I have a long-standing fascination with Baba Yaga. I first encountered this Eastern European folkloric character at the tender age of seven. There was a hut in the woods near my school which, I was told, was her house. Naturally, this terrified me, but I was an odd child, and thrived on fear. I’m utterly… Continue reading Monday’s Wyrd Findings
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 