In which Skinner Co. gets invited to Da Club

In which Skinner Co. is in league with the devil

In which Skinner Co. seeks out a particular flavour

In which Skinner Co. scratches a particular itch

Alrighty then.

In which Skinner Co. encounters the devil they know

In which Skinner Co. can't find 10 things they hate about the view.

In which Skinner Co. is on the lookout for the ghost of Bill Murray

In which Skinner Co. enters another haunted house

In which Skinner Co. is haunted by the Dubyah Dubyah Two.

Tonight, a new friend brings a fresh perspective on an old enemy.

In which Skinner Co. dodges carnies.

In which Skinner Co. returns to too-familiar territory

In which Skinner Co. discovers it's raining men.

In which Skinner Co. knocks on wood during an Irish ghost story

In which Skinner Co. starts unexpectedly strong

There is more to be told of Tekimak, and we may return at some future date, but, as the dog days of summer slip away, let us for now close Bill’s notes with one final tale.

Not long after his arrival, Bill was told of a small cabin residing in a forest clearing a half-day’s walk - if you knew the way - north of town.

He’s getting to be an old man now, but perhaps you will have the opportunity to meet him during your stay.

Bill, born and raised in the city, found the insect population of Tekimak to be ever-present: His notes are dotted with complaints about the mosquitoes, and at least one evening around a fire was cut short by a swarm of horse flies, yet it is the folklore surrounding spiders where Bill found his own personal experience most diverged from the local understanding.

Bill’s scrawls refer to The Night Owl as a cousin of The Confused Stranger, likely due to some of the legends’ shared traits.

One warm spring evening, a man named Hezen was sneaking a cup of corn whiskey...

The story goes that there once was a town residing on the northern shore of Lake Tekiming, the hamlet of Tekimak.

Tonight: One good turn deserves another.

Tonight, an unexpected voice.

Tonight, Mulligan Smith, former private investigator, walks with death.

In which Jurd nearly gets in the  fist fight in the parking lot of the local liqour store.

Is this a true story? Mostly no, but also yes.

Tonight, the Coffin makes a new friend and encounters a familiar face.

Tonight, Bunny Davis, the Coffin, considers answers in search of the right question.