Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Every morning before work, Daniel stopped at the same little deli. He ordered the same thing almost every time: a turkey sandwich, an apple, and a coffee large enough to convince him that being awake was a reasonable idea. And almost every morning, he passed the same man sitting near the entrance to the subway... Continue Reading →
In the early years of the 19th century, along the waterways near what is now Wallaceburg, Ontario, stood the farm of John T. McDonald and his family. It was an isolated place surrounded by woods, marshes and farmland, the sort of landscape where darkness could feel especially deep once the sun disappeared. Toward the end... Continue Reading →
I went to the county fair with exactly three goals: eat something deep-fried, win an unnecessarily large stuffed animal, and leave without becoming part of an incident. Two out of three seemed realistic. The trouble began eleven minutes after we arrived. My friend Rachel spotted a booth selling deep-fried pickles and immediately announced, “We should... Continue Reading →
It started with one tiny raindrop. I was walking home carrying a coffee, wearing shoes that had absolutely no business being outdoors, when a single drop landed on my arm. “No big deal,” I thought. The sky heard me. Apparently, this was a challenge. Within approximately four seconds, the heavens opened with the enthusiasm of... Continue Reading →
Lake of the Woods is enormous. Spreading across northwestern Ontario and into Manitoba and Minnesota, the lake is a sprawling labyrinth of islands, narrow channels, rocky shorelines and secluded bays. Much of it feels remarkably remote even today. Somewhere within those waters, according to Canadian cryptid lore, is said to live a mysterious serpent-like creature... Continue Reading →
Pickles was a twelve-pound orange cat who firmly believed he owned the house. Technically, the mortgage belonged to his human, Sarah. Pickles considered this an administrative error. His daily responsibilities included screaming at Sarah because he could see the bottom of his food bowl, knocking pens off the desk during important video calls, and sitting... Continue Reading →
For generations, Newfoundland fishermen have returned from the Atlantic with stories of things they couldn't explain - enormous shapes beneath their boats, serpentine bodies breaking the surface and creatures unlike anything they recognized from a lifetime spent on the water. But during the summer of 1953, something particularly strange happened. Over the course of just... Continue Reading →
I went to a petting zoo because apparently, at some point in my life, I decided I needed more wholesome experiences. There were fluffy sheep. Tiny ponies. Sleepy rabbits. Children giggling while feeding adorable little animals from their hands. t was delightful. Then I met Kevin. I don't actually know if the goat's name was... Continue Reading →
Hidden among the forests of southwestern New Brunswick is a lake with a name that sounds almost too peaceful for the stories attached to it. Lake Utopia, located in Charlotte County near the town of St. George, stretches for roughly seven kilometres through the landscape. People swim there, fish there, paddle across its waters and... Continue Reading →
Well, we made it through another week. I don't know who authorized that, but apparently time continues to move forward regardless of whether we're emotionally prepared for it. So here we are: five days, a ridiculous amount of walking, several hats, some theoretical coffee, weather negotiations, dogs, and at least one story that apparently required... Continue Reading →
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