November

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It’s a cold and blowy evening outside. Layers of cloud in luminous grey, the color drained from the landscape.

All day the wind howled or roared. Occasionally, there was a high-pitched whistle from the sky. It made me shiver.

Sometimes I think November is a world of its own.

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The Phantom Arrives Upon A Storm

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An attempt to illustrate a dream I had long ago, described in full here.

I hadn’t drawn anything in a long time but suddenly felt the urge. The mistakes nag at me, but perfectionism is something I need to put aside and anyway I don’t have the energy to do it over.

You Can Call Me Al

Of the many articles I’ve read on the internet, this is one of my favorites. It manages to capture both the true mystery and whacky charm of classic Forteana.

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The story of Albert K. Bender is a fascinating entry in the annals of UFO lore and someone I’ve become intensely interested in lately. Perhaps it’s a sense of kinship. By all accounts, Albert’s interests were macabre and he was a huge fan of horror movies. He decorated his room in his stepfather’s attic with scenes from spooky films and Halloween decorations. Bender delighted in creeping out people who came over with ghost stories and uncomfortable tales about how he “got a real kick” out of removing some dead bodies from the water when he was stationed in Virginia during his service in the Air Force. In so many ways he reminds me of myself in my late teens – wanting to stand out, shock at any costs.

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Bender also had an interest in the occult. While never specifying the name of the works he was studying at the time…

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