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I first heard about this beast from a Tlingit ex-girlfriend more than two decades ago. The way she said the name — Gonakadet — cracked like a rifle shot in my skull. The Sea-Wolf . Half-myth, half-mammal, and all hunger. Her story still bubbles up from the subconscious like something dragged through the dream-silt of my brain. Most memories sink back into the mire, but this one claws up and refuses to let go. You don’t shake the Sea-Wolf; the Sea-Wolf shakes you. The Girl and the Gray Dog-Sharks She told me about standing on the shores of Lake Iliamna as a little girl, when the water was flat as glass. Then came the wakes — five, six of them, cutting across the surface, converging like missiles on her position. At first she thought they were seals. Cute, clumsy, oversized seals. Then the truth surfaced: gray dog-sharks, spotted hides, eyes full of hate. “If I’d been in the water,” she said, “they would have torn me to pieces.” She never touched Iliamna again. Haunted her whole l...

  Kevin Wikse — when the Men in Black arrive, the conversation is already over. 9/30/2025 Update Originally written in 2017 , my experimental, semi-fictionalized work American Horror: Kevin Wikse vs. The Men in Black has since surpassed two million reads . The piece was never intended to be comfortable. It was written to document an encounter I experienced with individuals I believe were Men in Black, somewhere between Idaho and California—an encounter that emerged from my association with ufologist Phil Schneider , circumstances surrounding his death, and a classified project I was invited to observe. The work resonated because it was not speculative horror. It was proximity. While certain elements of the narrative were deliberately stylized, the core events were not imagined. There are factual components of that encounter which did occur and permanently altered my understanding of power, enforcement, and consequence. To my knowledge, I remain the only individual to hav...