The strangest things happen from the smallest conversations . . .
The other night I was chatting with a couple of my friends. I should say Gurls, but that makes me sound too much like a hipster, neh? Anyway, the chatting was kind of free-flowing, nothing in particular, and I was sort of working on some editing at the time as well, so I was popping in and out of the chat.
One of the women lives in Alaska, but given her location she can’t see Russia from her back poach. She was making a joke, more or less, about the other woman in the conversation and me coming up to visit. My other friend isn’t much for the wilderness, but me? I can be at home in the country and the city. It’s the people who make it kinda scary at times, you know?
We chatted, and the subject of abandoned buildings came up. Specifically, the subject of abandoned buildings that are haunted. Our Alaskan Connection mentioned that where she lives there are plenty of places that are suppose to be haunted, because–it’s Alaska, and there were a lot of violent deaths. Gunshots, knifing, sickness, freezing, being eaten by a bear . . . it’s all there. Read the story, To Build a Fire, by Jack London, and you get an idea of one of the many ways one can check out while in The Great White North.
It was when there was a pause in the general banter that the person I know the best of the two women says, “Cassidy should write a story about this.”
That’s about the only thing I need to get an idea rolling.
Long time ago I read the story, Cabal, by Clive Barker. What I liked best about the story–besides all the strange creepiness that was going on–was the location of the story. The secret town of Median was somewhere in northern Alberta, Canada, way the hell out in the middle of nowhere. I loved that remoteness, the feeling that with so few people around you could do just about anything and not worry about repercussions–and at the same time, there could be all manners of spooky-ass things lying in way for some innocent travelers.
I’ve used Google Maps to look at a lot of things in the northern regions of North America. There are some interesting things to see if you spend the time looking. I’ve found roads where you wouldn’t expect them, towns that you didn’t know existed, abandoned structures that have been there for almost a century, and huge open pit mines in the Northwest Territory. (If you want to find those. find Yellowknife in the NWT, then move over to the right and locate the islands of Great Slave Lake. About one hundred kilometers of that you’ll see Lac de Gras. Zoom in a little and you’ll see some bright areas about ten, fifteen kilometers north, close to Ursula Lake. Zoom in and you’ll see the mines. Make sure you follow the roads and locate all four)
There’s a story here. It would take some research to learn more about the area, and about the general idea I have bouncing about in my head, but it can be written. I joked last night about doing it as my NaNo Story, but that’s not possible, because the idea is too nebulous at the moment, and I’m keyed on something else right now.
But three women investigating an abandoned hotel in Alaska? Yeah, that’s something I can do, something I might even make frightening.
And no one would run upstairs to take a shower.