Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
The first thing Melinda noticed was the blue door. It shouldn't have been blue. She had lived across from Mrs. Bell's house for eleven years, and the front door had always been red. Not burgundy. Not faded crimson. Red. Mrs. Bell had once joked that she kept it that colour so she could find her... Continue Reading →
Long before cheerful little men in red hats began appearing beside garden ponds and flower beds, European folklore imagined something considerably stranger living beneath the ground. They were small, secretive beings connected to the earth and the riches hidden inside it. They knew places human beings could not reach. They moved through stone, guarded underground... Continue Reading →
The sea had always given something back. Sometimes it was driftwood, bleached white and smooth after years beneath the waves. Sometimes it was sea glass, cloudy green fragments polished until their sharp edges disappeared. After storms, the women of Blackwater Island walked the shoreline collecting whatever the ocean had surrendered during the night - shells,... Continue Reading →
For most of her life, Mara Vale believed magic belonged to other women. It belonged to the women in her grandmother’s stories. The ones who could coax fever from a child with a bowl of water, who knew which herbs to hang above a doorway, who dreamed of visitors before they arrived and could tell... Continue Reading →
The first thing Aveline learned about immortality was that everyone who dreamed of it imagined the wrong things. They imagined centuries stretching endlessly before them. They imagined watching kingdoms rise and fall, witnessing inventions that would have once been called sorcery, reading books that had not yet been written and walking through cities that did... Continue Reading →
The first time Mara saw him, she remembered watching him die. It lasted less than a second. She was standing in a crowded little bookstore on a rainy Saturday afternoon, reaching for a battered collection of poetry on the highest shelf, when another hand closed around the same book. "Sorry," the man said. Mara looked... Continue Reading →
In the Romanian town of Câmpina stands a strange little castle built from grief. It has towers, hidden symbolism, rooms designed for séances and spaces that seem intended to blur the boundary between the physical and spiritual worlds. But perhaps the strangest thing about Iulia Hașdeu Castle is the reason it exists at all. Its... Continue Reading →
High on a hill overlooking the town of Junee, New South Wales, stands an imposing Victorian mansion known as Monte Cristo Homestead. Its balconies look out over the countryside, its rooms are filled with reminders of another century, and for decades its halls have carried stories of footsteps, voices, apparitions and strange lights appearing where... Continue Reading →
In the spring of 1662, in the quiet Wiltshire countryside of England, John Mompesson could hardly have imagined that confiscating a wandering man's drum would lead to one of the most famous haunting stories of the seventeenth century. Mompesson was a landowner, magistrate and local official living with his family at Zouch Manor in Tedworth,... Continue Reading →
The Wampus Cat is one of those Appalachian creatures whose story seems to change depending on which mountain, hollow, or small town you happen to be standing in. Sometimes it is described as an enormous black panther with glowing yellow or green eyes. Other accounts give it an almost human posture, capable of rising onto... Continue Reading →
