Exact five years ago he got an note. John was still surprised why he had answered to that note, let alone why he still believed in it. Maybe because it gave him a reason to see the sea and its many mysteries for one last time, even if it came with its risks. John has always sailed on the wild waters of the Perish sea, exploring the world was always his call. But that stopped when the first mist appeared and claimed the life of an eight year old girl. At first people thought that the girl maybe just wandered too far into the forest, but that changed when the cops found her corps on the beach close to Hennigsten Point; an old abandoned lighthouse at the edge of the village. The cops concluded that it was an unfortunate accident and she drowned. At first people believed this but then, not even a month later, the same thing happened with a seven year old boy. He happened to be living across the street of John. His corps was also found close to the old lighthouse the cops again said that it was an accident and decided to close the beach for the time for further investigation. Two months later the Amberson twins were found at the edge of the island. John still shivers, thinking about what happened to the two girls.

They were last seen playing on the hill close to town, when the sun was about to go down and mist came setting up they vanished. The whole town went looking for the girls, John included.

He remembered that he and his friend Mary were about to give up when the blinding light of the old lighthouse started to shine, and aimed at the beach on the other side of the island. John and Mary weren't the only ones who hurried to the light, a shocked crowd already had gathered around the two girls corpses. John would forever remember that sight; the mother of the girls, falling to her knees crying her eyes out, the shocked whispers of the crowd and the calm expressions on the girls faces. In his dreams, John will always be haunted how the bodies of the girls were empty; the corpses looked like coats, empty shells.

From that day on people spent less and less time on the street and were inside before sundown, old friends pointed fingers to each other, claiming that they were the murderer. Rumours started to spread, telling the stories of angry spirits and witches. John never believed in the rumours, because he knew there was a lot more happening than most of the village dared to believe.