Well… I Guess I’m Starting a Blog Today
Well… here we are.
Apparently I’m starting a blog today.
No grand declaration. Just me staring at the screen thinking,
“Okay.. what exactly do people talk about on these?”
Books?
Writing?
Is that boring? Existential dread? (We’ll keep that one optional.)
So instead, I’m doing what I do best: rambling with purpose.
Folklore, Cryptids, Legends
We all have stories about creatures or legends here we live, I have always found them enchanting and a little scary, but. that’s coming from someone who is still affraid to have their feet off the bed at night and awake keeps a light on! One of the funny things about folklore is that it refuses to stay in the past, these creatures move through the years with us.. new sightings or feelings.. keeping them alive and ready to discover - either on accident or purpose.
You notice how many legends survive because they explain things we still don’t have answers for.
And Then There Are Ghost Towns…
Ghost towns always fascinate me, they look quiet, but they’re never really empty. Places remember things. They just… stop talking out loud.
I read once that many ghost towns didn’t die because everyone left at once. They faded gradually, like someone turning down a dimmer switch.
A factory closes.
A railroad reroutes.
A storm, a drought, a bad year and suddenly “temporary” feels permanent.
And somehow, the buildings still stand there like… “We had plans, you know.”
Humans move on, but the structures stay behind holding the memories.
Folklore + Ghost Towns = Trouble (The Curious Kind)
Here’s where it gets interesting:
Folklore fills the silence.
When a town empties, people start inventing explanations. Sometimes practical -sometimes… less so.
strange lights
unexplained noises
“someone heard something”
“someone saw something”
nobody wants to talk about it
Suddenly your abandoned mining camp has a full cast of spirits, shadow figures, mysterious ladies in white, and that one house nobody sensible goes near.
Which raises the question:
Were the stories created because the town died…
or did the stories exist before and simply outlive everyone?
Folklore loves that space in between.
Anyway… Welcome to the Blog
So that’s my first post:.. I started with “I have no idea what to say”.
I’ll probably talk about writing, folklore, music, cryptids, and whatever else decides it wants attention. Consider this your unofficial invite back.
Yours,
April May
