Skullduggery in a small town

A micro story

     Slowly the fog rolled in from the sea, those who called Harnman’s cove were quite accustomed to these events. Thrill seekers used to come ‘round these parts near Halloween in hopes of glimpsing spooks and ghost ships sailing our shores and treasure hunters searching the rocks causing shipwrecks from years long gone.

      If not for the quick thinking of our lighthouse attendant Earl McGann on the sixth of September, nineteen and sixty nine, the next town up yonder gets the attention we never wanted. With watchful eyes, gazing elsewhere, we in Harnman’s cove continue on with our macabre traditions and ghastly ceremonies.

     Let those seeking eldritch lore, fix their filthy gazes elsewhere.