jeezums hache cripes! what the hell is that thing?
Not for the faint of heart. Images Included.
I've seen a few things in my life. But everything else pales in comparison to this thing.
I've had my run-in with "legendary," "imaginary," "epic," and/or "Hybrid Mutant" beings before... When I was about knee-high to a grasshopper (actually, i was like 10; that'd be one huge friggin' grasshopper). Irregardless, I was visiting some relatives in beautiful Steven's Point Wisconsin. The adults went out to do what adults do: The women went to do arts and crafts at an aunts house, the men went to the bar. I stayed home with my older cousin, Raffe. I swear to God, his name is Raffe. Raffe was older and wiser; he was nearly 12.
We started the evening out like normal kids - running around, screaming, shooting each other with plastic guns, antagonizing the 2 dogs, eating everything we weren't supposed to it. Then dusk started in on us. For those of you who know me, you know i don't get scared easily. The same went for me when i was a kid. Haunted Houses, Rollercoasters, the dark, even Richard Simmons - i was level headed and not afraid of anything. Except dolls. but that's a different story for a different time.
For some reason a strage smell settled over the area - a musky, repugnant smell that could only be described as "gross" in ten-year-old venacular. It seemed to sweep in from the cornfields and the forest that lie just beyond. We were no strangers to those woods - just that morning we had picked about a bushel of wild blackberries for Drunken Grandma's Blackberry Pie. But now those woods seemed ominous.
Being small boys, gross smells were nothing new to us, so we kept on playing. Probably harrassing bugs or throwing rotten corn at each other. And that's when we heard the most horrifing sound i've ever heard. It was a high-pitched shriek, lasting a full 10 seconds, and then silence. The kind of silence that is unexpected, because just a few moments earlier that plot of land in Wisconsin was alive with the sounds of a summer evening. After that sound - nothing. No birds, no crickets, no wind waving oaks and birches. Nothing. Its that Nothing that haunts my dreams to this day. I don't recall if i dropped the stick i was pretending to shoot Raffe with, or if i clutched it tighter. Either way we stood frozen for about a half a minute, and then it shrieked again. This time it was followed by two higher-pitched shrieks - that of two pre-adolescent boys running for their dear lives into the house.
We turned on every light in the house. Raffe explained he's heard every sound in that woods before, and that sound was nothing he had every experienced. It wasn't a screech-owl, wolf, person, or any other normal inhabitant of that there woods. This freaked me out even more, but not so much as the 3 time this not-anything-Raffe-knows-about screeched again. This time the dogs went nuts. Hershey and Dakota, their black lab and golden lab, respectively, went nuts. Barking, howling, digging. They looked like they were desperately trying to get out of their cage. And not to attack this thing and save our little boy asses us, but to run for the hills themselves. We hunkered down. we called Aunt Debbie (who lived in New York, but it was the only number we knew). we shat ourselves. The shrieking was like broken clockwork. ABOUT every 45 seconds we'd hear the sound again, and it lasted ABOUT 10 seconds per sound.
Problem? It was getting LOUDER. which probably ment it was CLOSER. it seemed to come from the woods behind the house, meander halfway through the cornfield, then turn, exit the side of the cornfield, go behind the abandoned silos, and head for the woods that left only a 45 yard patch of open land between the cover of the forest and the house. It continued like this for about 20 minutes. closer, and closer. the dogs now cowered in their makeshift plywood doghouses inside their chain-link pens, whimpering every so often. Thanks, dogs.
When "it" reached the closest part of the forest to the house we could hear limbs breaking. Like big sized cracks. This sound could in no way have come from a machine, yet the cracking, rustling sounds that penetrated the eerie silence between shrieks seemed deafening; like a steam-powered AT-AT.
THEN I SWEAR I SAW SOMETHING. You can ask Raffe, because he saw it to. I would bet my life that i saw a huge yeti-shaped figure looming in the woods just beyond the fence. Maybe my excitement got the best of me, but i would guesstimate that when i saw a 5 foot mound of something i couldn't make out move about and then stand fully to an 8 foot mound, i screamed like a little schoolgirl. Frozen with fear was no longer an option. Raffe and i sprang up, checked the locks on the doors, and now turned OFF everything in the house. "Maybe its attracted to light." was our 10-and-12-year-old reasoning. Now, crouched in a corner of the kitchen, in the dark, holding onto a radio/flashlight that would only play static, we hid. It shrieked, and we covered each others mouths. We nearly cried.
then we got brave, got t-ball bats, beat the shit outta the beast, pulled off his mask and exclaimed "Old Man Druthers?! It was YOU who was haunting the amusement park." To which he answered "And i would have got away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!" We stayed like that as the sounds seemed to move away, getting more and more faint and eventually disappearing. They seemed to continue after they were gone, kinda like when you take that hearing test in grade school and you raise your hand when there's no sound at all. I hated those tests.
About an hour and a half after the whole ordeal started, the women arrived home. Apparently sweet Aunt Debbie in New York called Aunt Denise and told her what was going on. They found us in the kitchen bloodied and dea... i mean, hiding in the corner. They didn't believe us. The Men, on the other hand, believed us when they got HOME from the bar... but upon sobering up the next day they dismissed our story as letting our imagination get the best of us. We went into those woods before i left Wisconsin. I saw the broken limbs. I could smell a faint hint of that "gross"ness. Something was there. Something was Watching us. And that's the way it was.
I tell you this story because i have PICTURES... of another story. Some "hybrid mutant" has been terrorizing Maine Communities for some time now - the damn thing killed a rotty, a doberman, and countless other animals. Nobody believed THESE PEOPLE, either, until the beast was hit by a car and its carcass was found on the side of the road. I give you, the... whatever the hell this is.
That's the things effing HEAD
And that's the things effing BODY
Holy hell, what is it? even the AP and Fox News doesn't know. All i know is yesterday somebody found this thing, took these pictures, and this is all we have left of whatever the hell it is. The report says that vultures came in and ate a good portion of the carcass, so not much is left of what's in the photos, but you can bet your sweet sweet ass it was probably the pet of whatever stalked my cousin and I that fateful night, so many moons ago.
I've seen a few things in my life. But everything else pales in comparison to this thing.
I've had my run-in with "legendary," "imaginary," "epic," and/or "Hybrid Mutant" beings before... When I was about knee-high to a grasshopper (actually, i was like 10; that'd be one huge friggin' grasshopper). Irregardless, I was visiting some relatives in beautiful Steven's Point Wisconsin. The adults went out to do what adults do: The women went to do arts and crafts at an aunts house, the men went to the bar. I stayed home with my older cousin, Raffe. I swear to God, his name is Raffe. Raffe was older and wiser; he was nearly 12.
We started the evening out like normal kids - running around, screaming, shooting each other with plastic guns, antagonizing the 2 dogs, eating everything we weren't supposed to it. Then dusk started in on us. For those of you who know me, you know i don't get scared easily. The same went for me when i was a kid. Haunted Houses, Rollercoasters, the dark, even Richard Simmons - i was level headed and not afraid of anything. Except dolls. but that's a different story for a different time.
For some reason a strage smell settled over the area - a musky, repugnant smell that could only be described as "gross" in ten-year-old venacular. It seemed to sweep in from the cornfields and the forest that lie just beyond. We were no strangers to those woods - just that morning we had picked about a bushel of wild blackberries for Drunken Grandma's Blackberry Pie. But now those woods seemed ominous.
Being small boys, gross smells were nothing new to us, so we kept on playing. Probably harrassing bugs or throwing rotten corn at each other. And that's when we heard the most horrifing sound i've ever heard. It was a high-pitched shriek, lasting a full 10 seconds, and then silence. The kind of silence that is unexpected, because just a few moments earlier that plot of land in Wisconsin was alive with the sounds of a summer evening. After that sound - nothing. No birds, no crickets, no wind waving oaks and birches. Nothing. Its that Nothing that haunts my dreams to this day. I don't recall if i dropped the stick i was pretending to shoot Raffe with, or if i clutched it tighter. Either way we stood frozen for about a half a minute, and then it shrieked again. This time it was followed by two higher-pitched shrieks - that of two pre-adolescent boys running for their dear lives into the house.
We turned on every light in the house. Raffe explained he's heard every sound in that woods before, and that sound was nothing he had every experienced. It wasn't a screech-owl, wolf, person, or any other normal inhabitant of that there woods. This freaked me out even more, but not so much as the 3 time this not-anything-Raffe-knows-about screeched again. This time the dogs went nuts. Hershey and Dakota, their black lab and golden lab, respectively, went nuts. Barking, howling, digging. They looked like they were desperately trying to get out of their cage. And not to attack this thing and save our little boy asses us, but to run for the hills themselves. We hunkered down. we called Aunt Debbie (who lived in New York, but it was the only number we knew). we shat ourselves. The shrieking was like broken clockwork. ABOUT every 45 seconds we'd hear the sound again, and it lasted ABOUT 10 seconds per sound.
Problem? It was getting LOUDER. which probably ment it was CLOSER. it seemed to come from the woods behind the house, meander halfway through the cornfield, then turn, exit the side of the cornfield, go behind the abandoned silos, and head for the woods that left only a 45 yard patch of open land between the cover of the forest and the house. It continued like this for about 20 minutes. closer, and closer. the dogs now cowered in their makeshift plywood doghouses inside their chain-link pens, whimpering every so often. Thanks, dogs.
When "it" reached the closest part of the forest to the house we could hear limbs breaking. Like big sized cracks. This sound could in no way have come from a machine, yet the cracking, rustling sounds that penetrated the eerie silence between shrieks seemed deafening; like a steam-powered AT-AT.
THEN I SWEAR I SAW SOMETHING. You can ask Raffe, because he saw it to. I would bet my life that i saw a huge yeti-shaped figure looming in the woods just beyond the fence. Maybe my excitement got the best of me, but i would guesstimate that when i saw a 5 foot mound of something i couldn't make out move about and then stand fully to an 8 foot mound, i screamed like a little schoolgirl. Frozen with fear was no longer an option. Raffe and i sprang up, checked the locks on the doors, and now turned OFF everything in the house. "Maybe its attracted to light." was our 10-and-12-year-old reasoning. Now, crouched in a corner of the kitchen, in the dark, holding onto a radio/flashlight that would only play static, we hid. It shrieked, and we covered each others mouths. We nearly cried.
then we got brave, got t-ball bats, beat the shit outta the beast, pulled off his mask and exclaimed "Old Man Druthers?! It was YOU who was haunting the amusement park." To which he answered "And i would have got away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!" We stayed like that as the sounds seemed to move away, getting more and more faint and eventually disappearing. They seemed to continue after they were gone, kinda like when you take that hearing test in grade school and you raise your hand when there's no sound at all. I hated those tests.
About an hour and a half after the whole ordeal started, the women arrived home. Apparently sweet Aunt Debbie in New York called Aunt Denise and told her what was going on. They found us in the kitchen bloodied and dea... i mean, hiding in the corner. They didn't believe us. The Men, on the other hand, believed us when they got HOME from the bar... but upon sobering up the next day they dismissed our story as letting our imagination get the best of us. We went into those woods before i left Wisconsin. I saw the broken limbs. I could smell a faint hint of that "gross"ness. Something was there. Something was Watching us. And that's the way it was.
I tell you this story because i have PICTURES... of another story. Some "hybrid mutant" has been terrorizing Maine Communities for some time now - the damn thing killed a rotty, a doberman, and countless other animals. Nobody believed THESE PEOPLE, either, until the beast was hit by a car and its carcass was found on the side of the road. I give you, the... whatever the hell this is.
That's the things effing HEAD
And that's the things effing BODY
Holy hell, what is it? even the AP and Fox News doesn't know. All i know is yesterday somebody found this thing, took these pictures, and this is all we have left of whatever the hell it is. The report says that vultures came in and ate a good portion of the carcass, so not much is left of what's in the photos, but you can bet your sweet sweet ass it was probably the pet of whatever stalked my cousin and I that fateful night, so many moons ago.