The Lighthouse That Never Stops Glowing

Location: Ravens Rock, Maine

Time: October, the week before Halloween

Ravens Rock was a town that knew the dark all too well. A small, foggy harbor on the Atlantic—where nothing was reliable except the lighthouse.

The lighthouse was called Grimes Point Lighthouse. Its light burned every night—slowly rotating, guiding lost sailors at sea. But surprisingly, the lighthouse, which was supposed to be shut down in 1957 after its death, is still on.

And no one knows—who runs it?

🌫️ An Old Tragedy

On Halloween night in 1957, Old Michael Grimes—the last lighthouse keeper—disappeared in a storm. His body was never found, only his hat and an old oil lamp washed ashore.

It is said that the last message from the lighthouse came that night:

"I see them in the mist. They are not from this world."

Then the radio went silent.

The next day, the lighthouse was found empty. The door was locked from the inside.

But after nightfall, the lighthouse's light came back on. And it never went out again.

🔦 Present

Sarah O'Dell, a young naval historian, comes to Ravens Rock as part of her Halloween research. She hears stories about the lighthouse, old folk tales, and the mysterious light that no one can stop.

She is warned,

“Don’t go near it on Halloween. That’s when he walks again.”

But Sarah is a rational researcher. She believes there is a scientific explanation behind it—perhaps an automated system, or a secret keeper.

So, she decides—this Halloween, she will spend the night in the lighthouse herself.

🌕 Halloween night

October 31. The fog is approaching. The sea is strangely calm.

Sara climbed up to the lighthouse with a torch, camera, and notebook in her hand. The stairs were covered in dust, the air smelled salty. Everything was abandoned, but freshly cleaned—as if someone was still maintaining it.

That's when she noticed—light was coming from the light chamber. But there was no electricity.

Reaching the last chamber of the lighthouse, what she saw made her squirm—

An old man, with a gray beard, wearing an old uniform, looking out the window. He held that old oil lamp in his hand.

Sara said dryly,

"Excuse me… sir?"

The man slowly turned around and looked.

His eyes—not any eyes, like the depths of the ocean.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Sarah’s heart started to race.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the lightkeeper. Always was. Always will be.”

🕯️ The clash of past and present

The man suddenly disappeared into thin air. The lighthouse began to shake, as if something had awakened from the sea.

Sarah stumbled down the stairs as she ran. When she reached the bottom, she found the door locked—from the inside.

She turned on the radio. A loud noise—

“They’re coming again. Like they did in ‘57. Tell them I tried.”

Sara looked out the window and saw—some shadowy figures were coming out of the sea mist, their eyes shining with blue light. They were slowly climbing the jetty, towards the lighthouse.

They were not people,

they were sailors,

but dead.

These were the souls whose way the lighthouse had failed to show.

And now they wanted light, they wanted revenge.

💀 Endings

Sara painstakingly writes a letter and leaves it in the lighthouse's record room:

“If you’re reading this, I stayed the night. The light doesn’t glow to save—it glows to warn. Never let it go out. Never.”

The next morning, a group of tourists find the lighthouse’s light brighter.

But Sarah is gone.

All they find is a torn notebook…

And that old oil lamp…

Wet outside the door.

📘 Endings:

The lighthouse at Ravens Rock still burns. Every Halloween, the light gets brighter. And those who get too close… never return.