Seven accounts of something very large and apparently very deliberate. It copies whistles in the dark. It follows people home through city parks at ten-thirty on a Tuesday. It steals a deer from a hunter mid-field, drags it into the trees like a correction, and leaves the man's orange hat tucked under a strip of freshly peeled bark as a parting thought.

The mythology insists Bigfoot is elusive. The archive disagrees.

A collection of firsthand encounters from people who are still not entirely sure what they saw — and who are managing, with varying success, not to think about it too hard.

A confident young man volunteers to spend the night in Lorraine Castle's infamous Red Room. He has candles, rationalism, and twenty-eight years of never having seen a ghost. The castle's ancient custodians warn him — politely, repeatedly, with the patience of people who have stopped arguing — that this particular night is not the night for it. He goes anyway.

H.G. Wells' classic tale of a man who goes looking for a ghost and finds the machinery that makes them.

A broke college student buys a secondhand refrigerator for sixty dollars. The seller is cryptic, sunglasses-indoors calm, and not quite making eye contact — because he can't. His parting advice: don't go looking for the little guy.

She looks.

An original horror story about the thing your dad warned you was inside the fridge, the company that put it there, and the moment you realize you're not the first person to pass this problem along.