Story 1, the Flanan Isles Lighthouse Mystery

In December of 1900, three lighthouse keepers stationed on an isolated group of islands in the North Atlantic vanished without trace.

Was their disappearance the result of a freak accident or was there something more sinister

at work.

Join us as we recount the still unsolved mystery of the Flanan Isles. Oh, So, There was a sharp intake of breath from the ship's crew as the looming specter of

Aylen moor emerged from the mist. The towering cliffs of this small islet were in imposing sight

to behold, no matter how many times one encountered them.

Beneath their feet, the vibration of the engine seemed to dampen as the vessel slowed its

approach.

Standing at the prowl, a lone figure kept his eyes fixed on the lighthouse jutting from the summit of this brooding landmass, which was little more than a silhouette beneath the veil of fog.

That in itself was a concern.

In these conditions, it should have been lit. The man's name was Joseph Moore, a lighthouse keeper from the Isle of Lewis.

It had been six long days since he had received orders from the Northern Lighthouse Board to return to his poster tail and more.

He had hurriedly made his way to the harbour at Brestleet, where the Hesperus had been waiting to take him to the nearby flannelis, but poor

weather conditions had prevented them from sailing until this morning.

For him, the journey had been an anxious one.

He had spent the majority of the trip in deep thought, pacing for and aft across the ship's deck.

Any attempts to engage him in conversation had been met with little more than grunts or

nods, and he had refused breakfast, taking only a few mugs of coffee for sustenance.

The reports had clearly troubled him.

As soon as he had heard about the lighthouse having been dark since the 15th of December, he'd

had an unshakable feeling in the pit of his stomach that something

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