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In the last installment of this series, I talked about the foyson diet- about freshness as a measurable biochemical state, about the biogenic amines that accumulate in food as it ages and how those compounds degrade the very essence that nonhuman peoples appear to seek, and about salt, that ancient ward, and the way it preserves cellular integrity at a level most of us never think about when we reach for the shaker. If you haven't read "The Foyson Diet" yet, I'd encourage you

I'd like to introduce some perhaps leading edge science, nutrition and folklore connections, and I think a gentle, relatable way to do that might be by explaining how and why I discovered them. So.. My body runs on a very short list. Fresh red beef, cooked as little as I can get away with. Fresh eggs, fresh butter, fresh whole milk. Every single day, without fail, or things go wrong quickly and measurably. The beef has to be red and it has to be recent, not aged, not cured, n

A lifetime of sensing unseen energies led to measurable proof: a body that pulls in the essence of others, nourishing or draining depending on what it encounters.

My husband and I had just walked into Walmart, near the produce section, and I felt someone staring at me. Hard. I looked up, thinking I was imagining it, and locked eyes with a man I knew immediately was not human. Artemaeus was already gone. He was laser focused on getting his dinner ingredients, hellbent on alfredo, rushing towards dairy without a backward glance. The lights overhead were bright and cold. The A/C in Florida is legendary most of the year because of our

I was standing at my kitchen counter several years ago with two mixing bowls, a notebook full of failed ratios, and a problem I could not solve. The problem was powder. Specifically, the fine, chalky film that coats most commercially flavored teas when natural flavoring agents - particularly cream and butter elements - are introduced to loose leaf blends. Anyone who has ever brewed a cup of something lovely from a grocery store shelf and noticed that faint, unpleasant residue

Can't See the Forest for the Beings By Tillie Treadwell If you read my last post, you know I promised you a follow up. If you haven't read it yet, I'd encourage you to head back to "Leshy Forget..." before continuing here, because what I'm about to share is a direct continuation of that encounter, and it will make considerably more sense with the full context of who I met in that northern forest in September of 2016, and how that meeting changed the way I think about the wood

As we move into the last phase of Autumn, I find myself in my annual, nostalgic state. Memories of months and years past fill my mind, and I'm grateful to have this online space, which allows me to write some of them down to share with you. Lately, I've been recalling fondly my experience with a person that research reveals would likely best be known in our society as the Leshy- have you heard of him? According to Russian, Appalachian and other folklore, the Leshy is a woodla

Hello, Eerie Expeditioners! You may have read some of my contributions to the pages of the magazine recently, and now that I've been...

My two favorites from this town were of Hank Williams, who played the opening of a hardware store in town, according to the plaque that accompanied the mural. I also learned on the spot that Eddie Kendricks of the Temptations was from Union Springs. While taking photos, someone emerged from my destination, funny enough.

I became a spooky traveler not through some childhood fascination with ghosts or a late-night horror binge, but through an uneasy encounter at a roadside motel in Pennsylvania.

The Black Powder Tavern is named in homage to the building's origins, dating back to 1746, as indicated by a plaque outside the restaurant. According to the plaque, former owner Friedrich Wilhelm von Stueben stored black powder in the basement during the Revolutionary War.

Eerie Expeditions Magazine is more than just a publication—we’re passionate about preserving the haunted heritage that fuels paranormal tourism. Through investigative features, historical storytelling, and collaborations with the caretakers of legendary sites, we help amplify the voices and legacies of these extraordinary locations.

In April, I had a dilemma, Traveler. I drove back from an incredible road trip to West Virginia that was nearly perfect. While in almost...

According to hauntedrooms.com, St. Augustine ranks third on their list of the 13 most haunted cities in the United States, due to its age and the poor life expectancy that came from being such an old port town.

Cassadaga, Florida, marks the second spiritualist community I’ve been to, Traveler. The first was Lily Dale, New York, which, to my knowledg

On Valentine’s Day 1929, seven men from Bugs Moran’s gang worked in a garage, unaware that the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre awaited.

(reposted from my Medium , August '23) I can’t escape Edgar Allan Poe, Traveler. It’s my theory that none of us really can. The man is...

Stephen Barcelo doesn't fit in the small town of Littleton, NC, Traveler. A few weeks ago, I found myself in Richmond, VA, on one of my...

When you think of Christmas traditions, images of jolly old Saint Nicholas, warm fireplaces, and festive cheer might come to mind. But in...

Step into a world shrouded in darkness and mystery, where myths intertwine with reality, and the line between the living and the dead blurs.