NHI Anomalous
Fiction, maybe?

The "what if"
we keep on a separate shelf.

Everywhere else on this site the rule is the same: sources or it didn't happen. This is the one room where we suspend it on purpose. These are stories — occult-thrillers and ancient-astronaut tales built on the bones of real people, real places, and real books, with an invented conspiracy strung between them. The history is accurate; the cosmic horror is not. Each piece says exactly which is which.

Built for the curious, not the credulous — and these are clearly marked as fiction.

The stories

An Elizabethan scholar in a dark study gazing into a glowing obsidian scrying mirror, an angelic child-form taking shape in the glass, a grid of strange letters on the table
Fiction, maybe?

The Angelical Tongue

A speculative occult-thriller. The man, the diaries, the language, and the spy-code are real; the thing on the other end of the line is not. Queen Elizabeth's astrologer — mathematician, navigator, her first '007' — spent seven years writing down a complete language dictated by 'angels,' letter by letter, backwards. This is a story about what happens when you speak it forwards.

A blue-white binary star over a moonlit African escarpment, a faint dark companion star beside it, amphibious robed figures rising from still water below
Fiction, maybe?

The Dark Companion

A speculative occult-thriller. The people, books, and star are real; the signal binding them is not. From a blind cliff-priest in Mali to Aleister Crowley's 'Silver Star,' to the magician who in 1955 named the dark twin of Sirius, to a novelist who thought the Dog Star called him on a July night in 1973 — an 'ancient contact' tale about the one star no naked eye can see.

A tall, pale, almond-eyed figure half-formed from grey-green phosphorescent carvings on the wall of an underground gallery, a bent solar cross glowing in the stone
Fiction, maybe?

The Hyperborean Doctrine

A speculative occult-thriller. The names, places, and books are real; the conspiracy stringing them together is not. An 'ancient astronaut' tale that traces the 'Aryan master race' myth from Blavatsky's Himalayan revelation to the Antarctic ice — and asks what it would mean if the lie had a cosmic-horror origin.

A 1940s pulp magazine editor's desk piled with lurid sci-fi covers and stacks of reader letters, a welding coil glowing, cavern silhouettes and flying discs bleeding through the paper
Fiction, maybe?

The Influencing Machine

A speculative occult-thriller. The welder, the editor, the magazine, and the saucer flap are real; the broadcast under them is not. A factory worker heard voices through a welding coil; a cynical pulp editor printed them as fact; a quarter-million readers wrote back to confirm. Then, weeks after the all-Shaver issue, the flying saucers arrived. A story about the medium as the antenna.