I found that record in a crumbling attic, the static humming like a ship’s chronometer gone wild. The ghost on duty is not a person but a rhythm that repeats itself when you turn the needle. Curiously, every lighthouse drama I've tracked ends with the same line: “Do not speak to the waves, for they will listen.” That line, that pattern, is the curse. It’s not the record itself, but the way it forces you to keep your ears open to something that never was meant to be heard. Keep the radio off, let the silence stay. The whispering is a warning to those who dare to listen.