Aaronson, Adam A. A homestead Primer. Self-Published. Maine: Portland, 1889. Print.
An interesting late 19th century work detailing many of the little tasks that, to our modern sensibilities, are intrinsic to transforming a house into a home. The author discusses many of the less-than-trivial tasks that have become mundane to us, such as managing finances, arranging renovations, acquiring materials and the importance of maintaining a correspondence with both distant neighbours and rarely-received family. Additionally, he makes several interesting observations about modernization and the importance of making ones home ‘readily available for the reception of the irrepressible march of the tomorrow.’ At it’s core, however, this book remains a text about transforming a drafty house into a warm household with a minimum of false-starts and aggravation.
Aaronson, Adam A. Brick and Mortar: Making a House a Home. Self-Published. Maine: Portland, 1892. Print.
An interesting text in which the author exhorts the reader to make considerate observations on the character of the home and it’s many former occupants before commencing, willy-nilly, on broad remodelling projects that could transform the fundamentally important character of a home into something less a welcome environment and into something cold and unfeeling. He spends many chapters tasking the reader with everything from examining the hows and whys of a choice of wallpaper to the mathematical considerations involved with window placement. Ultimately the text avoids resolution or summary as to the actual constituent elements of what a ‘home’ is. Despite this shortcoming, it is replete with numerous anecdotal observations about Porter, Maine and the residents who dwell in this interesting corner of New England. The most interesting tale involves a visit he made to one of his neighbours, ending rather unceremoniously with both him and his neighbour imbibing a rather generous quantity of basement moonshine.
Aaronson, Adam A. Black Grass Gardening. Self-Published. Maine: Portland, 1899. Print.
An interesting un-treatise on gardening, more concerned with clearing land, removing unwanted flora and the means of dealing with incipient mould growth in dark, damp and hard-to-access areas of a house. Especially interesting for the characterization placed on the land as an opponent to be overcome with hard work and chemical assistance, describing it as ‘obstinate and unwelcome; a guest knowingly overstaying his welcome despite energetic protestations to the contrary.’ Sadly, it remains an unfinished work, ending after a scant 140 pages and is clearly written with a draft mentality. Very little of the advice given actually materializes into useable knowledge, instead detouring into venomous diatribes against the unwelcome Maine damp and cold, the inescapable taste of salt on everything, despite the position of Porter several hundred miles inland.
Aaronson, Adam A. The Cold Forest Trilogy. Westeros Publishing. Maine: Portland, 1898. Print.
A too-late aborted trilogy of romance novels begun in 1896 that end abruptly near the end of 1898. A beautiful local woman who captivates the gentleman main character with her beauty but bewitches him, and twists his love of her into monstrous possessiveness. He slowly comes to see her beauty as a curse, her chains of love binding him, trapping him in this unwelcome homestead. Shackles of affection compel the main character to stay in Porter and, despite her genuine feelings of love for his handsome countenance, he kills her and buries her in the most distant corner of the woods. The final book remains unfinished; as the main character begins to succumb to his crumbling sanity and question his role as the town physician the book ends mid-sentence as he plunges headlong into the woods, howling madly.
Dunwich, Chester. “Dark Skies in Porter.” Porter Herald 29 July. 1903. A1+. Print.
A newspaper article written by a local reporter documenting the unusual goings-on in the region as relating to the weather, rumblings from the local sewers, and other miscellany of news reportage over the month of July in the year of 1943. While much of it can be attributed to a bout of unseasonal summer storms, there remains a few choice events that, despite being an educated man, Chester simply leaves as ‘inexplicable acts of god’ as those acts relating to the flocking of birds and exceptionally high instances of miscarriage in the local region.
Dunwich, Chester. “Howling for Blood.” Porter Herald 29 July. 1905. A1+. Print.
A news article written in July of 1905 describing the unusual actions of local dogs reported upon by many of their owners and visitors to the town. Some of the uncharacteristic canine activities include packs of dogs simply gathering in the middle of the road and staring at passers-by, continuous nocturnal howling and the uncharacteristic slaughtering of fenced food animals. It remained a marginalized occurrence until it came to light at a general assembly in a nearby town that the citizenry of porter had killed every dog within the city limits after a particularly violent altercation between some citizens of repute. Despite the severity of the account, evidence remains anecdotal and no records remain within the town of Porter itself.
Dunwich, Chester. “Tragedy in White.” Porter Herald 29 July. 1908. A1+. Print.
The final article written by this particular author on a variety of subjects related to the goings-on in Porter but primarily concerned with the sudden and inexplicable rash of stillborn children between January and June 1908. A series of interviews with local utilities workers, teachers and council officials reveals little save a shared opinion that the local water supply must be to blame. An investigation revealed that there was some groundwater leakage from an older homestead which had lay empty for some years. Some renovations on the house, the old Aaronson estate, returned the house to a liveable state and cleared up some leakage into the water table from outdated pipes.
Dwight, Hammond. “My Dear Friend…” Letter. 1911. Print.
A missive written to a university correspondence from a retired gentleman who moved into the Aaronson estate shortly after becoming available for purchase after a series of short ownerships. In it, the author discusses primarily the oppressive winter cold and the humidity in the summer with oblique references to the unwelcome reception from the locals. He recants a story about how his faithful irish wolfhound went missing and, upon investigation, discovered that there were no dogs within the township whatsoever. He ends with an unusual moment at home wherein he peered out his window one evening and saw the glow of dozens of eyes from the edge of his carelessly-cleared property late one evening. They simply stared up at him and he at they until the sun set and they returned to the woods. He details his feelings of apprehension and announces his desire to return to New York State at the earliest possible convenience.
Everett, Lucas. “Unwelcome Influence.” The Bugle, 15 July. 1931. A1+. Print.
A news article written from neighbouring town Parsonfield discussing and investigating the erratic behaviours exhibited by adolescents in both towns and their uncharacteristic activities for wholesome, christian-born children. Numerous accounts of animal cruelty and vandalism are outlined which culminate on the cult-like slaughter of Helena Cressley, whose remains were arranged in a semi-circular fashion in front of the local church. A local teen, Walter Prescott, was discovered floundering in three inches of blood in a nearby sewer opening, speaking in tongues. While some of the facts have been corroborated, much of it remains beyond belief and unconfirmed rumour.
Jackson, Adon “Unusual Circumstances…” Letter. June 27, 1951. Print.
A letter written by a travelling salesman to his head office while making the rounds through rural Maine. While the majority of the content is unimportant, there is a brief paragraph detailing a night spent in Porter and the frigid reception at the bed and Breakfast he stayed at. The bed and breakfast, situated in the woods away from town, made for a poor nights sleep as uncharacteristic noises filtered through the walls from the forest. The letter was sent in June, and he disappeared in July.
Parish, Amanda. Second Americana. Random House. Maine: Portland, 1989. Print.
A collection of anecdotes revolving around unexplained phenomena in the state of Maine, often involving Porter and the surrounding region. While much of the book is assembled from interviews with third-hand sources, there are a series of compelling stories told by a handful of former residents who survived the ignition of the coal-vein beneath the town from a mining incident some miles away. Despite the numerous fatalities related to respiratory failure, the subjects seem unconcerned with the potential dangers or their property and more concerned with ensuring the safety of particular properties in the woods. One interview pulled an excellent quote, “[t]hey knew what they were doing, they just didn’t do the job good ‘nough.”
Smith, Raymond. Totems, Symbols, and Figures of Three: Supernatural Happenings and Interpretations. Self-Published. Maine: Portland, 2011. Print.
A poorly edited book discussing mystical happenings across the world and analyzing each one from a mathematical perspective. Otherwise a worthless text, save for a brief aside on the chapter titled, Unnatural Disasters. “While the mining accident has rendered most of the region uninhabitable for the foreseen future, there have been people living consistently within the borders of Porter, Maine. Facing severe health issues, authorities have attempted to remove them by force but often suffer an unusual number of casualties in the attempt. The last such incursion took place in 2007 when an armed force of 75 health workers and national guardsmen entered the township before a collapse claimed the lives of 20. After a token effort, the rest evacuated themselves citing ‘dangerous conditions.'”
Zohar, Ezekiel. “Sinners and beasts!” Letter. July 27, 1800. Print.
Discovered in the rubble of an old piece of property, this letter was written on a roll of leather with the lettering tattooed in. A dissertation on the evils inside, the demon that possesses and claims and steers our souls. it haunts and leads, and follows, and condemns us and escape isn’t in flames. There are no flames, just the slow, growing cold that chills us and holds us still. His teeth puncture from our chests after we fall, we have no fight left, we die, he eats. I feel his teeth even now, sharp and small.
Zohar, Ezekiel. “Time is no protection…” Letter. July 30, 1800. Print.
The cold comes at night, sinking into our bodies, our bones. The sun doesn’t chase it away, the light of god only deepens the shadows and casts more where hope used to dwell. A winter in the dead heat of July, the scraping, bleeding, pus-filled sores drip down and take life with them. I see the faces, the eyes, in the frost on my window lit by a waning moon. I ran my fingers over the letters and books and what was spelled out but I couldn’t read.
Zohar, Ezekiel. “Winter is here.” Dream.
I can’t close my eyes, I can’t look away. Frozen open,staring, staring, staring. The first and last, the beginning and the end. I closed this away, took out the letter opener on my desk, and slid it slowly, carefully, into my eye. Blood ran down my face as it popped and clear cascading liquids mixed with thick, viscous blood. Foaming spittle on my lips, soundless screams I pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and p