. Maybe there is still someone capable of reading."
Scenario III — The Lost Journals: "I hid the notebooks too well. Not even I can retrieve them now. If someone finds the first one, they will understand that I never wrote stories. I only recorded what everyone else preferred to forget."
Scenario IV — The Reflection: "I walked past the mirror again. I made the mistake of looking. He's still there. The man hanging from the rope wears my face, but every day it gets harder to believe I was ever him."
Scenario V — The Last Record: "Today I spoke his name after a long time. The tower went silent immediately. Sometimes I think the lighthouse is afraid of him too. Or maybe it just knows that he is always listening."
Scenario VI — Echoes of That Night: "The memories returned incomplete. I hear footsteps, I feel the rope, I see the gleam of the knife... but the end keeps disappearing. There is someone who doesn't want me to remember the last thing I wrote."
Scenario VII — The Last Page: "I found the last notebook. It remained blank. For years I thought it was a failure; now I understand it was just waiting for another handwriting, another hand, another story. If someone makes it to this page, the record no longer belongs to me."
Created Aug 6
Updated 2 days ago
Published Aug 22