She was found on a high antique shop shelf, tucked behind cracked teacups and chipped picture frames. With her vintage habit, enigmatic smile, and aura of enchantment, she seemed like the perfect candidate for the Haunted Doll Award we present at our popular Winter Hauntings ghost story award ceremony.

But Sister B had other plans.

Before a night was up, she’d made herself at home, pattering through the boat on plastic toes, scribbling herself into podcast crib notes, perching near manuscripts with a red pen in hand, whispering inspiration at odd hours. To keep her busy, we’ve put her in charge of our first quarterly publication devoted to local folklore, uncanny wonder, weird tales, and stories that sprout like toadstools in forgotten corners. Welcome to Sis B Zines.