Crossing Kevin's Crossing

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Almanac

Hello Dear Readers, I have good news! The benevolent and enabling Robyn was able to give me a ride to the library so I can finally get my hands on the 1887 Newtown Almanac. I believe she wanted to distract me from brooding about Daniel Lister (A.K.A. the Vandal). Hooray for the pit! Hopefully, with the almanac, I will be able to find out what the Dwellers Below, who are probably the Tribes Below, failed to take over, that led to the Treaty of 1887 with the Representative of the Screaming Skies and Whispered Rooms. Perhaps even who the Vandal was possible an agent of. Boy, do I love good a recap! I went to the front desk of the library and announced my presence. I was told to wait while the head librarian arrived to escort me to a specialist room. The head librarian turned out to be a tall, elderly dark-skinned gentleman with white hair. He led me to a room in the basement of the library. The fact the library has a basement is very interesting to m

Idenitity of the Vandal

Hello Dear Readers, Today I received a shocking email from my friend Yusuf! It’s been a while since I’ve seen or heard from him. Vic had told he’s doing much better since the last time we met. Turns out its true! Apparently, there’s something that he feels I needed to know. His email contained only a single link to an article from the Kevin's Crossing Herald, the charming local newspaper. When I began reading it my breath caught in my chest. The article said that the identity of the young man killed in a hit and run accident several weeks ago (the Vandal!) had been determined! Though the identity of the driver of the car is still unknown (frowny face). Before going any further, I must tell you, dear readers, this was very difficult to read. It re-ignites many emotions I had thought I’d put to rest. The death of the Vandal, may he live forever in the sun, was very hard on me. Since then I’ve buried myself in my research (and snack cakes). This information re-opens t

Treakle St.

Hello Dear Readers, On my way back from the viewing the petroglyphs in the woods, where all the teenagers hang out and do unsupervised teenager things, Tim began telling me the story of Teackle Street. It was really more of group effort since Tim’s friend Karen and a very pale kid that went by T-Bone, frequently interrupted to add their incites. So instead of giving you the complete, jumbled transcript, I will summarize the story into something comprehensible. Apparently, many years ago there was a road named Treakle Street. It was the only road that lead to the on-ramp for the old highway US 1 that brought most of the traffic and commerce through town. It was lined with business, shops, warehouses, and hotels. But the new bypass was put in on the far side of town and traffic began to slow. As the traffic on Treakle Street dwindled, so did the business around Treakle Street. A few sleazy motels, rundown diners, and old warehouses stayed because some

Petroglyphs

Hello Dear Readers, So, becoming known in town for an interested in the strange and unusual has continued to be a mixed blessing. On one hand, people are far more willing to talk to me about things now, on the other hand, people know who I am and want to talk to me all the time. Recently I was contacted by way of email. It was Tim, the teenager from Historical Society. Fortunately, he and his friends have not yet tried to play the elevator game. They invited me to a secret place somewhere in woods outside of town to show me something he thinks I will find interesting. (Susan, remember when we were kids and we used to go into the woods and eat mushrooms, until the incident with Henry Burrows? May he live forever in the sun.) Apparently, they have rocks they think I should see. Well, rock does beat scissors. Again I fear being taken out into the middle of nowhere and hunted for sport. But if that is the price that I must pay for mystery, then so be it! So Tim picked me up

Quick Update

Hello Dear Readers, For those who are keeping track of the multidimensional structures depicted in the codex, so far there are two confirmed sightings and one possible sighting. I saw one around the ghost of Horatio Grey and another on the painting my sister made for me years ago. Both were revealed when the mystery bulb was shined on them. Also, in Otto’s story about his friend Johnny, there is a description of a strange image carved into the top of a wooden box that fits the description. So that's two, maybe three structures, out of a total of eight. I’ll keep you updated.

Suzie's Painting

Hello Dear Readers, Today was a sad and strange day. I had to make the decision to get rid of the former tomato, now purple pod plant. The roots were beginning to grow out of the pot and along the shelf. I was starting to hearing things moving around inside the pods. So with sadness in my heart, I threw it into my building’s dumpster and prayed that it doesn’t attack the next person who uses the dumpster. After that, I decided to move the mystery lamp out of the closet. After seeing the strange mutations it induced in the tomato plant I was hesitant to place it anywhere nearby. Then I figured I can always just unscrew the mystery bulb and leave the regular light in place. I decided to place it underneath an abstract painting, my sister, Susan did of the beheading of Anne Boleyn. I moved the card table I found next to the dumpster from the closet and placed it beneath the picture. I placed the lamp on it when suddenly one of the legs gave out. The