Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Anna lived above a bakery. Jessie found that irritating. Not because there was anything wrong with bakeries, but because after kidnappings, secret criminal organizations, psychological manipulation, forgotten murders and twenty-four-year-old cassette recordings, she'd expected Candidate One to live somewhere appropriately sinister. An isolated farmhouse would have worked. A fortified apartment. Maybe a cabin at the... Continue Reading →
Jessie Wilson had spent eleven months learning how to sleep like a normal person. It had not gone particularly well. Normal people, she had discovered, apparently went to bed without checking the hallway twice, without noticing whether the same car had been parked across the street for three consecutive nights, and without waking instantly when... Continue Reading →
Jessie Wilson had spent twenty-two years learning how to take things from people. Jewelry was easy. Cash was easier. Information was easiest of all. People liked to believe their secrets were hidden behind passwords, locked doors and carefully constructed lies. Jessie knew better. Most secrets were protected by nothing more complicated than the assumption that... Continue Reading →
High in the Himalayas in 1951, a group of experienced mountaineers stumbled upon something that would become one of the most famous mysteries in the history of cryptozoology. They weren't searching for the Yeti. They were looking for a way up Mount Everest. British explorer Eric Shipton was leading a reconnaissance expedition into the remote... Continue Reading →
Between mainland Australia and Tasmania lies a stretch of ocean with a reputation that seems almost too strange to be real. Ships have vanished there. Aircraft have disappeared. Search parties have gone looking for the missing and, in some cases, disappeared themselves. There have been reports of strange lights, unexplained aerial objects and a pilot... Continue Reading →
In the summer of 1764, something began hunting people in the remote countryside of south-central France. The old province of Gévaudan was a rugged place of mountains, dense forests, isolated farms and scattered villages. Today, much of the region falls within Lozère and Haute-Loire. Wolves were hardly unknown there. Shepherds and farmers lived alongside them... Continue Reading →
