Just brief 'stories' perhaps even an attempt at a poem in the future for this thread. No proofreading though. Grammar might be lacking.

The ships sailed heading for the northwest passage, the family plot all bore the same year of death, I am sure there are more examples but the width and gait of the mouth of time has surely swallowed them up. Very odd that a man’s capacities should be overtaken by something that which science and general know how, cannot explain. Science may be and certainly was an archaic form of spell craft, but something that floats in the air and burrows beneath the earth seems to have a better grasp of the generalities that rule our pleasant, yet sometimes temperamental earth. These shadows of the woods, these unexplainable noises in the night as the mind attempts to pacify itself, only to be interrupted by an unknown fear. History will tell us that the deep wood and the savages who dwelled within them were conquered as were the territories to the west of the new arrivals. But do they still linger? Can science disprove an opinion based on a memory seen with eyes or heard with ears much like that on a head of science? The wooded areas may have been cleared for civilization, the savages have been tamed and put out to pasture, but what did they leave behind? There is something unknown and unknowable to those who disbelieve in what they do not understand. To look back and truly see is a difficult thing. But unexplainable things shall always be present as long as there are curious minds to note that at least there might be something lurking in the fog of time. What is on the cool winds of the hibernation months that will cause goose bumps on skin that feels no cold? What casts steady gazes at your back when you are alone and unable to turn around to see it? Tricks of the mind? Can a well-educated and well-grounded mind be unsettled by that which it learned a long time ago was just an illusion or a subconscious fear that best be let alone? We can blame it on superstition. We can blame it on youth and inexperience. Or, we can perhaps follow the source of the breeze, turn ourselves around and take a long, deep gaze at the shadows in the corner of our empty rooms. People enjoy a fictional, controllable fear. The unknowns however, settle in the marrow and cause a shiver that no amount of heat can subdue. It is like the icy gaze of malevolence gazing deep into your soul and you cannot look back to see its mood. Is it malevolent? Probably not, but fear can out dictate ration thinking. What is to become of this unsettled mass of unknown unknowables? As science advances beyond our world to places only deep minds can even fathom, what shall they find there? It does make one wonder, but not for too long for ration and the reasoning behind it shall always silence the speech of the silent.