How creepy do you want it?

The famously eerie tale of nine dead Russian hikers, with all the bizarre details you can handle

Ah, but the occult. The paranormal. The deeply weird, mysterious, unsolvable, disturbing. That can get to me. That has power. A good, deep creep-out, those unknowable things that get under your skin and crawl around and tug at the shirtsleeves of your fears, well, those are the things can last for years. Lifetimes.

I love that. I hate that.

"The Blair Witch Project."

"The Exorcist."

"Picnic at Hanging Rock," another classic

But still, they're just movies. Fiction, mostly. No matter how good they are, they all kneel before the one true god of interminable creepiness: reality.

It's called the Dyatlov Pass Accident.

Oh my God, yes. I stumbled over this delicious tale

that contains all the best elements of a deep, resonant creep-out.

Inexplicable behavior.

Bizarre factoids.

Inconclusive evidence.

Missing body parts.

50 years later,

not a single clue

as to what really happened.