Sightings

Spiffo Sightings Reported Across the County

Survivors keep seeing Spiffo standing at the edge of the light at night. Nobody has got close enough to see who's inside.

By the Rebel News county desk. Knox Country, Wednesday 20 April 1994. 1 min read.

Night, through a cracked kitchen window over a dark sink: on a wet empty street in thin red mist, a figure in a full orange raccoon mascot costume with a white-cheeked grinning head and a ringed tail stands perfectly still under a lone streetlight, facing the window, a mailbox and a car under a tarp nearby and bare trees behind. — He was gone before the shutter closed. Rebel News picture desk

KNOX COUNTRY. Everybody has a Spiffo story now. You're out late with the mist down, you look up from a kitchen drawer, and there he is at the edge of the light. Orange fur, white cheeks, the ringed tail and that big daft grin, standing dead still and facing you.

He doesn't wave and he doesn't walk. Take a few steps toward him and he's gone, and by sunrise there's nothing left of him at all. No prints in the mud, no fur on the fence.

The suit

Spiffo's fed half of Kentucky, and somewhere along the line every one of those mascots had a teenager sweating inside the head. Somebody is still wearing one. We'd love to know who, and we'd love to know why he only ever stands where you'll see him.

The map

He's been spotted from the Louisville towers to the Rosewood fence, on farm roads and at the edge of town, always at night and always alone.

Don't follow him into the trees. Whatever is under that grin has been out there a long time, and it picked you to look at. Seen him? Shout where in global chat. We'll be up.