Hers and Laura Lee’s demises will prove crucial in hindsight.  LL was both a source of hope and optimism and dare I say strength, and she kept Lottie’s visions grounded.  Her absence deprived the group of all  those qualities, while Jackie, for all her seemingly shallowness and inability to adapt, and her throwing of…

This episode wrecked me. I’m struggling to think of a death that has gotten to me like Jackie’s has. It was so sad, so lonely and devoid of purpose. It was the best bit of manipulation of audience expectation since Psycho. We expect Jackie to play in important role. She was going to be the Antler Queen. Or a leader of…

Shut up and take my bones. And/or my worms.

Wish Emily St. John Mandel and John Darnielle had new books coming out this year. Oh wait....

My parents were recently divorced and my mom was moving us around a lot. We rented what could affectionately be called an updated double-wide trailer that was close to where my mom worked and our school (I was in high school, my brother in middle school). It wasn’t a bad place. The weirdest part, at least initially,…

I was born in Belfast and we lived there until the mid 90s. I was born at a time when the violence of the Troubles was slowly, painfully drawing to a close. All the same, my earliest memory of home is a string of battered police vans rolling down the street outside my house.

Disclaimer: not my story, but my sister gave me permission to tell it.

When I was a teenager I would regularly go camping with my dad and family friends. My dad was a physicist and the other family consisted of his colleague, another physicist I’ll call Tim, and his two sons, one my age and the other a few years older. Every year we’d camp in the fall and spring at a site in Stokes State…

The Garbage Man

My sister was in a relationship with a man, “Alan”, who was bad news. He was quite a bit older than her, no steady job, never had any money (in fact was always hitting her up for money for beer or car repairs) and increasingly was mooching off her kindness and moving himself into her home without an official…

Warning: domestic violence

I moved to Mexico City a few years ago, and in my second year found an apartment I loved in an old neighborhood. It was tiny and full of light and just perfect for me!

Shortly after moving in, I realized there was a ghost in the house. Things happened - the lens on my blue sunglasses going…

My mom died in April 2019. The day after her funeral, I returned to my apartment in another state. I slept soundly in my own bed and spent the next day doing all the things one does when they get back from a trip. I went to bed later than usual that night, pup curled up in his usual spot right beside me.

This is the story of the second reason I no longer enjoy being in the woods.

“Bix”

I have a story to tell that is not my own, it was told to me by a friend and later corroborated by her mother. This lives rent-free in my head and has for the past sixteen years.

This is a story about tulpas. I’m not any kind of expert on this but from what I understand tulpas are spiritual beings created by living…

I couldn’t find where the cut off date was so fingers crossed I’m not too late! CW for suicide, harm to animals, and mention of CSA.

After reading all these bone chilling stories, I thought I’d tell one that is a little happier, if that’s a good word for this. When my dad was dying at home, I wanted to be there for him (my mom had passed away some time ago), but because of work, I could only be there twice a week. During what would be the last week…

I bought a really dilapidated, foreclosed farmhouse-turned Duplex in Salt Lake City right out of college in 2009. It immediately required a ton of work before my boyfriend and I could even move in. The vibes were creepy and anyone who entered the house knew it. In those first days we would stay up late painting and…

After deciding against living with my younger friend and choosing to live alone, I found a very quiet, very chill apartment complex where another friend had lived. This one-bedroom apartment had a sliding glass door out onto an untrustworthy balcony that I made no attempt to use and it overlooked a tree-filled…

It’s Momma