Crossing Kevin's Crossing

Hello Dear Readers, So, it turns out that the sinkhole in the Heights was not a total bust after all.  Eventually, the township began filling it repaved the street.  There were no problems, nothing unexplained and or otherwise.  Very disappointing.  Except Otto contacted me through Gemma.  It turns out his AA sponsor lives in the fancy Heights neighborhood directly across the street from the sinkhole.  Hooray for the chemical dependence! It seems that when you live in a rich neighborhood you install security cameras on the exterior of your house.  Cameras that could capture the edge of the sinkhole.  Apparently, they captured something odd, and he told Otto about it.  Otto recommended that he talk to me since he is aware of my interest in unusual phenomena.  The wonders of CCtv pays off again.  Perhaps I should have some cameras installed in the apartment.  It would help to keep track of the ‘not a real cat’. The time stamp on the video says 2:48 am two days after the street col

Hello Dear Readers, After last night's strange encounter with nonhuman entities from realms I couldn't possibly imagine, I awoke eagerly awaiting payment for my services as the observer.  I checked my whole apartment, which only took a minute as it's a small loft and I have little in the way of possessions and furniture(with the exception of the picture you painted for me when I graduated high school, Suzie).  I decided to check outside, in case it was left there. Instead, I found something very different waiting for me on my doorstep.  The ‘not a real cat’ sat there.  It looked up at me, giving me a cross look. “It's not my fault you got stuck in a car,” I closed the door on it and went back to my morning routine.  Which includes listening to Kimberley Valentine on KMO 9.92.  This morning Kimberley interrupted her regular format with breaking news!  An enormous sinkhole had opened up and swallowed a large part of the street in the expensive Heights neighborhood

Hello Dear Readers, After the encounter with Horatio Grey at the train yard, I decided to take some time off and re-evaluate my approach to uncovering the unknown and the effect it has the new network of friends I’ve been building.  Unfortunately fate had other ideas! I decided to go see a movie.  A favorite American pastime!  (Suzie, remember when we used to sneak out to the movies after Mom and Dad passed out on NyQuil?). Kevin's Crossing has a small art-house movie theater with only one screen.  But it has such a long and dark history that I thought I would save it for another day.  There is a twelve-screen multiplex over in Telford, so I took three buses and arrived at the gleaming edifice of plaster and neon lights.  On the bus ride over I made an effort to count the graffiti I saw.  The ‘Shh’ graffiti seems to be waning currently, which is a good sign for the people of Kevin's Crossing, but I bad sign for me and my handful of readers. Also, I've begun taking th

Hello Dear Readers, Forward: It has been suggested by some of my readers that I take too long to get the meat of a story.  So it's my aim to remedy that.  I'm going to try a change in format. Gemma, Vic, Otto, and I stood aghast, with our mouths open.  Our breath steamed out into the cold night air. Otto is Gemma’s mother's cousin's son.  He stood next to us, hands in his pockets and black hair pulled back.  He spent several years homeless and this was one of the regular places he had slept.  He got better though.  He was our guide for the evening.  He said he could introduce us to Horatio Grey. We were surrounded by an abandoned trainyard that used to service the Newton Manufacturing Company before it switched to delivery trucks.  When train station went out of business and it was left rust.  We stood surrounded by the hulks of rusting train cars, crumbling concrete buildings, and warped rails. And one ghost.  He wore a long shabby coat and was digging ar