The Night the Flashlight Beam Hit Something That Was Not a Tree
I went into the woods looking for a lost dog, but my flashlight caught something standing rigid between the pines that defied every law of nature.
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Why I Never Speak of the Sounds Coming from the Old Well
It sits behind the stone foundation where the old house used to stand. Nobody goes there anymore, except for the things that listen.
The Man Who Walked Out of the Ridge and Forgot His Name
A quiet evening on the timberline turned into an unsettling mystery when a stranger walked down the ridge with no memory of who he was.
The Woods Behind My House Do Not End Where the Map Says
Maps are finite lines drawn by people who prefer limits. But the trees behind my property line stretch on into something that refuses to be charted.