
Haunted MTL Original – The Sea of Trees – Cherish Larain
“The Sea of Trees” by Cherish Larain
Kari was the only visitor at the grave. She sat there with crossed legs, flowers, snacks, offerings, cleaning supplies, and her black cat, Neko.
As she ate her botomachi, Neko lay at the top of the headstone and dozed lightly. Kari wore a black sports jacket that had three stripes of blue going down one arm and three stripes of pink going down the other arm pushed up around her elbows, a plaid black and white shirt, and black ripped jeans. Her shoes were bright pink and matched her backpack. Her outfit plus her bleached blond hair with pink and blue ends was very untraditional for the Japanese families around her. Kari ignored the stares from them as they sat at their own family graves.
âWant a snack, Neko?â Kari asked as she opened up another sweet.
Neko peaked open an eye. âDoes it have fish in it?â
Kari shook her head and held it out for him to smell. After a quick sniff, Neko closed his eyes and relaxed his body once again. âNo, thanks.â
âK, but donât blame me if you get hungry later.â
âIâll steal some snacks from the priests later.â Neko yawned and cleaned himself.
âThatâs not very nice,â Kari said and stretched herself before standing up with a big sigh. âLetâs get going. We shouldnât waste daylight.â
Neko gave a whine but slowly got up as well. âDo we have to? It’s not like it does much anyways.â
âYou can go home if you want.â Kari placed the flowers in the flower holder attached to the grave. She also left some snacks and fruits on the altar before she threw all the rest of the items in her backpack. She surveyed the grave and made sure it was properly cleaned before stepping back.
Neko jumped off the grave and sat straight up next to Kariâs right leg. Kari clapped twice and bowed. Neko bowed with her. After a few seconds, they both turned and walked down the steep long stone stairs to the main road.
The grave had been filled with quiet murmurs that slowly faded away as they got closer to the main road. The main road was closed off to cars to celebrate Shounbun no Hi (the autumn harvest). However, it is crowded with pedestrians. Young children chased each other in yukataâs and tennis shoes and some couples were in Yukata or date clothes. Due to the bright colors around the street, people didnât stare and gape at Kari. She almost passed as a foreigner among them.
Neko weaved in and out of Kariâs legs as she walked. He occasionally strayed when smelled the delicious scent of grilled meat but he always found his way back to Kari quickly. The sounds increased the further along the street they walked. Street vendors on each side of the road sold food in food carts. Some shops were owned by local restaurants and others were owned by local priests. The priests wore kimono and yukata while attempting to sell food or charms for their shrines or temples.
Kari took in the sights, sounds, and smells fondly. She used to love festival season in Japan. It helped bring out the contrast of Japanâs modern yet old aesthetic. Japanâs concrete buildings covered all populated areas. But the nature of Japan looked like it was fighting back. Every building and road had moss, flowers, or trees growing alongside, between, or on the buildings. At times it looked like nature was slowing covering the city.
She heard drums and shouts from local priests, priestesses, and performers celebrating local deities. Smaller shrines played flutes that Kari only heard when near one of their stalls as the drums echoed throughout the streets. Chants were heard in rhythm to the drums and small children danced and screamed along.
Kari stopped at a small stall. The old priestess worked on small trinkets for protection and good luck. After watching the priestess work, and noticed the priestessâs shrine worshiped foxes as their guardians, she bought all the charms and keychains. The old priestess thanked her a million times before letting Kari continue on her way.
She paused to watch a father try and help his son catch a goldfish with a rice paper net. The young son cried after he broke his rice net. His dad bought one more rice net and quickly caught a goldfish for his son. The child stopped crying and carefully held the bowl the game shop owner gave him and stared happily at his new pet. When the stand owner caught sight of Kari he motioned for her to try but she shook her head no and moved on.
When she noticed Neko again, she saw that he had managed to find a young child to give him grilled fish. He purred happily and let the child pet him before running off to rejoin Kari who rolled her eyes at him. Soon, they reached the end of the road block and turned down a smaller road. The music and sound of people started to fade. The further she walked away from the main road, the older the buildings and the more nature reclaimed the area.
She still heard the drums.
The stone road turned into a dirt trail that leads into the forest. Just before she entered, she stopped at two very small shrines. Both cared for by the elderly in the area with no priests or priestesses to take care of them. Kari took off her backpack and gave each shrine a small orange and a one yen coin before bowing. Neko rubbed up against her and they turned together to walk into the forest that stretched around them like a never ending ocean.
They no longer heard the drums.
âI probably should have brought a thicker jacket,â murmured Kari. It was slightly past noon but the trees made the day feel a little chilly.
âFeels nice to me,â Neko chirped. Kari gave him an annoyed look. âWhat? Not my fault you donât have fur.â
Kari rolled her eyes and ignored him. She stopped at the first branch within reach of the path and placed one of the wooden protection charms on it. âMay your ancestors watch, protect, and guide you,â said Kari as she held onto the wooden charm. It glowed yellow and returned to normal.
Kari and Neko continued down the path. The light wind caused the leaves and trees to wrestle and birds chirped everywhere. âWhatâs the plan after this? We should get grilled fish.â
Kari nodded. âI saw a good yakiniku place a few buildings back. It said it would be open til 2am. I am gonna need a lot of strength after this. Not sure if they allow cats, though.â
Neko growled. âWho doesnât love cats?â
âPeople who like dogs,â Kari smirked. Neko hissed as they stopped at the next branch on the trail. Kari repeated the same words as before and then continued on.
They continued on this route for two hours before Kari ran out of the charms from the old priestess. Kari flipped her backpack around and wore it in front of her. She unzipped the backpack and held a folded paper in her hand as they reached the end of the marked trail. There was a small warning sign that beyond this point was for serious hikers. Kari tied the folded paper on the warning sign and whispered, âMay you bring hope.â
The paper burned brighter than the wooden charms before returning to normal. A heavy wind swept through the forest.
âThey didnât like that one.â Neko walked ahead of Kari onto the unmarked trail.
âCharms made by the witch themselves are more powerful than ones made by others,â Kari explained as she followed after Neko. âThey really should expect this though.â
âMaybe youâre stronger this year,â Neko suggested, âSo, they have a stronger reaction.â
âThat and thereâs not many evil spirits this close to the edge of the forest.â
âReally?â Neko looked up surprised, âI thought theyâd be all over this cursed place.â
Kari shook her head. âMany normal people walk through the path with good intentions. After all this is a beautiful forest and good for hiking. Some people even stray from the marked path for a more challenging hike. The people with wavering hearts go further into the woods, and that’s whern the danger comes.â
âWonder if weâll see a dead body.â Neko hummed.
Kari glared and tried to kick him but he moved out of the way. âThatâs what we are trying to prevent.â
âI know that,â Neko glared back, âIt would be interesting to see one is all.â
âI picked the wrong familiar.â Kari grumbled as she stopped at another branch. She tied another folded paper, but no burst of wind came.
âI am just curious. You told me we would see things and so far I am unimpressed. We could be improving our battle spells at home right now.â
âShoulda named you Curiosity.â
âFunny.â
âThe spirits will come out earlier than normal because of the autumnal equinox, but we still have to wait until closer to sunset. Unless, they have an animal form,â Kari picked another charm from her backpack and held it in her hand. âWe might have already seen a few of the weaker ones. Be sure not to eat any of the animals here.â
Neko watched a small bird take flight with a predatory look. âNo promises.â
âI am not gonna save you if it winds up being a demon and eats you.â
âThatâs not something you should say to your partner,â whined Neko. âHow can I help it if my stomach gets me into trouble? Iâm a cat. Itâs in my nature.â
âOh, so now youâre just a cat.â Kari stopped and tied another folded paper onto a tree branch. Three dark birds nearby took flight after the paper glowed.
âWell, not just a cat. But, I do have catlike tendencies. Meow.â
Kari stopped walking. âDid you just, âMeowâ?â
âYes, to prove my point. Meow.â
âThatâs going to get annoying real fast.â Kari kicked a rock in his direction and missed. Neko hissed at her.
They continued to banter back and forth as they walked deeper into the woods in hopes of minimising what they were actually there for. They felt another cold breeze before they tied their next folded paper and a chipmunk dropped a big nut from the trees. Neko eyed it wearily.
âWhat are you doing?â
Kari and Neko looked to their right and saw a large raccoon type of animal; it was a tanuki. He was laying in leaves and a fallen log.
âMay you conquer your demons,â Kari finished her spell and tied another folded paper before answering the tanuki. âI am posting protection spells.â
âNot sure if those will work here,â The tanuki said as he yawned, âYou might be wasting your magic.â
âWhy wonât they work?â Kari asked as Neko moved closer to Kari and began to pose with his back raised in warning.
âThis place holds too much evil and sadness. Old spirits linger here.â
âThen why do you stay?â Neko challenged. âYou canât possibly be happy here.â
âItâs one of the few places that is safe for us creatures. Humans have all but extinguished the supernatural. And not all of us can get a witch to be our familiar.â The tanuki cleaned his paws.
âYou donât look like you’re suffering too much.â Kari replied as she took in the size of the tanuki.
âThe Japanese have a soft spot for us,â The tanuki replied, âI can get food as easily as a stray cat. My more ugly or threatening brothers, like kappa or kitsune, arenât as lucky.â
âThere are kappa here?!â Kari asked surprised. âTheyâre really far from Tono city. Why arenât they there?â
âOur nature is connected to the environment. When the humans began overpopulating, we were forced into hiding. Before that we could move or act freely. Now, we are chained to the most magical places near us.â The tanuki looked up at the sky before it laid its head down and closed his eyes. âIt is a death sentence to try and make it to another stronger magical area.â
âWhat if someone helped?â Kari asked.
âThis is all we know now. No matter how much we complain, we will never leave here. It is the home of our ancestors and will be our graves,â The tanukiâs eyes stayed closed. âBesides, if you ignore the spirits and the lower level demons, the place does grow on you.â
Neko relaxed his position and sat down next to Kari, cocking his head to the left. âSo we will see some ghosts?â
The tanuki opened one eye. âYou are aware you’re in the Sea of Trees forest, arenât you? The most haunted and demonic place in Japan?â
âHe knows,â Kari tried to kick Neko again but he jumped out of the way with a hiss. âHe didnât think it would be as bad as the rumors are.â
âYouâve been known to exaggerate.â Neko defended.
âItâs the autumn equinox, even if we werenât in this forest we would still see spirits tonight.â
âYeah, near graveyards.â Neko rolled his eyes.
âNo, the human is right. You are both powerful enough where you would see more than just the spirits here and at graveyards. Being here is dangerous,â The tanuki agreed with Kari. âToday is a special day, you should be at your family grave, they will be waiting for you.â
âThere is only one person we are interested in seeing and he has never visited his own grave,â Neko said.
âItâs more important that weâre here,â insisted Kari.
âIs it?â mused the tanuki. âI thought family is the most important to humans. Gods know they breed enough for it to be true. You should celebrate the good harvest. Days grow darker now, there will be more monsters you will have to face.â
Kari smiled kindly, âI lost someone to this forest. I want to try and help prevent anyone else from losing someone to it.â
âI am sorry for your loss,â The tanuki nodded gravely. âYour desire is a big one for just one person and her pet.â
âNo one else will help me. They think this forest is too lost to be saved.â Kari sighed, âBesides, Neko is all I need.â
âAnd you still come?â
Kari nodded, âEven powerful witch families fear the evil of this forest. They donât understand that itâs not the forest that is evil.â
âI am glad you understand,â The tanuki smiled and nodded before looking up at the sky. âYou should get back to work then, the sun is setting.â
Kari and Neko bowed and then tanuki returned it before going back to sleep. They walked a good 30 minutes before Kari placed another paper charm on a branch. âMay your demons vanish.â
âYou should have brought a thicker jacket,â Neko finally agreed when another cold wind blew.
Kari rolled her eyes. âIt was warmer last year, next year I will bring a thicker coat.â
âHave you ever seen spirits here?â Neko asked as he watched the sun slowly set.
Kari shook her head. âI have see their remnants, but no spirits. I didnât have you before and Iâm not strong enough on my own to see spirits yet.â
âWhatâs the difference between remnants and spirits?â
âSpirits are the souls of the living that havenât moved on. If powerful enough they can interact with humans and witches, but that is rare. Ghosts arenât bound by one place, they can travel if they feel like it. Most spirits are here because they have regrets or unresolved problems. Remnants are the last moments of life imprinted onto the environment that is around them.â Kari jumped over a big root that covered the trail. âTheyâre also the most scary. They look very angry or sad. Their actions are like a GIF; playing over and over again. Unchanging.â
âThat does seem scary.â
âThere are more remnants than spiritsââ Kari got cut off by a scream. They quickly turned toward the sound and saw an old woman in white robe fall to her knees while crying. The old woman blurred before the old woman screamed again and then fell to her knees while crying.
Kari watched the womanâs actions one more time before she walked over to the tree nearest the old woman and tied a charm to a tree branch. âMay your anger, pain, and sadness vanish.â
The paper glowed and the old woman couldnât be heard screaming. However, the remnant of the woman remained, only in silence.
âYou sure you donât want to use two charms and get rid of the remnant entirely?â Neko asked as he sadly watched the womansâ repetitive actions.
Kari shook her head and they continued walking. âYou canât get rid of remnants unless you get rid of the environment it was created in. Remember the remnant is imprinted on its surroundings. If you bulldozed all the trees, rocks, and sand around it and built a hotel or restaurant it would vanish. What I can do is get rid of the pain, anger, and sadness she left behind. Itâs those feelings that affect others.â
Neko walked in silence and wagged his tale before asking, âSo, when will we see ghosts?â
Kari rolled her eyes at his nonchalance. âI donât know if ghosts are here, but I imagine that the ghosts would be further along the trail. From that old womanâs clothes, I guess the people that died this close to the trail were probably from the edo period when old men and women came here to die from sickness or to help relieve some hunger from their family or village when there was famine or drought.â
âYes, the older deaths were more noble.â Spoke a silky voice from the shadows.
Neko hissed at the voice, arched his back and stood in front of Kari while she finished tying another charm.
âMay your demons vanish.â Kari spelled as a fox slowly crept into the final lights of the day.
âItâs been a year already?â The fox asked as he finished stepping out of the shadows. He was an auburn color with white under his mouth all the way down to his tails. The fox had three tails that swished behind him.
Kari sighed and nodded at the fox before walking deeper into the forest. Neko hissed as the fox followed her. The fox ignored him.
âI see you brought a friend this time. Am I not good enough company?â
âIf I want to go further into the woods and leave more protective spells I need my familiar.â Kari picked up Neko when he ran to her and allowed him to stand on her shoulders. Neko watched and glared at the fox.
The fox hummed. âI suppose youâre right. Although a fox would make a better familiar, I guess the cat’s eyes would be useful in the dark.â
The sun fully set and they stood in darkness. While Nekoâs eyes reflected light, the fox demon’s eyes glowed a dark yellow. The forest was quiet for three heart beats before agonizing screams echoed throughout the forest. The screams were sad and the darkness felt lonely. Neko rubbed against Kari as she pulled a small flashlight from her backpack.
âItâs a good thing weâre not staying the night.â
âIndeed, many do not make it past midnight.â
Neko growled and rubbed Kari harder.
âNeko, this is Kitsune. Kitsune, this is Neko.â Kari introduced. Both animals scoffed at the generic names.
âPleasure to meet you.â The fox purred with his yellow eyes squinting in irritation.
âLikewise.â Sneered Neko.
The fox shifted and hissed, âYour cat has no manners to the forest spirits.â
âYouâre a demon not a forest spirit.â Neko hissed back.
Kitsune growed. âI am the closest thing to a forest spirit, cat.â
âYou are not alone,â Kari tied another charm. âKnock it off you too.â
Neko and Kitsune stopped growling at eachother but continued to glare at one another. They walked in silence as the moon slowly rose. The forest continued to darken.
âHow long will you stay this time?â Kitsune questioned.
âWell before midnight.â Neko purred quietly at her response. Both of them know that witches tended to draw supernatural things to them. The stronger the witchâthe stronger things that can find them. Not to mention that the witching hour being the best time for paranormal things to roam. Add in today being the autumn equinox (one of days were the lines between worlds are weaker) and that spells trouble for them to stay longer than necessary.
âThatâs a shame,â The fox sighed. âYou would have so much fun here.â
Kari shrugged. âIt wouldnât be safe.â
âI could protect you.â Kitsune offered perking up and causing Neko to stiffen. âI am basically the forest spirit now. I am the most powerful being in the forest. And there are two shrines dedicated to me outside of the forest. Humans still pray to me.â
âThe tanuki looked better fed than you.â Neko sneered.
âThe tanuki is a scavenger that eats trash!â The fox growled. âThe humans give me offerings. They tell stories of kitsune and they take care of my shrines. They know this is my forest!â
âThe forest belongs to no one!â Neko hissed. âIt doesnât belong to you no matter how many humans give you offerings!â
Kariâs stomach growled. âKnock it off and letâs eat.â
âYouâre gonna let him eat with us?â whined Neko.
The foxâs tails swished back and forth arrogantly. âShe always let me eat with her. For the last eight years.â
Neko scrunched his nose in distaste and jumped off of Kariâs shoulders, when she leaned down to begin setting up for a small dinner. She took a small lantern out of her backpack and set it on the floor. She gave each of the boys rice balls. The fox ate what she offered quickly while Neko grimaced at the food before eating.
Two remnants manifested next to them. An old man and an old woman dressed in traditional Japanese clothing that were old and worn. They held each other and cried as they walked deeper into the forest before they flickered out and then replayed the same actions. Kari sighed and tied a charm onto a nearby branch.
âOvercome your worries and fears.â
âWhy do you think they did it?â Neko asked as he flicked his ear.
After Kari said the charm, the couple faded and flickered. Their images blurry but no sound was heard from the old couple. The charm was super effective and the couple almost vanished completely. Neko and Kitsune had to squint to see the couple clearly after the spell.
âThey came here during a feminine. Many Japanese elders came here to die because of bad harvests or their families didnât have money.â The fox said. âIt was pretty normal if they were too old, too weak, or too sick to work. If they felt like burdens, they would come here to die. It was an honorable thing to do.â
âDo they really need a charm? They were really quiet when we saw them.â Neko asked as Kari pet him sadly.
Kari nodded. â I need to leave the charm there because humans can feel the remnantâs sadness. It would double or triple their own sadness.â
The fox continued eating his riceballs and eyed Nekoâs. Kitsune licked his face and snorted. âFoolish humans, so weak to their own emotions. And then they leave those emotions behind them and allow it to contaminate the forest.â
Neko glared at Kitsune as he caught the fox eyeing Nekoâs unfinished rice balls. Neko quickly finished them as Kari spoke up.
âThey donât do it on purpose. They canât see the way we do.â
âOf course not.â The fox scoffed. âThey would have to care in order to see. Humans are so selfâcentered.â
âI think every creature is like that. Humans are just more open about it.â Kari shrugged as Neko finished his last rice ball. He roamed over to Kari as she spoke and rubbed up against her purring loudly.
Kitsune looked at Neko distastefully. âWe should continue if you want to get more charms hung up than last year.â
Kari nodded and placed their trash in her backpack. The sun set, the temperature dropped, and they still had a few miles to go. With the sun gone the frequency of remnants increased. The forest echoed death and sadness. The deeper into the woods they traveled the difference in ages and time periods became more apparent. Soon they were seeing college and high school students in uniforms.
Most of the time, they heard crying. Sometimes they heard rants and other times they heard praying. Sometimes they heard nothing but witnessed final moments of life.
Each time, Kari said a chant and tied a charm and the remnant would fade. The forest seemed calmer.
âYouâre seeing a lot more remnants this time.â Kitsune mused. âMaybe youâll see a ghost this year. Who knows, you might even see your boyfriend.â
Neko hissed and Kari flinched.
âI donât come here in hopes of seeing him or his remnant. If his spirit is here, that means he hasnât moved on.â She paused. âI just want to make this forest better. I want to clean the forest of bad intent so that way it will stop having influence on those who are experiencing a moment of weakness.â
âThey were always weak.â
Suddenly, a huge boar charged at them. The fox and Neko jumped out of the way while Kari grabbed a low tree branch and held her body off the ground.
The boar’s eyes glowed yellow and steam blew out of his nose. âHow dare you take away my energy!â
The boar headbut the tree Kari was holding onto in hopes of knocking her out. The tree shook but Kari held firm. Neko climbed up next to Kari and hissed at the boar. The boar growled back before he crashed into the tree again. Kari managed to pull herself up and sat on the branch without spilling any of her charms in her backpack.
âYou still hungry, Neko?â Kari asked as she pulled out a small pocket knife.
âEat him?â Neko scoffed. âNo way! He smells of human flesh.â
The boar realised that his headbuts were doing no damage to the tree, his anger escalated. He growled and it echoed tore through the forest like a large bearsâ growl. His body began shaking and parts of him began morphing and melting.
Kari grabbed one of her charms just as smoke began to pour out of the boar’s body and rush in her direction.
âPurify!â Kari shouted. The paper burst into flames while in her hand. However, it purified the area around her.
The boar jumped back and roared in pain before charging again. The boar’s body morphed into human hands. Some hands leaked smoke, while some hands appear to be tempting to escape from the boar’s body. Muffled screams of dead humans that the boar devoured over the years escaped in the boarâs loud roars.
âOne good thing about boarsâ no matter how much energy they consumeâ they remain dumber than dirt.â Neko smirked down at the boar.
âOh gross!â Kari turned her head and breathed into her shoulder when the wind changed directions and brought the boar’s scent in her direction.
âTold ya he reeks!â Neko rolled his eyes. âBest to just purify him. His energy wonât do me no good.â The boar hit the tree again with a loud screech. Neko and Kari gripped the tree as it finally cracked.
âOk, well get down there and be a distraction. I need some power up time.â Kari took a small pocket knife out of her jacket and pricked her finger. Neko walked over and licked her bleeding finger. âBlood brother, familiar bound by contract and name; please protect me.â
Neko jumped from her tree to another one. He leaped onto a tree behind the boar and turned into a jaguar before hitting the ground. Neko released a fearsome growl and the boar turned and attacked him immediately.
Kari quickly unzipped her backpacks front pouch and pulled out a small batch of blank rectangular papers. Using her still bleeding finger she wrote the kanji for purify and on another paper she wrote the kanji for cleansing. Kari heard a loud thump and growl from Neko and she turned to check on him.
Neko jumped back into another tree and dry heaved, âDisgusting!â
âDid you bite him?!â Kari asked as the demon boar roared and rammed into Nekoâs tree.
âYes!â Neko whined. âAnd it is disgusting!â He dry heaved again and almost fell out of his tree.
Kari rolled her eyes and focused on pouring energy onto the paper. She held up both papers and closed her eyes. The blood on the paper charms glowed before bursting into flames. She murmured a quick purification spell as the boar bounced off of Nekoâs tree and turned back in her direction.
âThatâs a shame.â Kari sighed as the boar glowed brightly and slowly disappeared before he reached Kariâs tree. âHe was too infected with negative energy to be restored to a proper boar.â
Neko coughed again, âFrom the taste of him, I would say that heâs been consuming human flesh for a while.â Neko jumped to the floor and licked himself in an attempt to get rid of the taste of the boar. âI think he was a regular boar to begin with too.â
Kari nodded. âHe probably fed off of dead humans that carried a lot of negative energy after they died. Itâs a shame that animals and humans are victims of this forest.â
Neko stopped licking himself. âAt least he wasnât much of a challenge. And your fox friend disappeared.â
âHe does that sometimes.â Kari shrugged.
âHe could have helped.â Neko growled. âYou could have saved that energy for later, when we need it to leave the forest.â
Kari climbed down the tree. âWe probably wonât see him again.â
âUnless he wants to prank us.â Neko grumbled about stupid trickster foxes as he too climbed down from his tree.
Kari pet Nekoâs head. âPrank you, you mean? He likes me.â
âCome on, letâs get this over with.â Neko bumped her with his head and pushed her forward.
Kari giggled and began walking again. She checked her watch with light from her flashlight. âWe should turn around in ano hour or so. We want to be out of the forest before midnight.â
Kari placed a charm on a tree nearby and murmured, âYour family loves you.â
âHow much further?â Neko glanced at the moon.
âNot much. In factââ Kari wiped her sweaty hands and they heard running water. âWeâre here.â They reached the lake near the northern part of the woods. It was dark but the full moon shined above them. The waterfall on the other side of the big lake fell into the lake in a calming manner.
âBeautiful.â Neko marveled.
Kari nodded taking in the serene scene before them. âThe water wasnât always this clear. It took a few years to get rid of the people who drowned themselves and stop their spirits from drowning others. They tainted the water. So, donât drink it.â
âOf course I wonât drink it,â scoffed Neko. âEven familiars are aware of the corruption of this lake. Iâd rather drink my own piss.â
âGross,â Kari rolled her eyes while she searched her bag. âWell, letâs get to work.â Kari pulled out a charm with the kanji for âskyâ written on it and placed it on Nekoâs back. Neko burst into blue flames. Kari climbed onto Nekoâs back and he jumped into the sky.
Kari dropped charms into the lake causing the lake to shift to black. The lake swayed and waves formed. Kari and Neko listened to sobs and moans as they soared over the lake. Neko and Kari observed the lake as Kari threw her last charm. It was no longer a serene sight. The lake bore a strong resemblance to Hadesâ river of death. Arms, legs, and faces tried to escape the river but couldnât.
âReady?â Kari pet Neko and he nodded and flew them higher up. The charms in the lake[1] began to glow blue. âRelease!â Kari shouted. The charms turned red and burst into flames. The flames slowly vanquished the souls stuck inside the lake. The lake stilled and the forest became silent once more. While there were not any evil spirits in the lake, the lake still emitted a sad aura. Kari rested her head on Neko as he slowly flew to the ground. When they landed, Kari flopped onto the floor and laid there breathing hard and sweating. Her backpack laid open beside her.
âNot bad,â Neko sat at the edge of the lake. âIn a few years, this lake might actually be a normal lake.â
âMaybe when Iâm fifty.â Kari rolled onto her stomach and laid her head on her arms, energy almost completely drained. âLast year there was finally a noticeable decrease in deaths. Not a big decrease, but enough.â
Neko checked the location of the moon. âCome on, letâs get going. Itâs getting too late for my liking.â
âKay.â Kari gave a huge sigh but held her hand up for Neko to crawl under. When he was half way under her, he stood and helped Kari stand. Kari held onto him as she reached down for her backpack and pulled out an origami flower bouquet. She zipped up her bag and put it on her back. Then she told Neko the direction to walk.
They trudged to the other side of the lake towards an area where a tree grew next to the lake. The tree had roots that went directly into the lake. In one area on the tree, its roots looked as if one could lay comfortably in them. One branch was long and thick enough that someone long ago tired a rope onto it to swing off the tree and into the lakeâor for darker things.
On the tree trunk was carved, âREST IN PEACEâ and below that was a list of names (or initials) and dates of loved ones who died at or near the lake. Kari ran her fingers over the fourth to last name on the tree, âNatsu Showaâ and the date marked eight years prior. Neko sat near her and watched quietly as Kari stepped back from the tree and held the origami bouquet and whispered, âTransform.â
The origami flowers morphed into real flowers that Kari placed at the root of the tree. She clapped her hands twice and bowed. Neko stood and bowed with her.
âSo, you donât want to see me?â A voice from behind Kari said. She stiffened and froze while Neko turned quickly and growled. The voice ignored Neko. âShouldnât you want to see your boyfriend?â
Blood rushed through her ears and Kari slowly turned around. Her fear caused her to look from his feet to his face slowly. There was a pang in her heart when she saw his face. He looked exactly the same as she remembered him eight years ago: wearing dark jeans and a white collared shirt that had his family emblem embroidered on his shirt pocket above his heart. His hands in his pockets.
Then again, he was a ghost. He will be forever unchanging and stuck at the age of his death; only 20 years old. Too young to die. His whole life had been ahead of him. Including a whole life with her. The only difference now was that he was glowing and slightly translucent. However, he appeared more solid and corporeal compared to the remnants Kari and Neko encountered earlier.
âWow, you look old,â He joked then gestured towards her hair. âI like the pink.â
A heartbroken smile formed on Kariâs face. She reached out and pet Neko to calm him downâhe didnât.
âI didnât know age mattered to you.â
His brows furrowed. âIt doesnât, you just look old.â
âThanks.â Kari grimaced.
âYou know what I mean,â Natsu rolled his eyes. âHow old are you?â
â24.â Kari rubbed Nekoâs ears to calm herself.
âDid you graduate college?â
âBarely,â Kari shrugged.
He smiled and nodded his head. âOur families expect too much of us sometimesââgoing to school full time and expecting us to go on missions for them at the drop of a hat.â
A tear rolled down Kariâs face.
Natsu took his hand out of his pocket and took a step toward Kari while raising his hand as if to cup her face. He stopped when Nekoâs growls increased. âHey now, donât cry.â
âItâs a little hard not to,â Kari swallowed. â It is your death day after all.â
âIâm not worth crying over,â He stated as he put his hand back into his pocket. He shifted from one foot to another. âIâm sorry.â
âThat doesnât make it better.â Kari choked out as more tears fell from her eyes. Her chest ached.
â I know it doesnât.â Natsu released a deep sigh. There was a long pause as they would look at each other and then look away in pain. âHow does it feel to be 24? You finally get to be older than me.â
âSometimes it feels exactly like 16. Sometimes it feels like 20.â Kari looked down at Neko. âItâs repetitive and fast. But also new and slow.â
âInteresting.â
Neko nudged Kari and motioned toward the moon. The moon shifted higher into the sky. They might have to walk back quickly if they donât leave soon. If they stayed later, they will have to run out of the forest before midnight.
âWhy didnât you want to see me?â
Kari looked back at him, âIâm not ready. What if you were a malicious spirit? I would have to purify you.â Kari looked down at Neko. â Plus, it took some time to convince Neko to be my familiar. He wasnât so interested in having a partner considering how bad his last one went. Good familiars are hard to find and I wouldnât want anyone else.â Neko purred at Kariâs praise and did not speak to Natsu.
Natsu looked up at the stars, âYou should probably leave soon. Itâs getting late.â
âWhy did you do it?â
Natsu appeared to take a deep breath and then blew the hair out of his face. âNot too sure now. For a while it was because of pain and stress. I wanted to escape. You have to admit the counsel expects a lot from us.â
âThatâs a shitty excuse.â
Natsu raised his eyebrow at Kariâs rude response. âWhat does it matter now? An answer wonât change anything. I still killed myself. I am still dead. And it wonât make you feel better.â Natsu insisted as he stared at Kariâs angry face.
âTell me,â Kari demanded.
âIt was Beijing. The counsel made us do really bad things in Beijing.â
âYou should have shared your problems with meâyou didnât have to face those demons alone.â
âYes,â Natsu scoffed. âBecause telling your 16 year old betrothed the horrors of the counsel and your families is a burden you want to share with a teenager.â
âOf course,â Kari disagreed. âBecause then I would have been prepared. I wouldnât have to go through it without you.â
Neko nudged her. They had been here too long. He could feel the soil turn cold. Kari scratched his ear harder in understanding.
âI wish I was really seeing you.â Kari sighed as she turned away from Natsu and put on her backpack.
Natsu frowned. âWhat do you mean? Where are you going?â
âItâs time to go home. Itâs dangerous for me to be here.â Neko slowly backed away from Natsu and followed Kari but did not turn his back to Natsu.
âYou donât want to stay here a bit longer with me? You wonât be able to see me again until next year.â
Kari turned back to look at him. âIf you were actually Natsu, I might actually be tempted to stay. Please donât follow us and we will leave in peace.â
Natsuâs face went blank. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhatâs my real name?â
Natsuâs eyes flickered toward Neko, whose back was now arched and he looked ready to lunge. âNames are powerful. You wouldnât want me to say it in front of him. He could use it against you.â
Kari turned her back to Natsu and began walking away from the lake and into the forest. âHe knows my name. Just like he knows yours. After all, he was your familiar first.â
Neko followed Kari into the forest walking backwards and took huge satisfaction of the shocked look on the imposter’s face. Neko had just turned around fully when the shock went away and the imposter became angry. He took a step to follow them but Neko heard him move on the forest floor before he growled as he turned around.
The imposter hissed back.
âYour illusion is very good. I didnât even notice your tails.â Kari turned back to look at the imposter with a disappointed look on her face.
The imposter quickly glanced behind him to double check on his tails out of habit when she mentioned them. âWhat gave it away then?â
âFor one, Neko was Natsuâs familiar before he was mine. Natsu would never ignore him.â Neko backed into Kari trying to push her deeper into the forest and back from where they came from. âAnother was that Natsu never called me Kari.â
âHe did when he died,â Kitsune defended. âHis last words were your name. He loved you and yet he still killed himself, the fool.â
âSometimes our own demons are stronger than the ones we love,â Kari explained. âWe are going to leave peacefully. However, if you attempt to do this next year, I will kill you.â
The Kitsune growled, making Natsuâs face warp. âYou threaten me in my own forest?!â
âConsider it a gift from someone who was your friend. I wonât be this kind to you next year.â Neko arched higher as Kitsune growled at her. Neko released his own growl so powerful it caused the forest to shake.
âYou can keep your gift.â Kitsune snarled. âYou think you got out of here safely before because you were powerful? Nothing attacked you because I protected you. Try getting out of here alive without my protection.â
Immediately, the forest shook and a warm breeze fluttered around them. Neko and Kari took off into the forest. Her protective charms lit the way back to the entrance.
âIf I canât be your familiar and get out of this godforsaken forest, then you wonât be able to leave either!â Kitsuneâs voice echoed through the sea of trees around them.
Kari quickly took out her pocket knife and slashed her hand open as they ran. She jumped onto Nekoâs back and shoved her blood down his throat as he continued to run.
âNeko, fly!â Kari ordered and blue flames burst around them and soon Neko was flying. âDonât fly too high and lose sight of the charms!â
âI know!â Neko yelled. âI focus on flying, you focus on defense!â
An owl flew at them and it whoâd, it warped into a vulture with arms for talons that dripped poison. Kari pulled her backpack open and pulled out another charm and threw it in the owls direction.
âPurify!â Her magic vanquished the owl in an instant, but in the owl’s place, two kappa came. Their frogâlike appearance was thin and bones yet they managed to hop from tree to tree quickly chasing after them. Kari grabbed two more papers, threw them at the kappa, and repeated, âPurify!â
Kitsune, no longer in Natsuâs form, jumped into the air and lunged at Neko. Kitsune opened his mouth to bite Neko but fire came out instead.
âBarrier!â Kari shouted before the flames could touch them. Neko dodged Kitsuneâs next attack and managed to get them closer to the edge of the forest.
âDonât do it,â Neko warned as he tried to put more distance between them and the demons attacking them.
âI donât have much choice,â Kari argued.
âWeâre too far from the entrance.â Neko argued back.
Before Kari could counter argue Neko, seven foxes surrounded them. Each with yellow eyes and black smoke coming out of their mouths. Kari clasped her hands together in an instant and gathered her remaining energy.
âPURGE!â
Kariâs spell lit up three miles in every direction and the area was eradicated of evil. The fox and many other demons and spirits in the area vanished. Nekoâs blue flames went out and they plummeted to the ground.
Neko struggled to stand as his spiritual energy was gone after he woke up from the fall. He would have to rely on his physical strength to get them out of this.The demons and spirits will gain their strength back faster than normal because of the equinox. Neko growled fiercely as a transparent being walked closer to them. His growl turned into hisses as he saw that the Kitsune was wearing Natsuâs face again.
âTake it easy, Karuppan, youâll need my help to get out of here.â Neko froze as the spirit of Natsu hovered over Kari. He ran his hand over her. âNo major harm is done. Sheâs just been depleted of energy. If you can get her home and let her rest, she should be just fine.â
âWhat did you call me?â Neko finally asked.
âKaruppan, your real name. Mine is Natsuki.â Natsuki turned to Neko. âYou need to bite her and take some blood.â
Neko immediately growled. âFamiliars canât hurt their charge. We can only take what is willingly given.â
âI think youâll be able to take some blood in order to protect her. I would give you my blood but,â Natsuki didnât finish his sentence. He just stared challengingly into Nekoâs eyes. âI can get you both out of here, but we need to act quickly before the Kitsune and other spirits rejuvenate.â
Neko glared at Natsuki but reluctantly listened to him and licked some dried blood from Kariâs hand.
âOk, now get her onto your back.â
Neko struggled to get Kari onto his back with no hands but after a few minutes had her in an ok place on his back.
âReady?â
âNo, I think I can walk out of here.â Neko responded dryly.
âKaruppan, fly!â Natsuki ordered using Nekoâs real name to bend the bond between Kari and Neko which forced Neko to listen to Natsuki. Nekoâs magic flared blue and green and his body flew into the air on command and not of Nekoâs choice. Neko moved on autopilot and he didnât stop until they were home.
Some people found wonderful notes hidden in the forest that carry reminders that they are loved. Soon others would leave notes of goodwill and love to discourage those who come to the forest to die and encourage them to return home. To the humans, it seemed like an act of kindness: sometimes people need reminders that they are loved and wanted in the world and these small notes did that. They didnât know that the words of love and encouragement came from a witch who had lost someone to the forest. But, what the mortals didnât know or understand, they made up for by spreading the love and filling the forest with positive hopes and dreams.
That year the forest had a significantly reduced amount of deaths in the forest.
Cherish Larain graduated from NIU with a Bachelor’s in English and a focus on Creative Writing. She has been writing and drawing her biweekly comic series, “MOC Comics”. She currently teaches English in Japan.
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Goodbye for Now, a Short Story by Jennifer Weigel
What if ours weren’t the only reality? What if the past paths converged, if those moments that led to our current circumstances got tangled together with their alternates and we found ourselves caught up in the threads?
Marla returned home after the funeral and wake. She drew the key in the lock and opened the door slowly, the looming dread of coming back to an empty house finally sinking in. Everyone else had gone home with their loved ones. They had all said, “goodbye,” and moved along.
Her daughter Misty and son-in-law Joel had caught a flight to Springfield so he could be at work the next day for the big meeting. Her brother Darcy was on his way back to Montreal. Emmett and Ruth were at home next door, probably washing dishes from the big meal they had helped to provide afterward, seeing as their kitchen light was on. Marla remembered there being food but couldn’t recall what exactly as she hadn’t felt like eating. Sandwiches probably… she’d have to thank them later.
Marla had felt supported up until she turned the key in the lock after the services, but then the realization sank deep in her throat like acid reflux, hanging heavy on her heart – everyone else had other lives to return to except for her. She sighed and stepped through the threshold onto the outdated beige linoleum tile and the braided rag rug that stretched across it. She closed the door behind herself and sighed again. She wiped her shoes reflexively on the mat before just kicking them off to land in a haphazard heap in the entryway.
The still silence of the house enveloped her, its oppressive emptiness palpable – she could feel it on her skin, taste it on her tongue. It was bitter. She sighed and walked purposefully to the living room, the large rust-orange sofa waiting to greet her. She flopped into its empty embrace, dropping her purse at her side as she did so.
A familiar, husky voice greeted her from deeper within the large, empty house. “Where have you been?”
Marla looked up and glanced around. Her husband Frank was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, drying a bowl. Marla gasped, her hand shooting to her mouth. Her clutched appendage took on a life of its own, slowly relinquishing itself of her gaping jaw and extending a first finger to point at the specter.
“Frank?” she spoke hesitantly.
“Yeah,” the man replied, holding the now-dry bowl nestled in the faded blue-and-white-checkered kitchen towel in both hands. “Who else would you expect?”
“But you’re dead,” Marla spat, the words falling limply from her mouth of their own accord.
The 66-year old man looked around confusedly and turned to face Marla, his silver hair sparkling in the light from the kitchen, illuminated from behind like a halo. “What are you talking about? I’m just here washing up after lunch. You were gone so I made myself some soup. Where have you been?”
“No, I just got home from your funeral,” Marla spoke quietly. “You are dead. After the boating accident… You drowned. I went along to the hospital – they pronounced you dead on arrival.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Frank said. “What boating accident?”
“The sailboat… You were going to take me out,” Marla coughed, her brown eyes glossed over with tears.
“We don’t own a sailboat,” Frank said bluntly. “Sure, I’d thought about it – it seems like a cool retirement hobby – but it’s just too expensive. We’ve talked about this, we can’t afford it.”
Marla glanced out the bay window towards the driveway where the small sailboat sat on its trailer, its orange hull reminiscent of the Florida citrus industry, and also of the life jacket Frank should have been wearing when he’d been pulled under. Marla cringed and turned back toward the kitchen. She sighed and spoke again, “But the boat’s out front. The guys at the marina helped to bring it back… after you… drowned.”
Frank had retreated to the kitchen to put away the bowl. Marla followed. She stood in the doorway and studied the man intently. He was unmistakably her husband, there was no denying it even despite her having just witnessed his waxen lifeless body in the coffin at the wake before the burial, though this Frank was a slight bit more overweight than she remembered.
“Well, that’s not possible. Because I’m still here,” Frank grumbled. He turned to face her, his blue eyes edged with worry. “There now, it was probably just a dream. You knew I wanted a boat and your anxiety just formulated the worst-case scenario…”
“See for yourself,” Marla said, her voice lilting with every syllable.
Frank strode into the living room and stared out the bay window. The driveway was vacant save for some bits of Spanish moss strewn over the concrete from the neighboring live oak tree. He turned towards his wife.
“But there’s no boat,” he sighed. “You must have had a bad dream. Did you fall asleep in the car in the garage again?” Concern was written all over his face, deepening every crease and wrinkle. “Is that where you were? The garage?”
Marla glanced again at the boat, plain as day, and turned to face Frank. Her voice grew stubborn. “It’s right here. How can you miss it?” she said, pointing at the orange behemoth.
“Honey, there’s nothing there,” Frank exclaimed, exasperation creeping into his voice.
Marla huffed and strode to the entryway, gathering her shoes from where they waited in their haphazard heap alongside the braided rag run on the worn linoleum floor. She marched out the door as Frank took vigil in its open frame, still staring at her. She stomped out to the boat and slapped her hand on the fiberglass surface with a resounding smack. The boat was warm to the touch, having baked in the Florida sun. She turned back towards the front door.
“See!” she bellowed.
The door stood open, empty. No one was there, watching. Marla sighed again and walked back inside. The vacant house once again enveloped her in its oppressive emptiness. Frank was nowhere to be found.
So I guess it’s goodbye for now. Feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigelâs work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.
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Nightmarish Nature: Just Jellies
Today on Nightmarish Nature we’re gonna revisit The Blob and jiggle our way to terror. Why? ‘Cause we’re just jellies – looking at those gelatinous denizens of the deep, as well as some snot-like land-bound monstrosities, and wishing we could ooze on down for some snoozy booze schmoozing action. Or something.
Honestly, I don’t know what exactly it is that jellyfish and slime molds do but whatever it is they do it well, which is why they’re still around despite being among the more ancient organism templates still in common use.
Jellyfish are on the rise.
Yeah, yeah, some species like moon jellies will hang out in huge blooms near the surface feeding, but that’s not what I meant. Jellyfish populations are up. They’re honing in on the open over-fished ocean and making themselves at home. Again.
And, although this makes the sea turtles happy since jellies are a favorite food staple of theirs, not much else is excited about the development. Except for those fish that like to hide out inside of their bells, assuming they don’t accidentally get eaten hanging out in there. But that’s a risk you gotta take when you’re trying to escape predation by surrounding yourself in a bubble of danger that itself wants to eat you. Be eaten or be eaten. Oh, wait…
So what makes jellies so scary?
Jellyfish pack some mighty venom. Despite obvious differences in mobility, they are related to anemones and corals. But not the Man o’ War which looks similar but is actually a community of microorganisms that function together as a whole, not one creature. Not that it matters when you’re on the wrong end of a nematocyst, really. Because regardless what it’s attached to, that stings.
Box jellies are among the most venomous creatures in the world and can move of their own accord rather than just drifting about like many smaller jellyfish do. And even if they aren’t deadly, the venom from many jellyfish species will cause blisters and lesions that can take a long time to heal. So even if they do resemble free-floating plastic grocery bags, you’d do best to steer clear. Because those are some dangerous curves.
But what does this have to do with slime molds?
Absolutely nothing. I honestly don’t know enough about jellyfish or slime molds to devote the whole of a Nightmarish Nature segment to either, so they had to share. Essentially, this bit is what happened when I decided to toast a bagel before coming up with something to write about and spent a tad too much time in contemplation of my breakfast. I guess we’re lucky I didn’t have any cream cheese or clotted cream…
Oh, and also thinking about gelatinous cubes and oozes in the role-playing game sense – because those sort of seem like a weird hybrid between jellies and slime molds, as does The Blob. Any of those amoeba influenced creatures are horrific by their very nature – they don’t even need to be souped up, just ask anyone who’s had dysentery.
And one of the most interesting thing about slime molds is that they can take the shortest path to food even when confronted with very complex barriers. They are maze masterminds and would give the Minotaur more than a run for his money, especially if he had or was food. They have even proven capable of determining the most efficient paths for water lines or railways in metropolitan regions, which is kind of crazy when you really think about it. Check it out in Scientific American here. So, if we assume that this is essentially the model upon which The Blob was built, then it’s kind of a miracle anything got away. And slime molds are coming under closer scrutiny and study as alternative means of creating computer components are being explored.
Jellies are the Wave of the Future.
We are learning that there may be a myriad of uses for jellyfish from foodstuffs to cosmetic products as we rethink how we interact with them. They are even proving useful in cleaning up plastic pollution. I don’t know how I feel about the foodstuff angle for all that they’ve been a part of various recipes for a long time. From what I’ve seen of the jellyfish cookbook recipes, they just don’t look that appealing. But then again I hate boba with a passion, so I’m probably not the best candidate to consider the possibility.
So it seems that jellies are kind of the wave of the future as we find that they can help solve our problems. That’s pretty impressive for some brainless millions of years old critter condiments. Past – present – perpetuity! Who knows what else we’d have found if evolution hadn’t cleaned out the fridge every so often?
Feel free to check out more Nightmarish Nature here.
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Lucky Lucky Wolfwere Saga Part 4 from Jennifer Weigel
Continuing our junkyard dawg werewolf story from the previous St. Patrickâs Days⊠though technically he’s more of a wolfwere but wolfwhatever. Anyway, here are Part 1 from 2022, Part 2 from 2023 and Part 3 from 2024 if you want to catch up.
Yeah I donât know how you managed to find me after all this time. We havenât been the easiest to track down, Monty and I, and we like it that way. Though actually, youâve managed to find me every St. Patrickâs Day since 2022 despite me being someplace else every single time. Itâs a little disconcerting, like Iâm starting to wonder if I was microchipped way back in the day in 2021 when I was out lollygagging around and blacked out behind that taco hutâŠ
Anyway as Iâd mentioned before, that Scratchers was a winner. And Iâd already moved in with Monty come last St. Patrickâs Day. Hell, heâd already begun the process of cashing in the Scratchers, and what a process that was. It made my head spin, like too many squirrels chirping at you from three different trees at once. We did get the money eventually though.
Since I saw you last, we were kicked out of Montyâs crap apartment and had gone to live with his parents while we sorted things out. Thank goodness that was short-lived; his mother is a nosy one for sure, and Monty didnât want to let on he was sitting on a gold mine as he knew theyâd want a cut even though they had it made already. She did make a mean brisket though, and it sure beat living with Sal. Just sayin.
Anyway, we finally got a better beater car and headed west. I was livinâ the dream.  We were seeing the country, driving out along old Route 66, for the most part. At least until our car broke down just outside of Roswell near the mountains and we decided to just shack it up there. (Boy, Monty sure can pick âem. Itâs like he has radar for bad cars. Calling them lemons would be generous. At least itâs not high maintenance women who wonât toss you table scraps or let you up on the sofa.)
We found ourselves the perfect little cabin in the woods. And it turns out we were in the heart of Bigfoot Country, depending on who you ask. I wouldnât know, Iâve never seen one. But it seems that Monty was all into all of those supernatural things: aliens, Bigfoot, even werewolves. And finding out his instincts on me were legit only added fuel to that fire. So now he sees himself as some sort of paranormal investigator.
Whatever. I keep telling him this werewolf gig isnât all that itâs cracked up to be, and it doesnât work like in the movies. I wasnât bitten, and I generally donât bite unless provoked. He says technically Iâm a wolfwere, to which I just reply âWhere?â and smile. Whatever. Itâs the little things I guess. I just wish everything didnât come out as a bark most of the time, though Montyâs gotten pretty good at interpretingâŠÂ As long as he doesnât get the government involved, and considering his take on the government himself that would seem to be a long stretch. We both prefer the down low.
So here we are, still livinâ the dream. There arenât all that many rabbits out here but itâs quiet and the locals donât seem to notice me all that much. And Monty can run around and make like heâs gonna have some kind of sighting of Bigfoot or aliens or the like. As long as the pantryâs stocked itâs no hair off my back. Sure, there are scads of tourists, but they can be fun to mess around with, especially at that time of the month if I happen to catch them out and about.
Speaking of tourists, I even ran into that misspent youth from way back in 2021 at the convenience store; I spotted him at the Quickie Mart along the highway here. I guess he and his girlfriend were apparently on walkabout (or car-about) perhaps making their way to California or something. He even bought me another cookie. Small world. But we all knew that alreadyâŠ
If you enjoyed this werewolf wolfwere wolfwhatever saga, feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigelâs work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.