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Welcome heathens welcome to the world of the weird and unexplained. I’m your host, Nicole Delacroix and together, we will be investigating stories about the things that go bump in the night, frighteningly imagined creatures, supernatural beings and even some unsolved mysteries and all sorts of weirdness. So, sit back, grab your favorite drink, and prepare to be transported to today’s dark Enigma….
And on today’s Dark enigma well, this time I have a suggestion from a family member – who happens to live in Canada, so it’s about Canada! So, with that said, we will still be playing our drinking game and as you know, the drinking game is only for those of us that are at home and have nowhere else to go tonight. The choice of libation, as always my darlings, is yours, so choose your poison accordingly… Alright, now for the game part how about every time I say Island that will be a single shot and every time I say time , that will be a double shot. Now that the business end is out of the way we can jump headfirst into today’s dark enigma… so don…your best Hockey Jersey, and grab some maple syrup, shit, I don’t know what Canada is famous for, just nice people and healthcare…ok Let’s jump into Today’s Dark Enigma and The Mysteries of Deadman’s Island
Is there a point when a place can be so saturated with suffering and violence that this anguish somehow possesses it? I don’t necessarily mean with ghosts and goblins, but with images, impressions, and textures gleaned from an evil past that have permeated a place to the point where these become palpable textures within our reality, like images of light imprinted onto film or voices on a tape. I have often pondered this when looking at locations of ruthless history that have, for whatever reasons, become inextricably linked to weirdness and the unexplained. Is human folklore and superstition more than enough to make this so, or are there some forces which we have yet to understand allowing blackened, vile history to make its mark upon our world, allowing these atrocities to come back and haunt us as surely as the image of a dead loved one can?
