Set atop a rugged cliff near the lighthouse at Fingal Head,
where ocean whispers meet history and the legacy of Captain Elias
Mooring lingers in the sea breeze.
Perched on the rugged cliffs just beyond the winding headland trail, Shadowpoint House gazes out across the Pacific. By day, dolphins play in the surf below and migrating whales breach beyond the reef. The lighthouse stands proudly across the cove, its white tower a sentinel of time.
As night falls, the beam of the lighthouse sweeps the coastline. Its rhythmic glow dances across the house, casting long shadows and soft flickers that stir the imagination. Whispers of shipwrecks, of sailors' songs, of ancient stories held by these rocks, echo in the rustling casuarina trees. The air carries history, and the house listens.
Folk tales speak of Shadowpoint House standing as a point — a lighthouse of sorts — not a guide for passing ships, but a silent signal to those who drift between realms: the forgotten, the watchers, the ones the sea never gave back.
Even in a house steeped in mystery, life stirs in the sweetest ways. Luna, the spirited little adventurer, brings warmth and wonder to Shadowpoint House. She loves exploring every nook and cranny — chasing sunbeams across old wooden floors, sniffing through secret garden paths, and watching dolphins leap beyond the cliffside deck. Her joyful energy is a bright contrast to the lingering shadows, filling each corner of the house with love and laughter.
Beyond the crumbling stone arch and tangled vines lies the garden — wild, fragrant, and strangely timeless. Lavender mingles with native sea daisies, while forgotten statues stand quietly in the overgrowth, their eyes ever watchful.
The house once belonged to a distinguished sailor-turned-privateer, Captain Elias Mooring. Stories whisper that he returned from the South Seas with riches — and secrets — never meant to reach shore. Locals speak of gold buried beneath the old gum tree and a restless presence that strolls the grounds on misty nights.
Visitors have reported the scent of salt and tobacco in the air, and faint humming — like a sea shanty — carried on the wind. Some say Captain Mooring never truly left… and still watches over his hidden trove.
📜 Read a page from Captain Mooring’s journal
In the heart of Shadowpoint House, among the dusty heirlooms and faded
portraits, hangs a painting of Captain Elias Mooring. Some claim his
eyes have followed them… others swear they moved. But tales have a habit
of growing with the telling.
Watch and decide for yourself.
At the heart of the living room rests a grand piano, its timber worn and weathered by years of ocean breeze and stories. The rich grain tells tales of countless melodies played beneath vaulted ceilings, while salt-kissed air adds a whisper of the sea to every note. This piano isn’t just an instrument — it’s the soul of the house, connecting past and present through music.
Nestled between antique leather-bound volumes is a book with a worn crimson spine—The Art of Shadows. Remove it, and the bookcase clicks. A low rumble follows as the shelf glides open, revealing a hidden crypt filled with mysterious relics.
You’ve reached the end… or so it seems.
The crypt is silent now — but watching.
Will it let you leave?
Or have you become part of the legend of Shadowpoint House?