🦃 An Unusual Thanksgiving
A Witch Haven Bay Thanksgiving Gothic Tale By Christine Esser, writing as Tina Esser The Fog Harbor Hotel looked more abandoned than rented that Thanksgiving afternoon. The old hotel sat at the end of Breaker Street; its once-grand neon sign flickering just enough to suggest it wasn’t ready to die yet. A small film crew had taken over the lobby — five people, three cameras, and exactly zero working outlets. They’d come to Witch Haven Bay to film a documentary about the 1948 Winter Festival Fire and the rumors of a musician’s ghost still drifting through the harbor. But right now, they weren’t thinking about ghosts. They were thinking about dinner. Specifically, how the only diner in town — Sadie’s — had run out of Thanksgiving plates before they called. “You should’ve ordered yesterday,” Sadie had scolded over the phone. “We’re a town, not a miracle factory!” So now the crew was huddled around a coffee table, staring at their meager feast: a few bruised apples, stale cra...