The Skinner Co. Network

Tonight, a new friend brings a fresh perspective on an old enemy.

In which Skinner Co. dodges carnies.

In which Skinner Co. returns to too-familiar territory

In which Skinner Co. discovers it's raining men.

In which Skinner Co. knocks on wood during an Irish ghost story

In which Skinner Co. starts unexpectedly strong

There is more to be told of Tekimak, and we may return at some future date, but, as the dog days of summer slip away, let us for now close Bill’s notes with one final tale.

Not long after his arrival, Bill was told of a small cabin residing in a forest clearing a half-day’s walk - if you knew the way - north of town.

He’s getting to be an old man now, but perhaps you will have the opportunity to meet him during your stay.

Bill, born and raised in the city, found the insect population of Tekimak to be ever-present: His notes are dotted with complaints about the mosquitoes, and at least one evening around a fire was cut short by a swarm of horse flies, yet it is the folklore surrounding spiders where Bill found his own personal experience most diverged from the local understanding.