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The Mummy with the Gray-Green Fungus: A Guest Entry by Rev. Robin Swope

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In the late 1970s, a cemetery near Pittsburgh had built a new Mausoleum. It had been promised for years and the salesmen eager to make a lucrative commission had pre-sold crypts long before they were available. So many makeshift cement above ground crypts were quickly built for those who had purchased mausoleum spaces and had passed on before they were built.

When the mausoleum was finished it was the job of the gravediggers to disinter the bodies and place them in their new crypts. It was a disgusting and dirty job, for many of the caskets leaked the liquefied remains of the deceased. To make matters worse for the gravediggers, every body had to be physically identified by a mortician who had originally embalmed the victim and note clothing or jewelry to make sure the corpse in the casket was the person named on the make shift crypt.

The supervisor remembered each decaying face, for it was burned in his memory but one stood out. Most of the bodies had long since dried up and become desiccated. If any flesh was left, it was almost tanned leather hanging off the bony skeleton. Some looked as if they were made out of jello as the corpse had decomposed into a liquid goo. But one was odd.

When they opened the coffin of the old man it was like he had just been laid to rest, except for one disturbing and obvious fact. He was covered with a furry grey-green fungus. All his flesh had been eaten by the fungus, but it held the shape of his face so well it shocked the superintendent and the undertaker. Except for the odd color and the fleecelike look of his skin, he looked like he might just open his eyes or mouth at any moment.

They quickly got over the initial shock and noted that he was indeed who he was supposed to be, and put the coffin in the second level in the back of the newly constructed Mausoleum.

Monday morning, when the maintenance crew came to open up the office, they noticed the mausoleum door was open. As they near the open door they immediately knew something was wrong. Something was smeared on the glass door of the mausoleum, and as they looked inside one of the crypts was open. And it was empty.

Fearing they had graverobbers they went to call the police, but as they rounded the corner to head back to the office they passed the old make shift cement crypts. One was open and it held a casket.

It was the casket of the mold man, right back in the place he had been interned for the last five years. To be sure everything was all right and they did not have a grave robber playing a joke, they opened up the coffin. The body was still there and the jewelry he wore was still intact. They called the police, but there was nothing they could do but file a vandalism report. The body was placed back in the mausoleum.

After they sealed up the crypt again the staff noticed that the smear on the door was the same color as the mold that covered the man. Also disturbing there seemed to be small pieces of the stuff on the carpet that covered the floor from the crypt to the doorway. The body did not look molested at all, and the casket had shown no visible signs of forced opening, but it was still very disturbing.

Two weeks later, it happened again. Everything was the same, the crypt was opened and the casket was found resting in its old spot. Even the smear and pieces of mold scattered here and there. But one thing was different this time. It had recently rained and the ground was soft. A single trail of footprints ran from the mausoleum to the make shift crypt.

And they were almost erased by the tracks left by the dragged coffin.

There were only a single set of tracks.

And it was then that they noticed the handles of the coffin were also smeared with the gray green mold. It was if the mold man had somehow came out of the coffin and dragged it back to his original resting place.

But that was physically impossible…wasn’t it?

Nevertheless a close look at the corpse and the fallen mold made everyone present shiver. They were the same material. Once again the body was laid to rest in the mausoleum, and the funeral director brought in a Catholic Clergyman to once again give Last Rites and a blessing on the tomb. Mold man stayed put this time.

The maintenance crew always gave his crypt special attention. They always feared that one morning they would find it open again, and see the evidence of mold man once again walking the earth.

When you work at a cemetery for any length of time and meet others who have lived the life of a gravedigger for years, you hear some strange and unexplained stories.

And you hope that you are not the next one to come in the next morning with fear in their eyes and tell the others, “You are not going to believe this, but…”

Until Next Time,

Pastor Swope

Comments

When I first read this story, it was in Brad Steiger's 2010 book Real Zombies, the Living Dead, and Creatures of the Apocalypse. I thought that it was genuinely creepy, and it's clearly the story of a revenant who is displeased with his burial arrangements. I hope that you, my readers, enjoy it as well. I owe a huge "Thank You" to Robin for allowing me the privilege of reposting this story on my blog. The original story may be found here: Graveyard Tales: The Thing That Moves At Night.

Monsters and Mysteries in America (Destination America)

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Don't forget that Monsters and Mysteries in America premieres TONIGHT on Destination America at 10PM!! I know that I won't forget. For those of you who do...well, expect a visit from Sheepsquatch later tonight.

Monsters and Mysteries in America

The Boo Hag

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A terrifying entity is haunting the people of South Carolina. The Gullah people of this region have long said “Don’t let de hag ride ya!” before they settle into bed for the night. This is the dreaded Boo Hag, a regional variant of the Old Hag, which is a vampirelike creature that sits on the chests of sleeping people. It then steals the victim’s lifeforce by causing terrifying nightmares.

The Boo Hag (also known as the Slip-Skin Hag) is an entity that is very similar to the Vampire of Central and Eastern European folklore (although whether she is a witch, a ghost, a demon, or a revenant of some kind is unclear). It is said that, like her counterpart (the Old Hag), she sits on the chests of her victims and “rides” them. During the attack, the Hag steals their breath (the Spiritus Vitae, known as the “Breath of Life” or, put simply, the lifeforce). She is known to inhabit abandoned houses, which generally lie deep within the swamps of South Carolina that she calls home.

The Boo Hag herself is difficult to miss (or to forget, for that matter) once she reveals her true form (assuming that she isn’t invisible). The Boo Hag has no skin to call her own and, because of this, her muscles, tendons, and bulging arteries are horrifically exposed (the muscle itself is said to be blood-red). If a brave man were to attempt to grapple with the Hag, he would feel the unmistakable sensation of grabbing a hunk of raw meat. However, wrestling with the Boo Hag is hardly an advisable course of action, as the creature possesses supernatural strength and can easily overpower a full-grown man.

With that being said, the Boo Hag’s skin is not her own. She steals the skin from those victims that struggle during her attack and that she actually kills (usually young women, although she has been known to take the form of a man as well), and wears it as her own. Therefore, it is advisable not to fight her or otherwise struggle during an encounter with the Hag. During the day, she appears to be an ordinary woman. Most commonly, the Boo Hag appears as a young and beautiful lady, but she may also take the form of a harmless old woman. But by night, the Hag removes her skin and takes to the skies (some say as a ball of light), flying about in search of those whom she may harass and torture whilst they sleep. Victims of the Hag are said to experience sleep paralysis (during which one is aware of his surroundings, but is unable to move), may wake up with strange scratches, insomnia due to recurring nightmares, and will succumb to exhaustion and illness as a result. All together, these symptoms will lead to mental illness and inevitable death. But how does the Hag do this? Very simply, she “rides” her victims. She sits on the victim’s chest and, by doing so, she restricts or even completely stops the person’s breathing, which could lead to suffocation if the Boo Hag doesn’t stop before death occurs. If the victim is a man, she may even rape him (which gives the phrase “being ridden” a whole new meaning). But even if one figures out that he is being attacked by this creature, stopping her is extremely difficult. The Boo Hag may become invisible at will, and she can pass through the tiniest cracks, holes, or spaces in order to gain entry to a potential victim’s bedroom (keyholes seem to be a favorite entry point for her). Legends say that is able to shapeshift into an insect as well. How can one hope to stop such evil?

For all of the Boo Hag’s power, there are a number of ways to keep her at bay and even to rid oneself of the Hag’s presence forever. The Boo Hag, like her European cousin the Vampire, suffers from a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder known as arithmomania. She feels compelled to count her actions or small objects in her surroundings, which is why one may hang a kitchen sieve over the bed (as she will feel compelled to count the holes). Scattering sesame seeds around the bed will accomplish this as well. Be aware, however, that some of these creatures are fast counters. Therefore, it may be necessary to have more than one sieve around or to use more than a handful of seeds. This counting will keep her occupied, as she cannot attack her victim until she is finished counting. With any luck, it will keep the Hag busy until sunrise. If she cannot make it back to her skin in time, the sun’s rays will destroy her.

If the Boo Hag should gain entry to one’s home, she may be kept out of the bedroom by placing a straw broom against the door. No Boo Hag may pass such a broom until she has counted every single bristle. By the time she’s finished, it will be nearly sunrise, and she will have to quickly retreat to her skin, or she will perish. But if that should fail, it is said that the Boo Hag, like other evil spirits (or haints, as the Gullah people know them), are repelled by the color indigo blue. Colors have a special significance in Gullah culture, in that each color represents a different aspect of their lives. In Gullah culture, the color blue is associated with the supernatural. It speaks of black magic and witchcraft to some, but to others it is protection against ghosts and creatures that dwell in the darkness. Painting the window frames, the front porch, or even the exterior doors of one’s house is guaranteed to prevent the Boo Hag from entering. In fact, the belief in this color’s powers of protection is so strong that it has been called “haint blue.” Tradition says that a smudge of this paint on the body will prevent a Boo Hag from attacking (the forehead is a good place for this). But not only would it keep evil spirits and creatures at bay, the Gullahs say that if the Hag even touches something covered with this paint, it will cause her searing pain.

Like all supernatural evil, the Boo Hag fears and hates salt. It can be sprinkled on a floor to keep her at bay, but the most effective use of this substance by far is to thoroughly salt her empty skin while she is  “out” for the night (although most legends say that one must use pepper as well). The Boo Hag, it is said, does not like the smell of asafoetida (Ferula assafoetida), and so it may be wise to place a bag of this pungent herb on one’s nightstand or bedside table. The Hag also detests sulfur and, as a result, she hates gunpowder as well. While it is not uncommon for people to place a loaded gun at their bedside, the Boo Hag is terrified by the smell of gunpowder. Thus, it serves a double purpose in South Carolina: to protect one’s family, and to ward off the attentions of the Hag. Placing a matchstick (common sense dictates that the match should be unlit) in one’s hair before bed will keep her at bay as well (since the match head contains sulfur as well). Additionally, a person should never disturb any kinds of mushrooms (known as “hag stools”). Apparently (and rather humorously), the Boo Hag likes to sit down on these mushrooms and relax while she “reads the newspapers”.

In addition to those mentioned above, there are other ways of protecting oneself from the Boo Hag as well. Reciting Psalm 121 is said to be great protection against the Hag for someone who is walking outside after nightfall. But almost any favorite piece of Scripture may be written down and carried in a pocket for protection. Likewise, sincere and fervent prayers to God will accomplish the same thing. It is said by some that if an individual knows the Boo Hag’s true identity, he should write her name with the word “Hag” above his front door. This will prevent her from entering the house. One may also place forks under his pillow, in order to prevent the Hag from “riding” them in the first place.

It should be known that the Boo Hag is a clever and malicious creature. In some folktales, the Hag will drop down from a tree onto a person and hitch a ride. Thus she gains entrance into a home, where she may torture the occupants at her leisure. In a similar manner, she will hide in clean clothes that have been left outside to dry on a clothesline all night. The next day, she will be carried in with the clothes. As she can become invisible at will, her innocent victims never know that she is coming. Therefore, all laundry should be put indoors before dark (and it is common sense to do so, too). But not only does the Boo Hag attack people, she also torments animals as well. Stories are told of the Hag stealing horses and riding them at night. If a horse is sweaty, the hairs of it’s tail and mane are knotted, or if the poor animal is acting especially tired or nervous, then it is likely that the Boo Hag has been riding the horse. If this continues, the animal will eventually drop dead.

Fortunately, there are some warning signs that a Boo Hag is close by. Some dogs are able to sense her presence, regardless of whether she is invisible or has taken human form. When a Hag is near, dogs will start howling and barking (and just generally start making a racket). Crows will also recognize a disguised Hag for what she truly is, and will cry out if she should pass by. If a Boo Hag is close, the very air will become hot and damp like a summer day. Then, the smell of rot and decay will follow and fill the air. If both of these portents should become obvious, one should immediately leave the area. But to rid oneself of the Boo Hag’s presence forever, a direct confrontation may become necessary. In other words, one must publicly accuse the suspected person of being a Boo Hag. Supposedly, doing so will rob her of the ability to do people any harm. If for some reason this doesn’t work, however, or the wrong person is accused, beware of the Boo Hag’s revenge!

As for actually destroying the Boo Hag, it is a very difficult (although not impossible) task to accomplish. As mentioned earlier, it is possible to take advantage of the Hag’s compulsive nature and force her to count seeds, the holes in a kitchen sieve or colander, or to count the bristles on a straw broom until dawn. At this time, she is extremely vulnerable and will be forced to seek out her skin. If she is too late, the rays of the morning sun will destroy her. In many folktales, she literally explodes. Another method of getting rid of the Boo Hag is to destroy her skin while she is seeking a victim during the night. To do this, one must first find the skin. The Hag is a crafty monster, and so she will hide it in a place that is hard to reach or otherwise difficult to get to. Once found, the skin should be thoroughly salted and peppered (red pepper is said to be very effective as well). Once the Boo Hag comes back and places the skin over her body, she will be seized by an agonizing pain that will cause her to wildly fly about into the open air, where the sun will destroy her. Finally, there is the use of magic to dispose of the Boo Hag. Men and women who dabble in Hoodoo (also known as root doctors, conjurers, or root workers) know of rituals, spells, and incantations that can be used to trap, repulse, and even to kill the Hag. One of the most common ways of doing this is to trap the Boo Hag in a bottle while she has taken the form of an insect. The insect is then killed, destroying the Boo Hag once and for all.

If anything or anyone fears the Boo Hag more than the rest, it is the Gullah people. The Gullah themselves are an offshoot of the West African slave trade, during which Africans with various cultural backgrounds were imprisoned in fairly large numbers together. Over time, these people have formed a diverse, cohesive culture that is all their own: the Gullah culture. Today, almost half a million Gullahs live along the eastern coast of the United States, ranging from North Carolina to Florida. They have persevered and endured centuries of war, natural disasters, and slavery, and will continue to do so. They are a fascinating people. When the Africans originally came together, they brought their own religious and spiritual beliefs with them. These superstitions and beliefs gradually blended together over time, with the addition of Christianity completing the mix. The dreadful Boo Hag is but one of the end results. The Gullah still believe in her to this very day, and they remain terrified of the Hag’s power over them. Perhaps there is indeed something to these beliefs, with a horrifying reality lurking behind the stories and legends. Maybe it is wisest to be on one’s guard. Humankind may never truly know what lurks outside in the darkest nights. And, as the Gullahs say, don’t let de hag ride ya!

Sources

Curran, Dr. Bob. American Vampires: Their True Bloody History From New York to California. Pompton Plains, New Jersey: The Career Press, Inc. Copyright ©2013 Dr. Bob Curran.

Zepke, Terrance. Ghosts and Legends of the Carolina Coasts. Sarasota, Florida: Pineapple Press, Inc. Copyright ©2005, 2008 by Terrance Zepke.

The Slip-Skin Hag

Roots and Stuff

The Boo Hag

Boo Hag Encounter

The Boo Hags of Gullah Culture

Boo Hag Legend

Boo Hag

Boo Hag (Wikipedia)

Ijiraat

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According to Inuit mythology, the Ijiraat are earth spirits and shapeshifters. They are very elusive, and can transform themselves into any kind of arctic animal in order to conceal themselves from humans. They are known to take the form of a wolf, a bear, a raven, or even a person. However, the eyes of these creatures remain a creepy red color. Whether these spirits take human or animal form, their eyes remain the same. These creatures are perfectly adapted for moving through the frozen landscape both quickly and easily. They are known for catching the natives off guard almost constantly.

The Ijiraat are usually portrayed as being malicious or even evil in most stories, and often lie in wait for travelers. Then, they change forms to get close enough to the travelers so that they may (presumably) kill and devour them. Some say that they are committed to killing any Inuit they come across.
 
Some Inuit elders say that these land spirits are not evil or even malicious, but are instead misunderstood. One warned that the spirits are surrounded by mirages or illusions, and when distant mountains or even islands appear to be closer than they actually are, the Ijiraat might be close by. Others believe that these spirits appear in order to bring messages to travelers, warning them of danger or trouble to come.
 
Regardless of the many interpretations of the Ijiraat, one common theme among those who encounter these spirits seems to be that those people experience sudden memory loss. In other words, they quickly forget what happened. If one encounters an Ijiraat, he should write down the experience as soon as possible (and quickly, too). Also, speaking to as many people as possible about the encounter seems to work as well.
 
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Inuit Mythology: Mahaha, Tuniit, and Other Creatures

100,000 VIEWS!!!!

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I just got on my blog, and I have good news for everyone. Are you ready?

I HAVE JUST HIT 100,000 PAGEVIEWS!!!! Thank You to everyone who told their friends about the blog, shared my links, and who have basically helped my blog become so much more than just another paranormal website. I fully intend to keep updating this blog with more monsters, ghosts, cryptids, and spirits than you can shake a shotgun loaded with rock salt at! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR HELP IN MAKING ONE OF MY DREAMS COME TRUE!!!!

The Mara

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The Mara is a wraithlike female dream demon, known to mankind since the Dark Ages (Viking times), if not before then. She appears in the Old Norse Sagas, but the belief itself may be even older. The word mara can be traced back to an Indo-European word, meaning "harm." This evil spirit also gave rise to the word nachtmara, which of course is German for "nightmare." In the Norwegian language, mareritt and mareridt (meaning "mare dream" or "mare ride") are two words for nightmare. These creatures steal into the bedrooms of sleeping humans at night, sitting on the chests of their victims. The spirit then gradually becomes heavier and heavier, slowly suffocating the victim. The Mara (which also means "mare," as in a horse) is thought to literally ride it's victim like a horse. Sometimes, the Mara even kills her victims, thus absorbing their lifeforce. The experience is terrifying in and of itself, and this is how the Mara feeds. She feeds on the resulting fear and the lifeforce of the victim, bring nightmares to her prey.

The Mara also torments horses, riding the animals all night long. The next morning, the horse is found to be distressed and completely exhausted, and covered in sweat. Sometimes, the horse dies after carrying it's owner home. In some tales, the Mara has a truly bizarre habit of riding trees, resulting in the branches becoming tangled up. In Sweden, a species of pine tree that grows on the rocky coasts or wet ground is known as martallar, or "mare pines", because of it's twisted features.

According to Scandinavian folk beliefs, the roaming spirits (or astral bodies) of sleeping women are likely to become a Mara, due to the person's own inherent wickedness or as the result of a sorcerer's or a witch's curse. In the case of a curse, one must find out who the Mara is. Once that is done, one must say "You are a Mara" three times. This is thought to be potent enough to release the woman's soul from the curse.

In Poland, the Mara is known as the Nocnista. She is a night-hag that causes children to have nightmares, unless deterred by the presence of iron. In other Slavic countries, the Mara is called the Kikimora. She is an evil spirits that induces bad dreams in it's victims. According to legend, the Kikimora is said to be the unhappy soul of a girl who had died without being baptized. This spirit is able to change her form, becoming a moth or a wisp of hair that lands on a sleeping victim's lips, causing symptoms similar to those produced by the Mara's predations. Salt will keep her at bay, and potential victims are known to fill the keyholes of their bedroom doors with beeswax to keep the Mara out.

Sources

Cheung, Theresa. The Element Encyclopedia of Ghosts & Hauntings. New York: Barnes & Noble, Inc., by arrangement with HarperCollins Publishers. Copyright ©Theresa Cheung 2006.

Illes, Judika. Encyclopedia of Spirits: The Ultimate Guide to the Magic of Fairies, Genies, Demons, Ghosts, Gods & Goddesses. New York: HarperCollins Publishers. Copyright ©2009 by Judika Illes.

The Loango

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The Loango is a type of shapeshifting undead bat creature (a revenant) from the folklore and legends of the Ashanti and the Asanbosam peoples of Africa. This creature is created when a sorcerer or a practitioner of black magic dies, and is similar in some ways to the Vampire of European folklore.
 
The Loango’s attacks are closely linked to the waxing and waning phases of the moon, from which it derives it’s power. With the waxing of the moon, the creature’s power increases. On nights of the full moon, the monster’s physical strength increases to the point where it has ten times the strength of a grown man. On moonless nights, the Loango has no power at all and prefers to sleep in it’s coffin until the moon once again shines down upon the earth. One might think that the creature’s strength would be affected by the moon being obscured by clouds, but vampire expert Theresa Bane says otherwise. According to her professional opinion, cloud cover makes no difference at all.
 
During the day, the Loango lies in a coffin within the relative safety of it’s grave with it’s eyes wide open. By night, the creature takes the form of a bat and flies off into the night to feed. Ashanti mythology never quite mentions what the Loango feeds on, but there are clues that say that the monster feeds on what the Ashanti value the most socially. Exactly what that something is varies from tribe to tribe. For example, in one tribe it may be goats. In others, it may be the most beautiful child in one of the local families. However, it may be simple in that the Loango may simply feed on the warm flesh and blood of any human that it encounters.
 
It is unknown as to whether the Loango’s shapeshifting abilities extend to taking any other animal forms, or even if the monster can still use the same type of black magic that it commanded during it’s lifetime. Given the Loango’s shapeshifting abilities, this seems likely (assuming that it was practicing magic that gave the practitioner those abilities in the first place). On the other hand, however, one must look at the nature of the magic that the Ashanti use. Just as likely is the fact that the Loango may not be able to use it’s magic as a revenant may be due to the belief that one must be a living being (in other words, one must have a soul) in order to use this magic. The shapeshifting abilities might just be one of this particular Vampire’s natural abilities. But regardless of whether or not this monster is able to command the forces of magic, it pays to stay inside on moonlit nights.
 
Sources
 
Bane, Theresa. Actual Factual Dracula: A Compendium of Vampires. Randleman, NC: NeDeo Press. Copyright ©2007 by Theresa Bane.
 
Haining, Peter. A Dictionary of Vampires. London, England: Robert Hale Limited. Copyright ©Peter Haining 2000.

Click Clack

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In America's folklore, there lurks a creature that has no body below the waist, and each of it's fingers is tipped with very long and very sharp fingernails. This creature is known as Click Clack, or Click Clack Slide. It's name is based on the sound that this hideous monster makes, using it's arms and long, talonlike fingernails to drag itself along the ground. It is always searching for more victims, which it will disembowel with it's nails (although killing the victim in other ways isn't out of the question).

It is unknown if Click Clack is merely a restless spirit of the dead or is in fact a revenant of some kind. On one hand, the creature seems to possess a corporeal body, as it actually has to drag itself along the ground to move. Furthermore, Click Clack slashes it's victims to death with it's nails. That is strongly indicative of a link to the physical world. On the other hand, however, this monster may have some connection to the spirit world in that the creature is said to move much faster than it's method of locomotion would suggest. A ghost would be unhindered by any sort of physical handicap, but this creature seems to be. All of the evidence suggests that Click Clack is indeed a revenant, a corpse that has returned from the grave under demonic possession or the body's own restless soul.

Click Clack is described as being the hideous upper torso of a woman's corpse. As one travels further south into Georgia and other southern states, they will find that Click Clack is said to be a man. It is possible that this vile thing leaves a trail of offal and blood as it moves. It is also said that, as mentioned previously, the creature's fingers are tipped with extremely long and clawlike fingernails, with each being a foot or more in length. These nails seem to be very durable in spite of their length, and are easily capable of slicing through human flesh. The monster uses these to move it's body along the hard ground, so they have to be strong to take abuse without breaking (God forbid that this creature gets a hangnail).

There are many different variations of the Click Clack legend. What has proved to be the most enduring and popular of the stories involves a woman and her children. They are all driving along, when her car stalls on the railroad tracks. Then, they are struck by a train. When the emergency units and the police finally arrived, they found the mangled remains of the children. However, they only found the woman's lower body (her legs) and were never able to locate her torso. From that night onwards, people began disappearing in that particular area, leaving the local people to conclude that the woman's vengeful spirit now roams the roads and backroads of the area. She will kill any living person that she comes across on the roads by slashing them into pieces with her extremely long fingernails as revenge for killing her children and herself.

Further south, the legend changes. The people believe that Click Clack isn't a spirit of the dead at all, but is actually a male war veteran who lost his legs during combat. The horrors of war changed the man, driving him to insanity. Now psychotic and deranged, he ventures out at night and kills anyone that he should happen across by ripping open their stomachs with his long fingernails, spilling their bowels onto the earth.

Two different stories, two different creatures. One supernatural, the other mostly human. However, both of these night terrors share the same modus operandi, the same motivation and behavior. The only way for a man to know which one he is hunting is to see the entity for himself.

The legends of Click Clack do not speak of any weaknesses or vulnerabilities that may be exploited. Therefore, assumptions must be made. Dealing with the undead Click Clack will be difficult. The working theory is that this creature is a revenant, but it may also be a ghost. It is best to be prepared for anything. Revenants have certain vulnerabilities. Excision of the heart, decapitation, and completely burning the body are known and very effective ways of killing any reanimated corpse. Burying the creature's ashes in consecrated ground will hopefully prevent any possibility of resurrection.

But what if the creature is a ghost? There are ways of dealing with angry spirits as well. Pure salt (that is, without any additives like iodide and such) or pure sea salt may keep the spirit at bay, as will the presence of iron. Keeping an object made of cold-forged wrought iron on one's person may keep Click Clack from attacking. It may be possible to harm this evil spirit with a iron blade. However, this is based purely on speculation, and shouldn't be tested until the creature's true nature is confirmed.

Another method of permanently ridding oneself of a ghost is to find where the body is buried and unearth it. If the entity is a ghost, both halves of the body should be salted and burned completely. However, if the legs can't be found, then one could try following the creature back to it's lair and burning the creature then. One could also try an exorcism or giving the spirit a decent burial. It doesn't hurt to try again if another disposal method fails.

The psychotic war veteran is rather easily dealt with. Because he is still human, he can be killed by firearms and cold sharpened steel. However, the body must be burnt to cinders to prevent the man's tormented spirit from haunting the area. It may be necessary to bury whatever remains of the burnt corpse in consecrated ground, like a churchyard or a cemetery. In the end, one may just turn him over to the police for justice. That's probably the safer alternative.

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Scary for Kids: Click Clack

Monster Sightings?

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Have you seen a monster? Have you experienced strange phenomena or seen a ghost? Would you like to get your story out there without embarassing yourself? If so, please contact me at KPG1986@msn.com. If you can, provide all the details that you can possibly recall. What did the creature look like, and did it interact with you in a potentially harmful manner? Give as much detail as is possible. With your permission, I'll make your story or encounter the next entry on my blog and add my own thoughts at the end. If you would prefer to remain anonymous, I will omit your real name and come up with something else. We'll work something out. However, be aware that I only accept stories about monsters, encounters with mysterious creatures, or experiences with ghosts and hauntings. I do not deal with "alien abductions" or anything of that nature. No hoaxes or fictional stories, either. All manner of monsters, cryptids, entities, demons, and weird creatures are acceptable. But I may not get back to you right away. However, when I do, it is considered to be courteous to respond to my email. I eagerly await your emails.

The Ördög

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The Ördög (known as Urdung in Old Hungarian) is an ancient shapeshifting demon from Hungarian mythology, said to personify the darker aspects of the world. With the introduction of Christianity, the Ördög came to be identified with the Devil himself. The word ordog itself means "devil" in the Hungarian language.

The Ördög is thought to resemble a faun or a satyr, having the upper body of a man, and the lower body of a goat. He has pitch-black hair, pointed ears, bestial features, cloven hooves where his feet should be, ramlike horns on his head, and a pointed tail. Some say that he has an oversized phallus as well. He is said to dwell in Pokol, the Hungarian version of Hell or the underworld. It is in this vile place that he constantly stirs a huge cauldron filled with human souls. The Ördög is cunning, and he is always seeking to collect more souls.

Like the satyr, the Ördög prefers to live in remote forests or rural areas. Most frequently, he is summoned to participate in the sabbats and rituals of witches. He also partakes in the wild orgies and feasts that happen at those times. Any children that are born of this unholy union are known as cambion (the offspring of a demon and a human in medieval legend). Female children will most likely go on to become witches, while the males will probably become Ördög themselves.

When the Ördög wanders about in the human world, he often takes the form of a fox, a dark flame, or a shepherd with sparkling, dark eyes. Here, he makes bets with humans to see if they succumb to corruption. It is likely that those who do succumb end up forfeiting their souls to the Ördög.

Sources

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ordog

http://tfwalsh.wordpress.com/2012/02/27/ordog-hungarian-devil/

http://timbrannan.blogspot.com/2013/04/o-is-for-ordog.html?m

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambion

http://ouceramicshungary.wordpress.com/2011/08/29/ordog/

Rosemary Ellen Guiley's Strange Dimensions (June 2013)

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Rosemary E. Guiley's Strange Dimensions (June 2013)

Updates

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Hiya, DHC readers! I am currently working on updating some of my earliest entries on this blog. I will be removing the "Field Guide" format and replacing it with the essay format of my more recent posts. I will also be expanding the entries with more research and sources. Some of these are going to be completely redone, while others will have only a few adjustments. Either way, there are some changes coming your way! The entries I will be updating include the following:

The Wendigo

The Revenant

The Jiangshi

The Jersey Devil

The Ghoul

The Baykok

The Draugr

The Nelapsi

The Banshee

The Black Dog

The Rakshasa

The Adlet

The Mummy (Undead)

The Craquehhe

For now, that's it. As you can see, I have a lot of work to do. I will still be making all-new entries periodically, don't worry. I will update all of you as soon as one of my entries has been redone!

MAPINGUARI: LEGENDARY MAN-EATING CRYPTID OF THE AMAZON RAINFOREST: A Guest Entry by Randy Merrill

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INTRODUCTION


It was not so long ago that tales of an awful creature that stalked the Argentine pampas were commonly told. It was difficult, if not impossible, to find anyone who had actually seen it, but many knew of its fearsome power. It was called the Yemisch, and it was a predator that preferred to disembowel its prey. One moment a person or some cattle would be crossing the stream and the next the water would be a blood-red boil. All that was usually left of the victims were greasy entrails floating their way downstream.

That such a creature existed was confirmed by a discovery made in January 1895 near Last Hope Inlet in Argentina. Near the entrance of a cave a group of men found a large piece of skin, about five feet long and three feet wide, covered with coarse hair and pockmarked with tough ossicles. This must have been the skin of the Yemisch. The jerky-like bits were divvied up among the discoverers and fame of their find spread.

Sooner or later word of the find reached the eminent South American paleontologist Florention Ameghino, and he quickly recognized the type of animal the skin belonged to. In 1898 the Argentine naturalist identified the skin as belonging to a giant ground sloth. That this was true was backed up by a story he knew of a man named Ramon Lista who said he had seen a giant pangolin trundling about the pampas.

It could not have been a pangolin, Ameghino knew, but was instead the Yemisch of the native people and the giant ground sloth of scientists. In his report Ameghino wrote:

"Lately, several little ossicles have been brought to me from Southern Patagonia, and I have been asked to what animal they could belong. What was my surprise on seeing in my hand these ossicles in a fresh state, and, notwithstanding that, absolutely similar to the fossil dermal ossicles of the genus Mylodon, except only that they are of smaller size, varying from nine to thirteen or fourteen millimeters across. I have carefully studied these little bones from every point of view without being able to discern any essential difference from those found in a fossil state. These ossicles were taken from a skin, which was unfortunately incomplete, and without any trace of the extremities. The skin, which was found on the surface of the ground, and showed signs of being exposed for several months to the action of the air, is in part discolored. It has a thickness of about two centimeters, and is so tough that it is necessary to employ an axe or a saw in order to cut it. The thickest part of the skin is filled by the little ossicles referred to, pressed one against the other, presenting on the inner surface of the skin an arrangement similar to the pavement of a street. The exterior surface shows a continuous epidermis, not scaly, covered with coarse hair, hard and stiff, having a length of four to five centimeters and a reddish tint turning toward gray."

The skin indeed belongs to the pangolin which Lista saw living. This unfortunate traveler lost his life, like CreVaux, in his attempt to explore the Pilcomayo, and until the present time he is the only civilized person who has seen the mysterious edentate of Southern Patagonia alive; and to attach his name appropriately to the discovery, I call this surviving representative of the family Mylodontidae Neomylodon listai.

Now that there are certain proofs of its existence, we hope that the hunt for it will not be delayed, and that before long we may be able to present to the scientific world a detailed description of this last representative of a group which has of old played a preponderating part in the terrestrial faunas which have succeeded each other on South American soil.

Ameghino's hypothesis was confirmed when his brother Carlos, the field man of the duo, collected some more descriptions of the Yemisch from native people. It was indeed a large, amphibious mammal that sounded just like a giant ground sloth. They even had some bits of skin like those collected from Last Hope Inlet which they attributed to the animal. Clearly giant sloths were still roaming South America, and they were very dangerous creatures indeed.

Newspapers in Argentina went crazy over the story. Not only had the continent's most eminent paleontologist confirmed the existence of living giant sloths but new sightings funneled their way into the press. The megatherium fever even stretched to England where some naturalists, like E. Ray Lankester, agreed that giant ground sloths may still survive in South America. It is not surprising then that some enterprising souls set out to catch the beast, but all ultimately returned empty handed. It seemed that those who went out looking for the Neomylodon were the least likely to find it.
Not everyone was convinced that giant ground sloths survived into the modern day, however, and some of Florentino's South American colleagues thought that his enthusiasm had superseded good judgment. To check the validity of Ameghino's claim the naturalist Rodolfo Hauthal went back to the Lost Hope Inlet cave to reexamine the evidence. His conslusions were just as startling as Ameghino's.

When Hauthal investigated the cave he found stone tools, hay, charcoal, plant fibers, sloth bones, and a pile of sloth dung several feet high. What could this all mean? Clearly humans and sloths had both used the cave, but Hauthal went a step further to suggest that they had been in the cave at the same time. Humans had held sloths in captivity and may have even domesticated them, Hauthal argued, and the Lost Hope Inlet cave had once been a giant sloth stable. For this reason the kind of extinct sloth represented by the scraps of skin and bones was renamed Grypotherium domesticum, the domestic ground sloth.

(It is also noteworthy that Hauthal and colleagues re-named the animal said to terrify the native people. Based upon the evidence from folklore they renamed it Lemisch listai, a move that irritated some other scientists. In a review of the papers, for instance, the paleontologist J.B. Hatcher objected to 1) using a "barbarous" native word as a genus name, and 2) erecting a new genus and species on folklore.)

It seems that other authorities did not quite know what to make of Hauthal's hypothesis. It was often repeated in reviews and announcements but rarely did it receive further comment (at least in English-language publications). The author of To the River Plate and Back, William Jacob Holland, agreed but it seems that many others did not know how to handle the idea of domesticated giant sloths. Even the paleontologist A.S. Woodward, while skeptical, wanted to know more about this potential relationship between humans and ancient sloths.

In the end, though, the tale of the Yemisch seemed to unravel. J.B. Hatcher stated that he had never heard of such a creature during his time in South America and others suggested that the mythological creature was better understood as an amalgam of a giant river otter and a jaguar. It was entirely possible that the Ameghino brothers inflated what little they had heard from the native people and the newspapers ran with it once it hit the academic presses.

We should not be too hasty in saying that the Ameghinos created a story where there was none, however. Recall that Thomas Jefferson, on first sight of seeing the huge claws of the giant sloth Megalonyx, thought they belonged to an enormous tiger-like cat. If the native people of Argentina did hold beliefs about the Yemischit is entirely possible that their beliefs were reinforced by finding the plentiful remains of giant sloths. This one sounds like a case for a geomythologist.

(Cryptozoologist's Note: To read portions of the original account of Ramone Lista's discovery of the Mylodon Cave and its contents, follow this link: http/blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=214751458&blogId=510186744)

THE MAPINGUARI

The Mapinguari (also called mapi, inashi or sloth) is actually believed to be a species of Mylodon, a medium-sized ground sloth, weighing about 500 pounds, and standing up to 9 feet when on its hind legs. They had very large claws that curled under their feet and faced backwards when they walked on all fours. They reportedly ate leaves and may have even been raised by local inhabitants at one time as a source of food, similar to today’s cattle. They were similar in many ways to the modern, though much smaller, three toed sloth and two toed sloth. The Mapinguari is generally thought to have died out around ten thousand years ago (some believe closer to 4,000 years ago) but survived as late as the 1500’s and may even still be thriving in the remote jungles of South America. According to fossil records, these sandy red-haired vegetarians once roamed North and South America, the Caribbean and Antarctica.

The existence of the Mapinguari went mainstream in 1994 when biologist David Oren told The New York Times that the Amazonians were reporting sightings of this ground sloth; however he had no physical evidence to support his theory and as a result the scientific community still considers the Mapinguari, Mylodon, to be extinct.

THE LEGEND: MAPINGUARI VS. MAPINGUARY

Some are of the impression that mapinguary is simply another spelling of mapinguari, and that both are names for the same creature; however, this does not seem to be the case. Although there appears to be some overlapping in the lore associated with both creatures, and both are firmly embedded in the local folklore of the Amazon Rainforest of South America, legends of mapinguarydescribe a hairy biped with characteristics that would tend to classify this beast as, at the very least, a South American version of Bigfoot, and at the other extreme, a supernatural being, which scares away researchers who work in the field of cryptozoology.

According to local native legends, the Mapinguari (or Mapinguary) is a prehistoric cryptid that reportedly lived (and is still reported to live) in the Amazon rain forests of South America, particularly in Brazil and Patagonia. It was consistently described as resembling either an ape or giant ground-dwelling sloth, having red hair, long arms, powerful claws that could tear apart palm trees and rip out the tongues of cattle, a sloping back, a crocodile-like hide that arrows and bullets could not penetrate, a second mouth on its belly and backwards feet (said to make a bottle-shaped footprint). It was said to stand up to 6 feet tall when it assumed a bear-like stance on its hind legs, which it did when it smelled a nearby human. It also gave off a putrid, disorienting stench, emitted a frightening shriek, and could move slowly and stealthily through the forest, often surprising unsuspecting locals. Although it was believed to be carnivorous, by all accounts it did not eat humans. Finally, it was said to sometimes speak and to enjoy punishing hunters who violated religious holidays. Certain lore even seemed to link it with the South American werewolf. The more werewolf-like version of the creature is called the "wolf's cape" and is thought to have originally been human.

Although most mainstream scientists dismiss the Mapinguari as myth, some cryptozoologists believe that the Mapinguari is a close relative of Bigfoot, while others, among them ornithologist David Oren, theorize that it may be a surviving giant ground sloth similar to the Mylodon, generally thought to have gone extinct about ten thousand years ago. It would not be entirely unprecedented to discover a living specimen of a species thought to be extinct for such a long period. In 1972, Dr. Ralph Wetzel discovered living specimens of the Chacoan Peccary, a close relative of pigs and boars, while on an expedition to the Gran Chaco. Prior to his discovery, the only example of this type of peccary had come from fossil remains, and they were generally considered to have died out about ten thousand years ago.

In addition to the legend of the Mapinguari (or also overlapping it) is an even more interesting legend which has developed over the years. It is one that proposes the existence of a lion-sized sloth that still has some arboreal traits. But this beast, called Xolchixe (pronounced shoal-CHICKS-ay) or the Tiger Sloth seems to move much faster than its sloth contemporaries. What makes it even more bizarre is the claim by local natives that it is carnivorous—that is, it eats meat. But if the sloth does exist, how could it become a carnivore?

It has recently come to light that many paleontologists believe prehistoric sloths were not strictly vegetarians, but also scavenged meat, even stealing meaty kills from feral predators. A scene like this was even played out in the Discovery Channels Walking with Prehistoric Beasts program. Could such a creature still exist?

I suggest the possibility that these legends actually encompass three (3) separate entities and that they may be sorted out based on their reported characterisitics, which I shall attempt to do here, recognizing that certain characteristics may be shared by all three. In my opinion, there are enough characteristics that are unique to each of these entities, to validate separating them into at least two separate species of cryptids, or possibly three if Xolchixe constitutes a species separate from Mapinguari. These would be as follows:

Mapinguari
A giant ground sloth, possibly a surviving Mylodon.

Mapinguary
A South American species of Bigfoot.

Xolchixe (or the Tiger Sloth)
A partially arboreal, carnivorous, lion-size sloth.

All other characteristics, which cannot logically be attributed to any species in the natural world, and are related to other preposterous beings of Brazilian mythology, I have relegated to the supernatural and local native superstitions. These include:

A second mouth on its belly—The only possibility I can think of, which would explain this characteristic as one which might occur in the natural world, would be if the creature has a pouch for carrying its young, and that this pouch has been mistaken for a second mouth by frightened natives. However, as far as we know, such pouches only occur in marsupials (kangaroos, opposums, koala's, etc.), and all living species of sloths are placental mammals, not marsupials. Was the giant ground sloth an exception? There is currently no evidence to support such a supposition.

Backward feet—No known species of animal has "backward feet". First, let's consider the obvious: If one did, they would not be backward, now would they?" Regardless, backward feet would be the ultimate hinderance to balance and locomotion, and would defeat the entire physiological function of the structure of the foot and toes. The only possible explanation that comes to mind is if this observation is based on tracks of the giant sloth, which is known to have had long claws on it's feet that were folded under the feet when it walked.

Capable of speaking—This characteristic obviously stretches the limits of credulity for any creature in the natural world, with the exception of man, certain birds that learn to mimic the sounds around them, and the occasional, dubious report of a talking Bigfoot.

Punishes hunters who violate religious holidays—I think this one speaks for itself. The Mapinguari is also believed to protect the rainforests, and punishes those who overharvest and take more than they need.

Was once human—As previously mentioned, certain lore even seems to link Mapinguary with the South American werewolf. The more werewolf-like version of the Mapinguary is called the "wolf's cape" and is thought to have originally been human.

Having differentiated between what I regard as three separate and distinctive species of cryptids, I will devote the balance of this article to the Mapinguariand the Xolchixe, which I will hereafter refer to as the Tiger Sloth.

Legend has it that arrows and bullets could not penetrate the Mapinguari’scaiman-like hide. A paleontologist’s examination of preserved ancient ground sloth skin samples in the late 19th century revealed hard dermal ossicles, small pieces of bone also found in the skin of dinosaurs and caimans, that protected them from predators. It is possible that such skin would have been impervious to arrows and bullets.

MEGATHERLINAE AND CRYPTOZOOLOGY

Charlie Jacoby went as principal expert to South America for Giants of Patagonia, filmed in 2005, which aired first on the History Channel in the USA in April 2006. Part of the History Channel series Digging for the Truth, presented by Josh Bernstein and directed by Priya Ramasubban, the programme Giants of Patagonia showed viewers that the giant sloth may still exist. Portions of the following are from a script by Mr. Jacoby for a TV documentary proposal about the giant sloth.

I grew up with an image like this in my head. It is one of the giant ground sloths, the mylodon, a 9ft hamster-like creature which once roamed across Patagonia in South America. Although almost certainly extinct 10,000 years ago, rumours persist that the mylodon still lives in pockets of forest. These rumours were what drove my great grandfather Hesketh Prichard to lead an expedition to find it in 1900 and 1901. Thanks to the Daily Express, I spent a month in Patagonia looking for the giant sloth and following his footsteps.

By the early years of the last century, Prichard had established himself as a first-class explorer, naturalist, cricketer, journalist and, of course, big-game shot. He counted men such as Robert Falcon Scott of the Antarctic, the author Arthur Conan-Doyle and the African explorer Frederick Courtenay Selous among his friends. Conan-Doyle based part of his book The Lost World on Prichard's adventures in Patagonia.

We are going to use the words of another of Conan-Doyle's creations to track down the giant sloth's habitat—its ecological niche—the "lost world" where it still may live. Sherlock Holmes said: "When you have eliminated all that is possible, whatever remains no matter how improbable, must be the truth."

The first rumours that a giant ground sloth species may still exist reached Europe in the 16th century. Sailors brought home stories of "water tigers" backed up by fossil bones.

This creature is a "su" or "succurath". Reported as early as 1558, it lived on the banks of Patagonian rivers. It had the head of a lion with—according to reports—"something human about it", a short beard from ear to ear, and a tail armed with sharp bristles which provided shelter for its young. The Su was a hunter but not for meat alone. It killed animals for their skins and warmed itself in the cold climate.

In 1789, Dr. Bartolome de Muñoz found Megatherium bones near what is now Buenos Aires. He gave them to the King of Spain, prompting the King to order a complete specimen of the animal alive or dead. Charles Darwin, during his famous voyage of the Beagle, found the bones of a mylodonamong his "nine great quadrupeds" on the beach at Punta Alta in northern Patagonia.

The rumours gained more credence in the late 19th century. The future governor of Santa Cruz province in southern Patagonia, Ramón Lista, was riding in Santa Cruz in the late 1880s when a shaggy red-haired beast resembling what he called a "giant pangolin" trotted across his path. He had time to loose off several rounds from his rifle before it disappeared into the scrub, and was amazed to note that they bounced off the animal's hide. Lista only gave a verbal account of this story, to an animal collector called Carlos Ameghino, who told his brother Florentino Ameghino, who was one of Argentina's most notable naturalists and later the vice-director and secretary of the best natural history museum in South America, La Plata, which opened in 1888 outside Buenos Aires.

There is now a giant fiberglass mylodon at Last Hope Sound in Chilean Patagonia, where a German sheep farmer, Herman Eberhard found a near-perfect mylodonskin in 1895. The skin was covered in bony nodules, which may explain what deflected Lista's bullets. Eberhard believed it was the skin of an unknown sea mammal. He hung it on a tree where it remained until 1897. Expeditions to Eberhardt's cave and other caves soon recovered additional pieces of hide.

Another great Argentinean naturalist and explorer Perito Moreno found it, boxed it up and sent it back to La Plata museum, of which he was both founder and director.

Something fishy was afoot, however. The skin's arrival coincided with a story by Professor Florentino Ameghino, a paleontologist in Argentina, that a native Indian had knocked down a mylodon with bolas—rounded stones that are covered in leather and tied to leather thongs, which they used with deadly accuracy—and that he, Ameghino, had the skin.

Professor Ameghino had heard Lista's story and began to wonder if the strange beast was a giant sloth that had somehow survived till the present day. He had already collected legends from natives in the Patagonia region about hunting such a large creature in ancient times. The animal in the stories was nocturnal, and slept during the day in burrows it dug with its large claws. The natives also found it difficult to get their arrows to penetrate the animal's skin. Ameghino claimed that he was so sure this was the creature Lista had seen, that he had decided to name it after him: Neomylodon listai, or "Lista's new Mylodon."

Despite being colleagues, Ameghino and Moreno were enemies. They had strong personalities and different points of view about natural history—and Ameghino was notoriously arrogant. Their enmity started when they worked together at the La Plata Museum, where Moreno was director. Perhaps, the museum was too small for two celebrities like them. It is likely that Ameghino intended to pinch Moreno's mylodon skin and say that it was the Indian's. In the end, he didn't steal it and went quiet on his claims.

Moreno brought the skin to the British Museum in London for safekeeping. It is now held by London's Natural History Museum. In a lecture to the Royal Society on 17th January 1899, he said the animal was long extinct. Dr. Arthur Smith Woodward, keeper of palaeontology, said, however, that the skin was so fresh that, were it not for Dr. Moreno, he would have "no hesitation in pronouncing the animal recently killed." The skin story caused a sensation. Giant sloth fever gripped the British public.

Arthur Pearson, who had launched the Daily Express newspaper in 1897, at once despatched his star journalist, Hesketh Prichard, to Patagonia to find it. The words of the director of the Natural History Museum, Professor Ray Lankester, went ringing in his ears: "It is quite possible—I don't want to say more than that—that … [the Mylodon] still exists in some of the mountainous regions of Patagonia."

Head for the Moreno Glacier and you are 150 miles north of the MylodonCave and back in Argentina. There's another 800 miles to go before you reach the northern end of Patagonia. It's a big place.

The Moreno Glacier is one of the biggest in the world, which moves slowly in the vast Lake Argentino, the fourth biggest lake in South America. This was the setting for the climax of Prichard's year-long journey through the region.

With the backing of Perito Moreno, Prichard pushed further than any western explorer into the Andes. He found and followed a river he named Katarina after his mother, Kate. He found a new lake, Lake Pearson. He also discovered a new subspecies of puma, named Pearson's puma. All these stories, plus accounts of his adventures and of the dying Tehuelche Indian tribe he published in a book, Through the Heart of Patagonia.

Despite local Indian legends of a mountain ghoul called lemisch or yemische, which fitted descriptions of the mylodon, he found no trace of any giant sloth. He wrote: "Although the legends of the Indians were manifestly to a large extent the result of imaginative exaggeration, yet I hoped to find a substratum of fact below these fancies. After thorough examination, however, I am obliged to say that I found none. The Indians not only never enter the Cordillera but avoid the very neighbourhood of the mountains. The rumours of the Iemisch and the stories concerning it, which, in print, had assumed a fairly definite form, I found nebulous in the extreme when investigated on the spot. Finally, after much investigation, I came to the conclusion that the Indian legends in all probability refer to some large species of otter."

All of which brings us to the present day. With the development of the Carbon-14 dating method in the twentieth century, the age of the Mylodon remains in Eberhardt's cave was apparently settled: the skin was estimated to be roughly 11,000 to 5,000 years old, give or take 400 years. Conditions in the caves may have preserved the skin, making it look fresh to the eye and fooling Moreno. Despite the fact that Hesketh Prichard was vindicated by the carbon-dating, there have been a number of sightings of creatures which fit the mylodon's description, and in locations ranging from the rainforest of the Amazon basin to the southern Andean beech forests of Patagonia.

(Cryptozoologist's Note: Carbon-14 dating is not as accurate as it is often made out to be. First, plants discriminate against carbon dioxide containing Carbon-14. That is, they take up less than would be expected and so they test older than they really are. Furthermore, different types of plants discriminate differently. This also has to be corrected for. Second, the ratio of Carbon-14/Carbon-12 in the atmosphere has not been constant—for example, it was higher before the industrial era when the massive burning of fossil fuels released a lot of carbon dioxide that was depleted in Carbon-14. This would make things which died at that time appear older in terms of carbon dating. Then there was a rise in 14CO2 with the advent of atmospheric testing of atomic bombs in the 1950s. This would make things carbon-dated from that time appear younger than their true age.

Measurement of Carbon-14 in historically dated objects (e.g., seeds in the graves of historically dated tombs) enables the level of Carbon-14 in the atmosphere at that time to be estimated, and so partial calibration of the "clock" is possible. Accordingly, carbon dating carefully applied to items from historical times can be useful. However, even with such historical calibration, archaeologists do not regard Carbon-14 dates as absolute because of frequent anomalies. They rely more on dating methods that link into historical records. Outside the range of recorded history, calibration of the Carbon-14 "clock" is not possible. Finally, it is unfortunate but true that on occasion, mainstream evolutionary scientists have manipulated Cabon-14 dating results to fit evolutionary theory rather than allow the evidence to potentially discredit their theory.)

The common features of mylodon's habitat are forest and grassland; a forest big enough to support a breeding population of these creatures; an area of land that is sufficiently cut off from the world of humans that people rarely see mylodons; and, most importantly, an area walled in on all sides, be it by mountains, lakes, glaciers, sheer cliffs like the plateau in Conan-Doyle's book The Lost World or the walls of a volcanic crater. We're looking for a (prehistoric) refuge, which stops the animals escaping and in which the animal survived the great extinction. Hesketh Prichard would approve of this combination of science and adventure.

The forest theory is well supported. Since 1994, ornithologist and Amazon biodiversity expert David Oren has left his teaching post at the Emilio Goeldi Museum in Belem six times to look for the Mylodon in the rainforests of Brazil. He canoes up and down the Tápajos and Jamauchím rivers uttering soul-wrenching cries in order to provoke a response from mylodons. Stories of Mylodonsightings by local people are what drive him.

In 1975, mine worker Mário Pereira de Souza claims he came face to face with a giant sloth on the Jamauchím. He heard a scream; he looked and saw the creature coming towards him on its hind legs. The animal seemed unsteady and emitted a terrible stench.

On another occasion, Manuel Vitorino Pinheiro Dos Santos was out hunting near the Tápajos when he heard it, he says. Again, there was the scream. It came from a tangle of vines 50 metres away. He dropped the game he had shot and sprinted for the river. He heard two more screams, which he says shook the forest, as the animal moved away.

David Oren has had some success. He has videotaped clawed trees, taped minute-long screams he believes are the sloth's call, and made casts of some big tracks which had backwards-facing claws.

Now we are going to work on the Mylodon habitat photo-fit. Let's pretend that we have a map of areas in South America fulfilling all the criteria we have gathered so far. These are the forest "islands", cut off from the rest of the continent and far away from people. We can remove a lot of these areas by looking at what Mylodon ate—or eats.

We need to become "forensic scatologists". Feces discovered in the Mylodon Cave in Chile reveal that it ate X and X, so we can cut out areas which don't have those plants.

On our new map, we can cut out more areas by working out the minimum size that a healthy breeding population of Mylodonwould need. For this, we must look at fossil evidence, at similar browsing forest-dwellers and talk to relevant experts to find out whether these beasts moved around the forest in herds.

Now we're getting somewhere. We need to know whether the climate in the area where we know Mylodon to have been fits the climate in the areas on our map. We also need to check that there are sufficient levels of sloth-essential minerals in the soil, such as cobalt and copper.

This process of layering intelligence on to maps is used by modern armies to predict their enemies' advances. It is called "Intelligence Preparation of the Battlefield" or IPB.

We will be left with a handful of locations across the continent. We can knock out a few more by interviewing any zoologists who have worked in any of them and who can make a case for there being no Mylodons. Finally, we need to take cameras to the best of the remaining areas.

I want to be able to stand in a South American forest and say: "This is perfect sloth country: it's X square miles, hemmed in on all sides; it has these trees, these minerals in the soil, this climate, and it's relatively untouched by man."

Our methods of searching these areas can range from the Oren technique of calling the Mylodonthrough to infra-red imaging. This will be the most thorough attempt to find Mylodon yet made.

This Project: Not for the Superstitious

Many of those connected with the hunt for the giant sloth have died before their time. Bruce Chatwin, whose seminal book about exile In Patagonia was based on the giant sloth story, died aged 48 in 1989. Ramon Lista was assassinated in the Chacos forest in 1897 by two guides who were leading him to the Pilcomayo River. Nobody knows why.

Three leading members of the Smithsonian Institute in the 19th century, who formed a science and drinking society called the Megatherium Club, died in their thirties and forties. The club's leader, William Stimpson, died of tuberculosis aged 40. Robert Kennicott, died aged 30 of heart failure—possibly suicide—on a collecting trip to Alaska. Fielding B. Meek died young of TB. And Hesketh Prichard perished of blood poisoning in 1922 aged 45.

These tragedies are not discouraging the work of the Max Planck Institute in Munich. Scientists there have identified DNA from Megatherium feces found in a cave in Nevada, USA. The next generation of giant sloths could be roaming the forests of southern Germany. But to a boy who was brought up on stories of his great grandfather's exploits in Patagonia, where's the fun in that?

DESCRIPTION OF THE MAPINGUARI

The Mapinguari is described as capable of rising up on two legs. When standing like this it is said to reach up to six feet in height. Therefore, cryptozoologists who are investigating this creature usually think that if it exists, it is really a giant sloth. It's possible that this form of the Mapinguari is the source of the Bolivian jucucu reports. Even its footprints resemble those of the giant sloth.

The Stats – (Where Applicable)
• Classification: Presumed Extinct / Other
• Size: 6 to 9 feet tall
• Weight: 500-2000 pounds
• Diet: Vegetation (Omnivore?)
• Location: South America
• Movement: 4-legged walking (Occasionally 2-legged for short distances)
• Environment: Tropical Forest

BEHAVIOR

The Mapinguari is normally reported in South America. It is said to be largely nocturnal and to have a strange, frightful cry and a foul smell. It has extremely powerful claws that can shred palm trees. Its hair is usually said to be red in colour.

When surprised or threatened, it is believed to rise up on its hind legs, emit its fierce cry and display its claws. It will also become aggressive if its territory is invaded. The Mapinguari has enormous strength and would be, without a doubt, capable of tearing a fully-grown man into pieces.

Most accounts state the Mapinguari is a carnivore, although not necessarily a human-eater. When it senses humans, it stands up on its rear legs and is as tall as seven feet. The nocturnal animal has a lumbering gait like Grizzly bears.
  • It’s said to have a flat snout and, normally, it moves clumsily on four legs.
  • These are large animals of a particular region or time.
  • Generally, they are defined as animals that weigh over 1102 pounds to over a ton.
According to legend, it is slow but ferocious and very dangerous due to its ability to move without noise in between the thick vegetation, its only weakness being that of avoiding water bodies (which limits its movements in a region where so many rivers, brooklets and lagoons exist, especially during the rainy season). However, other accounts describe it as being as much at home in the water as on land.

MAPINGUARI: MYTH OR CRYPTID?

Ornithologist David C. Oren, head of the Zoology Division of Emile Goeldi Museum in Belém, Brazil, spent eight years gathering accounts of the creature. His findings suggest that the Mapinguarimay be a descendent of Megatherium, a species believed to be extinct, and he speculated it might be a surviving Mylodon.

Oren is the researcher who is most strongly associated with the theory that Mapinguarylegends represent sightings of living giant sloths who survived the Ice Age extinctions, but there are many other scientists and adventurers who have looked into the problem. Charles Fort was perhaps the first to suggest the survival of giant ground sloths in South America, in reference to legends about the "blonde beast" of Patagonia.

Megatheriinae were a group of elephant-sized ground sloths that evollutionists believe lived from 2 million to 8,000 years ago (some scientists think as recently as 4,000 to 1,000 years ago). Its smaller ground sloth-type relatives were the Mylodon. Giant ground sloths such as the mylodon used to exist but are believed by mainstream scientists to be long extinct. If one still exists then it could be an example of the "Lazarus effect" or more properly the "Lazarus taxon".

The Lazarus Taxon

In paleontology, a Lazarus taxon (plural taxa) is a taxon that disappears from one or more periods of the fossil record, only to appear again later. The term refers to an account in the Gospel of John, in which Jesus miraculously raised Lazarus from the dead. Lazarus taxa are observational artifacts that appear to occur either because of (local) extinction, later resupplied, or as a sampling artifact. If the extinction is conclusively found to be total (global or worldwide) and the supplanting species is not a lookalike (an "Elvis" species), the observational artifact is overcome. The fossil record is inherently imperfect (only a very small fraction of organisms become fossilized) and contains gaps not necessarily caused by extinction, particularly when the number of individuals in a taxon becomes very low. If these gaps are filled by new fossil discoveries, a taxon will no longer be classified as a Lazarus taxon.

(Cryptozoologist's Note: In evolutionary paleontology, an "Elvis taxon" (plural Elvis taxa) is a taxon which has been misidentified as having re-emerged in the fossil record after a period of presumed extinction, but is not actually a descendant of the original taxon, instead having developed a similar morphology through convergent evolution. This implies the extinction of the original taxon is real, and the two taxa are polyphyletic. By contrast, a Lazarus taxon is one which actually is a descendant of the original taxon, and highlights missing fossil records, which may be filled later. A "Zombie taxon" is a type of Lazarus taxon sample that was mobile in the time between its original death and its subsequent discovery in a site of younger classification. The term was coined by D. H. Erwin and M. L. Droser in a 1993 paper to distinguish descendant from non-descendant taxa: "Rather than continue the biblical tradition favored by Jablonski (for Lazarus taxa), we prefer a more topical approach and suggest that such taxa should be known as Elvis taxa, in recognition of the many Elvis impersonators who have appeared since the death of The King." (Erwin, D.H. and Droser, M.L., 1993. Elvis taxa. Palaios, v.8, p.623-624.)

The terms "Lazarus effect" or "Lazarus species" have also found some acceptance in neontology — the study of extant organisms, as contrasted with paleontology — as an organism that is rediscovered alive after having been widely considered extinct for years (a recurring IUCN Red List species for example). Examples include the Wollemi pine, the Jerdon's courser, the ivory-billed woodpecker (disputed), the Mahogany Glider and the Takahe, a flightless bird endemic to New Zealand. It should be noted, however, that being "extinct" strongly relates to the sampling intensity and the whims of the IUCN, and that such a period of apparent extinction is too short for species to be designated as "Lazarus taxa" (in its paleontological meaning).

Lazarus taxa that reappear in nature after being known only as old enough fossils can be seen as an informal subcategory of the journalist's "living fossils", because a taxon cannot become globally extinct and reappear. If the original taxon went globally extinct, the new taxon must be an "Elvis" taxon. On the other hand, all species "correctly considered living fossils" (with all conditions fulfilled, living and found through a considerable part of the geologic timescale) cannot be Lazarus taxa.

Another suggestion is that the Mapinguari, if it exists, might not be a sloth but some unusual form of anteater.

THE EVIDENCE

Despite repeated efforts, until recently, searches for verifiable physical evidence remained futile. The only evidence for the existence of the Mapinguariwas anecdotal. Theories of the identity of the Mapinguari suggested that it was a giant primate, a giant ground sloth, or possibly even an unusual giant anteater, perhaps Myrmecophaga tridactyla.

Ornithologist David C. Oren collected evidence to prove the Mapinguariexisted, but most of what he collected turned out to be anteater scat, agouti fur, inconclusive tracks and tree claw marks.Other evidence had been found suggesting the Giant Sloth's survival into modern times. There is reason to believe Indians hunted them. Fresh skin, dung and footprints had been discovered in a cave in the Patagonian region of Argentina in 1895. Tales of the native Indians revealed that when they tried hunting these creatures with arrows, the arrows bounced off their skin. It was discovered that Megatheriumhad a layer of strong, bony armor in its skin, something also seen in the skins found in the cave. There had also been sightings of giant ground sloths in the area. One of the witnesses was Ramon Lista, the governor of Argentina.

Unfortunately, anecdotal evidence, even eyewitness accounts, do not constitute incontrovertible evidence of the existence of the Mapinguari. So far, there had been no solid physical evidence and no documented sightings of a living Mapinguari...until now!

Aknowledgements

I would like to personally thank my good friend Randy Merrill for allowing me to borrow his own research on the fascinating Mapinguary and repost it on my blog. His website may be found at The Cryptozoologist. Thank You, Randy!!

Sources

MAPINGUARI: LEGENDARY MAN-EATING CRYPTID OF THE AMAZON RAINFOREST - PART 1

MAPINGUARI: LEGENDARY MAN-EATING CRYPTID OF THE AMAZON RAINFOREST - PART 2

The Hairy Hands of Dartmoor

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Since the early 1900s, something sinister has haunted the back roads of Dartmoor in Devon, England. Around 1910, an unknown force began to torment the locals on what is now B3212 Road (which can be found between the villages of Postbridge and Two Bridges). By coincidence (or perhaps not), Dartmoor is also the setting of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s 1902 crime thriller, The Hound of the Baskervilles, starring the world-famous detective Sherlock Holmes.
 
According to local legends, this entity manifests itself as a pair of large, hairy disembodied hands. Sometimes, the Hands are described as having claws. According to the stories, the Hairy Hands appear out of thin air and clamp themselves down onto the steering wheel of the car or the handlebars of the motorcycle (whatever the victim happens to be driving at the time, badly frightening the victim. The Hands are described as having great strength, and many witnesses can attest to having struggled with the phantom appendages for control of the vehicle. Eventually, the struggling victims are violently forced off of the side of the road, resulting in serious injuries to many witnesses and causing at least one death. Curiously enough, in at least one case a victim described “an overwhelming smell of sulfur” remaining after the Hairy Hands disappeared. Could this be an indication of a demonic manifestation? Perhaps. But one thing is clear: the Hairy Hands hate people, and the entity particularly loathes those who are using vehicles. Its only purpose seems to be to wreak death and destruction on as many living people as it possibly can.
 
While the origins of the Hairy Hands remain unclear and shrouded in legend, the history of the entity’s attacks has been documented very well. For a little over a decade, the attacks were, while malicious, surprisingly mild. But in 1921, tragedy struck on the moors.  In June, Dr. E.H. Helby, a medical officer at Dartmoor Prison, met an untimely death on the B3212 road when he lost control of his motorcycle and the adjoining sidecar, which held his two children. He shouted at them to jump to safety, and they obeyed. The good Doctor Helby himself was thrown out of his seat and died instantly, apparently of a broken neck. There seems to have been no mention of the Hairy Hands in this particular account, but that does not rule out the possibility that this was an attack by the Hands.
 
On August 26 of that same year, a young captain of the British Army also lost control of his motorcycle and was thrown into the verge (or shoulder) of the road, despite being described by the media as “a very experienced rider”. The young man survived, but just barely. Later, in response to media questioning, the captain stated that: “It was not my fault. Believe it or not, something drove me off the road. A pair of hairy hands closed over mine. I felt them as plainly as ever I felt anything in my life – large, muscular, hairy hands. I fought them for all I was worth, but they were too strong for me. They forced the machine into the turf at the edge of the road, and I knew no more till I came to myself, lying a few feet away on my face on the turf.”
 
In the summer of 1924, another attack took place. This time, the respected and well-known Devonshire folklorist Theo Brown found herself under a supernatural assault while vacationing in a caravan that was only half a mile from the dark road where pretty much all of the previous activity had taken place. Later on, long after her encounter had taken place, Brown went on to write up a very detailed account of her nighttime encounter with the Hairy Hands. While out on that particular night, Brown said that she had sensed that there was “some power very seriously menacing” nearby, and knew that she had to act quickly. Looking through a small window, she saw something move. As she stared out the window, she realized that it was “the fingers and palm of a very large hand with many hairs on the joints and back of it”, pulling itself up towards the slightly-open window. Brown knew immediately that the entity wanted to hurt and possibly even kill herself and her husband, who was asleep. She knew that this hand didn’t belong to anything human, and that “no blow or shot would have any power over it”. Almost immediately, Brown made the Sign of the Cross and “prayed very much that we might be kept safe”. The hand almost instantly began to sink out of sight, and she knew that the danger had finally passed. Theo said a prayer of thanks and fell into a deep sleep afterwards. Brown and her husband stayed in that area for several weeks, and they never encountered the evil of the Hairy Hands again after that. Brown admits, however, that she “did not feel happy in some places” near that particular spot, nor would she “have walked alone on the moor at night or on the Tor above our caravan.”
 
One tale of the Hairy Hands was related to writer Michael Williams, author of the book Supernatural Dartmoor, by a journalist by the name of Rufus Endle. Endle himself had encountered the Hairy Hands whilst driving near the village of Postbridge on an unknown date, where he says that “a pair of hands gripped the driving wheel and I had to fight for control”. In the end, Endle narrowly managed to avoid a crash. The Hairy Hands themselves mysteriously vanished. Understandably, Endle specifically asked that his story was not to be published until after his death.
 
Another incident was related to Brown by Mrs. E. Battiscombe in 1961: “A young man undertook to run in to Princetown on his motorcycle to get something for his landlady. In about an hour he returned to Penlee, very white and shaken, and saying he had had a curious experience. He said he felt his hands gripped by two rough and hairy hands and every [effort] made to throw him off his machine.” No further details are recorded.
 
There is one notable tale of an attack by the Hairy Hands that is slightly confusing, in that there is no date or even a year given. So, it could be an older case, or it could be a more recent one. However, the story mentions that the Hairy Hands had been haunting the B3212 road for sixty years at this point, and the first reports of this entity began to occur in 1910. So, it may be reasonably assumed that this encounter took place in the early 1960s. This account involves a twenty-eight-year-old woman by the name of Florence Warwick, a holiday-maker (someone who has taken a vacation or a holiday). At this point, Florence had never heard of Dartmoor’s Hairy Hands in Devon. That very night, however, Florence would discover everything that she never wanted to know on the dark B3212 road…
 
One night, Florence was driving down the B3212 road when her car began to sputter. Sh proceeded to pull over to the side of the road, where she pulled out a handbook to read. She had just gotten done with a sightseeing tour, and now she was having car trouble! Florence recalled that, “As I was reading in the failing light, a cold feeling suddenly came over me.” She had the distinctive feeling that she was being watched. Florence looked up and saw “a pair of huge, hairy hands pressed against the windscreen." “I tried to scream,” she said, “but couldn’t. I was frozen with fear.” Florence watched as the disembodied hands (which, as noted earlier, were said to have haunted the B3212 road for sixty years at this point) began to slowly crawl across the windshield. She recalled the experience clearly, saying “It was horrible, they were just inches away,” she had said. “After what seemed like a lifetime, I heard myself cry out and the hands seemed to vanish.” Florence was so frightened at this point that she hardly noticed that her car started immediately when she turned her key in the ignition. She proceeded to hit the accelerator and drove the full twenty miles back to Torbay, where she was staying with some friends. By the time she had arrived, Florence had started to believe that she had imagined the entire thing. But then, once she had arrived home, her friends told her the story of the Hairy Hands. Florence was shocked, and more than just a little shaken. She now knew that she had just encountered the Hairy Hands of Dartmoor.
 
Several decades later, in the beginning of the twenty-first century, it would seem that the Hairy Hands are still pursuing their evil agenda. In an encounter told to author Nick Redfern, Michael Anthony was traveling back home after a long day of working. Michael works for the largest supplier of photocopy machines in Britain and therefore has to travel frequently in order to sell his wares. Late at night, on January 16, 2008, Michael was driving along on the B3212 road at around 11pm, on his way home to the city of Bristol. That day, he had been visiting with a customer in the village of Postbridge, who wanted to rent several photocopiers for his new business endeavor. Deals were made, contracts were signed, and Michael was finally headed home for some well-deserved rest. Little did the salesman know that he would have an encounter with supernatural forces on his way home that he would never forget…
 
Michael had just driven out of Postbridge when his skin began to feel cold and clammy, apparently for no reason. Furthermore, he began to feel a kind of dread and began to grow inexplicably fearful. He was at loss for a logical explanation, which only made matters worse. After being away from his wife and his two daughters for several days, the leisurely drive home usually cheered him up. Tonight, fate had terrifyingly different plans for him, though. A couple of minutes later, the atmosphere within the confines of his car began to feel oppressive, and even evil. His hands went numb, and Michael added “I actually thought I was having a stroke.” The reality of the situation turned out to be far worse, however.
 
As had occurred so many times mere decades earlier, a huge pair of hairy hands, “or paws” (as he described them), clamped themselves over his own as Michael stared in horror. Suddenly, the disembodied hands attempted to force his car off of the road and onto the dark moors. The monstrous hands tried this three times, but Michael managed to fight off the attempts each time. Perhaps tiring of its victim’s struggles, the hands suddenly disappeared in a flash of light (which illuminated the inside of the car), leaving behind an overpowering odor of sulfur. Understandably, Michael sped up and didn’t stop until he reached a service station on the M5 motorway. Michael had just been attacked by the Hairy Hands. Fortunately, the entity was prevented from claiming yet another victim on that dark night.
 
With that ends the accounts of encounters with the Hairy Hands. However, while the eyewitness stories may have come to an end, the legend itself does not. Strangely enough, most variations of the legends do not give the origins of the Hairy Hands, which is usually not the case with most ghost stories. A few local versions of the story blame the manifestations on an unnamed man who died on the road due to an accident. Again, no specific details of when this happened, who the man actually was, or how exactly he died are given. So, what are the Hairy Hands? And where did they come from? One story (which may or may not be true) gives one possible (if rather unsatisfying) answer to this part of the mystery.
 
In the early 1800s, there were a number of powder mills around Dartmoor. These mills were used to manufacture gunpowder for use in the local quarries. It was a very busy business, having around one hundred workers (and their families) at a given time. Still, it was extremely dangerous work, as even the slightest spark could set off a huge explosion that could cause serious injuries and even death. Thus, the workers wore rope-soled shoes while working, as the steel-studded worker’s boots (which were common at the time) would emit sparks whenever the man wearing them came into contact with any rocks. This would prove to be the downfall of one man, and would go on to cause a terrifying haunting.
 
Among the workers at the powder mill was the local blacksmith, a big, burly man with strong, hairy arms and hands. He was a friendly and hard-working man who used his considerable metalworking skills to fix and maintain the machinery around the mill. He was both respected and well-liked by everyone. One summer’s evening, after having had a few tankards of ale with some friends, he decided to stop down at the mill. The problem was that the blacksmith was still wearing his steel-studded boots! He took one misstep, and the resulting explosion was heard for miles around. When the dust had settled, all that was found of the blacksmith was his large, hairy hands (the body was presumably consumed by the explosion). To this day, it is said, those hands still roam the moors at night, most likely searching for its lost body…
 
While this story could be true (most ghost stories have a historical background that lends credence to the haunting), what is the real story behind the Hairy Hands of Dartmoor? Theories abound as to what the entity’s true nature might be. Some people believe that it could be a modern-day incarnation of goblins or something related to the Will O’the Wisp, an eerie, spectral flame or luminescence that delights in leading travelers astray and into dangerous situations. Others have suggested that it may be a present-day Gremlin, a goblinlike creature that is known for sabotaging airplanes and electronic equipment. Gremlins were often blamed for mechanical failures in aircraft during World War II. Wreaking havoc with motorists and drivers in cars and on motorcycles wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. Still, the aggressive nature of this entity suggests that there is a much more malevolent force at work here than ghouls and goblins out for a good time on an isolated stretch of road…
 
Other, more intriguing theories have been suggested as to what the true identity of the Hairy Hands really is. Authors and cryptozoologists Jonathan Downes and Nick Redfern have suggested that this ghostly entity may in fact be a modern-day manifestation of a shapeshifting evil that has been spoken of for centuries, a deadly monster known as the Kelpie. Legends from the Highlands of Scotland say that the Kelpie (sometimes known as the water horse or each-uisge) is a supernatural beast that dwells within the lochs and rivers of Scotland, and is said to have the ability to shapeshift at will. Most commonly, the Kelpie takes the form of a horse, tempting weary travelers to climb onto its back. Those who do find themselves stuck to the creature’s back, unable to escape. The Kelpie then dashes headlong into the water, where it proceeds to drown and devour its prey (according to some legends, only the liver is left untouched). Additionally, the Kelpie is able to take the form of a gorgeous young woman or a large, hair-covered man that hides in the vegetation along the waterways. It then attacks and slaughters the unwary who happen to pass by. Perhaps the Kelpie has adapted somewhat to the modern world, and now actively seeks to cause car accidents in order to prey on the drivers by assuming the form of a pair of large, hairy hands that suddenly appear and strives to force cars and motorcycles off of the road, thus causing grievous injuries and even death. People in such a state would be easyprey for the Kelpie at this point. Still, there are other theories to consider.
 
Based on the eyewitness accounts and their descriptions of feeling a cold sensation and, in one case, the overwhelming stink of sulfur, another theory that could be presented is that the Hairy Hands are a demon manifestation. This also explains, as in Theo Brown’s 1924 encounter, why making the Sign of the Cross and praying for deliverance from evil was able to scare the entity away. And finally, as most people believe, the Hairy Hands could be a malevolent ghost. The feeling of dread and feeling unnaturally cold before the Hairy Hands appear would point the investigation in the direction of a haunting. Sudden or tragic death are both known to create ghosts, and stories of a man dying in an accident on the road or of a friendly blacksmith  dying in a tragic explosion and leaving only his hands remaining both fit the bill for a restless spirit.
 
Regardless of which theory (or theories) a person chooses to believe, it is apparent that the Hairy Hands are a supernatural manifestation of relentless evil. Once the stories appeared in the national newspaper, it prompted several investigations into the B3212 road. Eventually, it was determined that the sheer number of accidents was most likely due to the camber (or arches) of the road’s surface, which was dangerously high in some places. This was immediately fixed. There were even some skeptics who questioned the stories and the validity of the eyewitnesses. These skeptics stated that most of the accidents were cause by people who were unfamiliar with the area driving too fast down the narrow roads, causing them to misjudge the road and lose control of their vehicles. But what about the Hairy Hands themselves? Can the skeptics be so quick as to dismiss the legends and the many encounters that have taken place on the road over the years? One would be inclined to say that too much has happened for the tales to be so easily dismissed. Most recently, a speed limit of forty miles per hour was imposed upon the B3212 road to protect wandering livestock. But will this stop the Hairy Hands? It might just be too early to say.
 
Without a doubt, the legend of the Hairy Hands is ingrained into the folklore and culture of Dartmoor. As the 2008 encounter of Michael Anthony has proven, the legend of Dartmoor’s Hairy Hands persists to this day, and the inhabitants of Dartmoor still greatly fear the sudden appearance of the sinister Hairy Hands.
 
Acknowledgements
 
I would like to take this opportunity to thank my good friend Nick Redfern for graciously allowing me to use some of his books for my research. Otherwise, this would have been a very short entry, indeed. He has greatly helped me through messaging and answering my questions (not to mention having had patience with me as well!), and I owe him a debt. Thank You, Nick!!!
 
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Redfern, Nick. Wildman! The Monstrous and Mysterious Saga of the 'British Bigfoot'. North Devon, England: CFZ Press. Copyright ©2012 by CFZ Publications.
 
Steiger, Brad. Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits, and Haunted Places (Second Edition). Canton, Michigan: Visible Ink Press®. Copyright ©2013 by Brad Steiger.

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The Kewanee Deerman

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Illinois seems to be a haven for the weird and the monstrous. Thunderbirds, the Enfield Horror, and even the Sasquatch all call Illinois home. But since the 1960s, the people in the town of Kewanee in Henry County, Illinois have told stories of a bizarre hybrid monster that is known for haunting the woods around that area. He preys on the local population, terrifying the local teenagers who dare to seek out the local "Lover's Lane" for some privacy. This local urban legend is known as the Deerman.

The Deerman has been seen by local teenagers since at least the late 1950s in the densely-wooded area surrounding Johnson Sauk Trail State Park. According to legend, the Deerman is half human and half deer, having the antlered head and the partial torso of a buck deer, the arms of a man, and the legs and the lower body of a fully-grown man. The creature is bipedal and comes out at night, where it is said to hunt human prey. It takes a perverse delight in scaring the wits out of teenagers who have come to the park for some private time with their lovers. Legends say that a person who sees the Deerman three times will die, most likely at the monster’s hands (or perhaps hooves, in this case).

It was during the late ‘50s or the early 1960s that the Deerman was first reported in Kewanee by the now-former editor of the Star Courier, Jerry Moriarity. Once the word was out, the legend began to grow considerably. Graffiti began to appear around the town, saying “Fear Deerman”, “The Deerman Lives”, “Deerman Was Here” or something of a similar nature. The legend has been kept alive by the youth of the town and the efforts of Dave Clarke, who has written a number of articles about the creature over the last few years. The most recent article appeared in March 2011 when Clarke, along with help from Kevin Jones (a Kewanee native and a 1967 graduate of Kewanee High School), reported on a possible link between the Deerman and the ancient Celtic deity known as Cernunnos in the form of a ten-and-a-half inch bronze statue of the deity. Kevin says that he found the statue in, of all places, a catalog of Celtic merchandise and novelty items. The statue was listed as costing $62.00 (if that is of any significance at all).

Cernunnos, also known as the “Horned One”, is the Celtic deity of life, animals, fertility, monetary wealth, and the underworld. He was worshipped all over Gaul, and his cult eventually crossed over into Britain as well. He is depicted as having a stag’s antlers, and is sometimes seen carrying a bag of coins. According to the ancient mythology, Cernunnos is said to have been born on the Winter Solstice (December 21st, the longest day of the year), marries the goddess of the moon on Beltane (the Gaelic May Day festival, held somewhere between the spring equinox and the Summer Solstice, between April 30th and May 1st), and he finally dies on the Summer Solstice (June 21st, the shortest day of the year). In this way, along with the goddess of the moon (no name is given), he rules over life and death. His existence is a constant cycle of birth, death, and rebirth.

Could a manifestation of this ancient mythological figure be stalking the woods of Illinois? It is said that deer are the emissaries of Cernunnos, and that they will do whatever he asks them to do. Perhaps this is merely a servant of the deity, who has gone mad in this modern era?  In any case, it is clear that something once did or perhaps still is stalking through the woods of Illinois. Nobody knows for sure, but it is likely that the truth will never be known. Perhaps the creature still walks among the trees, hunting for its next meal. Whatever this strange hybrid monster might be, it is perhaps wisest to leave the creature alone.

Comments

I would like to point out that, as a Lutheran Christian, I believe that there is only one true God, and that I do not in any way mean to suggest that there may be other deities of any kind. I mean no offense to anyone by saying this, but I just wanted to make it clear that I pray and answer to only one God.

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Encounters with Flying Humanoids: Mothman, Manbirds, Gargoyles & Other Winged Beasts, by Ken Gerhard

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Most of us who study monsters and the paranormal have undoubtedly heard of strange winged monsters known as flying humanoids. These creatures have humanlike bodies, walk in a bipedal manner, and are described as having huge batlike or birdlike wings. One notable example is the Mothman, a seven-foot winged humanoid creature with glowing red eyes that terrorized the town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia from 1966 to 1967. These sightings culminated with the collapse of the Silver Bridge on December 15, 1967. To this day, the Mothman has been seen throughout the world.

But the Mothman isn't the only such winged creature. Sightings of flying, humanlike creatures have been recorded throughout history, and not all of them look or behave the same way. In his upcoming new book, renowned cryptozoologist and monster hunter Ken Gerhard looks at each of these creatures, the sightings, their physical traits and behaviors, and the terror that they have inspired.

The Amazon page of Encounters with Flying Humanoids has this much to say about the book:

"The fascinating stories of flying humanoids from around the world."

"A strange creature with gigantic, blood-red embers for eyes crept out of the dark in West Virginia. Dozens of witnesses reported seeing the winged beast—later identified as the Mothman—take flight, chasing cars at speeds exceeding 100 miles per hour."

"Cryptozoologist Ken Gerhard has traveled the world collecting evidence on the Mothman, the Owlman, the Van Meter Creature, the Valkyrie of Voltana, the Houston Batman, and other strange “bird people” that have been sighted throughout history. Packed with famous historical cases and dozens of chilling first-person accounts, this is the first book to focus exclusively on flying humanoids—a wide array of airborne entities that seem to feed off our deepest fears."

With a foreword written by leading cryptozoologist Dr. Karl P.N. Shuker, Encounters with Flying Humanoids is the first book of its kind to focus exclusively on these flying monsters. Published by Llewellyn Publications, and at two hundred and forty pages in length, you can be assured that this will be a long and engaging read that will educate, please, and delight readers who have an interest in the weirder, supernatural side of our lives.

This exciting book is due to be released on September 8, 2013. I've already pre-ordered my copy from Amazon, which I did in late June. Because of this, I get the Pre-Order Price Guarantee, which means that I will pay the lowest price that has been listed on the book's page, no matter what the book's price might be when it is finally released. I have my copy lined up. Do you?

Encounters with Flying Humanoids: Mothman, Manbirds, Gargoyles & Other Winged Beasts

Imps

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Imps are small demons that serve those who have sworn loyalty to Satan. Basically, they're the Devil's interns. Paracelsus, the Swiss medieval doctor and alchemist, is said to have kept one sealed within the crystal pommel of his sword, which was inscribed with the word zoth (whether this was the Imp's name or a word of power is based purely on speculation). However, the fact of the matter remains that imps are evil spirits, conjured from the bowels of Hell to wreak havoc on Satan's enemies. Imps are kept inside of a bottle or a ring, emerging at the master's command. In this regard, the Imp is very much like a witch's familiar, and can be either good or evil. These demons are usually invoked for spellcasting, healing, charms, and divination, but they are also called forth by mages during rituals involving ceremonial magic. Imps are controlled using incantations, words, and names of power.

Imps, from medieval times to the present day, are favored by witches, serving as familiars. Imps are able to take on the forms of various animals, birds, and insects in order to carry out the commands of a wizard, a witch, or an alchemist. Witch Hunters, during the time of the Inquisition, believed that witches rewarded the imps by suckling the creatures with their own blood, and often accused suspected witches of such behavior. The blood was usually sucked from the breasts (namely the nipples), fingers, warts, or any other odd protuberances on the skin.

It should be noted that, like most demons, an Imp may be kept at bay with an unbroken line of salt, or can possibly be destroyed with a cold-forged iron blade or silver. Oftentimes, shooting a witch's familiar with a silver bullet will also kill or at least wound the witch herself as well.

Although imps are minor demons, they can still be dangerous. It is perhaps best not to trifle with these creatures to begin with. The conjurer may live to regret it.

Sources

Illes, Judika. Encyclopedia of Spirits: The Ultimate Guide to the Magic of Fairies, Genies, Demons, Ghosts, Gods & Goddesses. New York: HarperCollins Publishers. Copyright ©2009 by Judika Illes.

Masello, Robert. Fallen Angels…And Spirits of the Dark. Perigree Publishing. Copyright ©1994 by Robert Masello.

The Rabisu

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The people of ancient Babylonia believed that hordes of evil spirits are to be found everywhere, both within and outside of man's domain. Among these invisible entities are the Rabisu, "the ones that lie in wait". The demon's mere presence makes the hair of any man or woman stand on end. In other words, this spirit is so terrifying that it is literally indescribable. The only real representations that are known of the Rabisu are the images and the words of incantations and those inscribed on talismans and amulets used to ward them off.

According to Akkadian mythology, the Rabisu (meaning "the vagabond" or "the seizer") is a demon or an evil spirit with vampiric tendencies. It lurks about the entrances and thresholds of houses and hides in dark corners, where it awaits a chance to attack any passersby. Doors and bolts will not stop them, nor will closed windows, as the Rabisu will slither through such openings like a snake. In some instances, these demons are known to lurk upon rooftops, where they await an opportunity to pounce on and devour newborn babies. In the biblical Book of Genesis, God says to the murderer Cain, "Sin crouches at the door." This passage from the Holy Bible may indeed refer to the Rabisu as being a very real threat. The Lord God is essentially saying that evil is always present and lurking about, ready to attack and devour the unwary.

The Rabisu dwell in the Babylonian equivalent of Hell, living in the Desert of Anguish, where they ambush the souls of the recently dead as they travel down the Road of Bone towards the City of the Dead. It is ruled by the goddess Ereshkigal and her consort, the death god Nergal. In the ancient texts, one finds that the Hebrew word Sheol is also used to describe the Babylonian underworld many times, and thus it may be surmised that these two versions of Hell are very similar to one another. This place is known as Irkalla, which was once another name for the goddess Ereshkigal, until Nergal made his way down to the underworld and seduced her. To get there, the souls of the dead had to pass through seven different gateways, and each gateway had its own guardian. Each of these guardians was more fearsome and more formidable than the previous one.

In order to get through the gates to Irkalla, the deceased had to bribe the guardians with the articles of clothing and jewelry on their person. Once the souls had made their way through the gates, they were greeted by a world similar to the living one, only much more dreary in comparison. Irkalla is the ultimate destination of every living soul after they die, and not necessarily punishment for one's sins or wrongdoings during his or her lifetime. However, there was no reward for one's kindness or good deeds to be had in this place, either. On a more depressing note, the dead had nothing to eat or drink but dust. Furthermore, these spirits wouldn't live forever in this hell, but their bodies would continue to decay, just as they would while buried in the ground. But Irkalla wasn't necessarily an evil place. Ereshkigal and Nergal served as the guardians of the dead, protecting and watching over them.

It is said that an unbroken line of pure sea salt will ban the Rabisu from harming others, as salt represents incorruptible life and purity. Salt comes from the sea, and it is said that life itself emerged from the sea. In ancient times, inverted bowls with magical charms engraved into the surface were placed in the four corners of building foundations. This was done with the hopes that the bowls would trap any Rabisu nearby and prevent them from hurting or even killing passersby. Sometimes, such demons may be stopped by merely closing the door on them. However, the solution to stopping any evil force is rarely that simple. In ancient times, it is said that kings placed statues of powerful demons at their palace entrances not only to pay homage to these spirits, but to ask for protection against lesser spirits. Such statues functioned not only as decoration, but also as apotropaics (repelling evil), essentially scaring the lesser demons (like the Rabisu) away from such places. Crossing oneself before crossing a threshold is considered to be helpful, as will maintaining a certain degree of awareness at the entrance of any house. Some sources also claim that staying in company with good friends (i.e. the type that produces hearty laughter and pleasant noise) will drive the Rabisu away.

At one time, the Rabisu preyed upon humans for their vital energies, or lifeforce. They could then manipulate this energy, enabling them to move objects (essentially creating a poltergeist effect). This activity in turn created a greater amount of negative energy in their human victims: fear itself. Once the Rabisu had tasted the fear of their victims, they were addicted. Not only was the energy itself powerful, but it also made these demons so powerful that they were able to directly influence the minds of their victims as well. Then sorcerers started summoning these demonic spirits, enabling the Rabisu to take on a physical form. Unfortunately, there were (and still are) always practitioners of ancient black magic who were a little overzealous or became just a little bit too overconfident. The Rabisu had taught these men and women how to summon them, so that the demons could do their bidding. Those who grew too arrogant or too confident were slaughtered by the Rabisu, who now had a corporeal form with which to do such damage. The demons tore into their bodies with relish, but something happened: the Rabisu had tasted human blood. This changed the demons, and there was no going back to how things had been before.

Eventually, the sorcerers found a way to actually control the Rabisu. However, some of these demons managed to escape and found a way to maintain a corporeal state: through the possession of the corpses of the recently dead. According to ancient legend, this ungodly combination of rotting human flesh and evil demonic spirit became the first true Vampire. Furthermore, by killing humans and feeding on the blood, the Rabisu are able to create other vampires as well, thus perpetuating the existence of their own species. Keep in mind, however, that this is purely speculation, and that it cannot be proved or disproved to any degree.

But is this legend true? Is there any historical or physical evidence to lend credence to such a claim? The truth is that, while there may be some truth to the legend itself, there is little or no evidence to support such a theory. Nobody knows how the Vampire first truly came into being, and it is likely that no one ever will. People can only speculate. But regardless, it wasn't long before humans discovered that they could bargain with the Rabisu, offering up their blood and souls to these demons in exchange for worldly power, wealth, material possessions, and even supernatural powers. In other words, people made pacts with the Rabisu. People still make pacts with the Devil and lesser demons to this day, although it is far less common than it once was. But people who yearn for an easy way to power and glory soon find that, contrary to their own beliefs, they could not truly control the demons. The Rabisu do not feel compelled to answer for their actions to their so-called "master", and they answer to none but themselves.

Eventually, commoners began to search for the sorcerers who summoned such evil spirits. They would go to these dark magicians, seeking revenge against their enemies and those that had wronged them. For a price, the sorcerers would call upon the Rabisu and send them to exact the client's vengeance upon neighbors, ex-lovers, and those who are hated by the person in question. The wrath of these demons is both swift and utterly terrifying, as the Rabisu savor the taste of a victim's fear (which the demons also feed on), and rest assured that the victim’s death would be both slow and extremely painful. However, there is nothing to guarantee that the Rabisu won’t come after the one who asked the sorcerer to call them up in the first place. Toying with such forces is indeed the proverbial double-edged sword.

Nobody knows how numerous the Rabisu actually are, but if one takes into account that the most powerful demons are fallen angels who rebelled against God and the rest of the angelic host, one may assume that the numbers are very large indeed. The Scriptures say that a third of the angels in Heaven were cast down into the fiery pits of Hell, which would numerically translate into hundreds of thousands of these ferocious demons. Not all of these fallen angels became Rabisu though, nor were all of the demons of this species. In other words, not all demons are Rabisu. Each one is different in its own way. However, it does suggest that man has much to fear when the world comes to an end.

There can be no doubt that the Rabisu are extremely dangerous. They are vicious, animalistic demons, but they are both intelligent and cunning as well. These evil spirits feed on human blood, which gives them power, and may have led to the emergence of one of the most feared monsters in history and legend: the Vampire. It is unknown if these demons did indeed create the first bloodsucking undead, and one may only speculate as to the true causes of vampirism. Perhaps they truly are human corpses under demonic possession. But despite their overwhelming power, the Rabisu are limited in that they need a human to summon them into this world. The vampires that they create, on the other hand, are not so limited in their powers.

But regardless of such speculation, it is very possible that the Rabisu are still running rampant throughout the world, along with multitudes of other demons. Therefore, it pays to be continuously on guard against demonic attack, and it is through faith that mankind may be victorious against these evil spirits in the end.

Acknowledgements

I would like to take this opportunity to thank C. Silverthorn for graciously allowing me to use her own research to expand upon my own. If not for her generosity, this would have been a very short post indeed. Her website may be found at Silverthorn Press.

Sources

Guiley, Rosemary Ellen. The Encyclopedia of Demons and Demonology. New York: Checkmark Books. Copyright ©2009 by Visionary Living, Inc.

Mack, Carol K. and Dinah. A Field Guide to Demons, Vampires, Fallen Angels, and Other Subversive Spirits. New York: Arcade Publishing. Copyright ©1998, 2008, 2010, 2011 by Carol K. Mack and Dinah Mack.

The Rabisu ~ Vampiric Spirits

Rabisu (Wikipedia)

Teresa Wilde's Demon of the Week Blog: Rabisu

Irkalla (Wikipedia)

Rabisu (Monstropedia)

Accad and the Early Semites

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    Happy Halloween, everybody! According to Celtic legend, Samhain (as the pagan holiday literally means) is often translated to mean "Summer's End." It was (and still is) believed that, on this harvest festival, the veil between our world and the spirit realm is the thinnest, and may allow ghosts, demons, and evil spirits to pierce the veil and interact with the living, more often than not for malicious or evil purposes. Therefore, we wear masks to scare the evil spirits away. Thus, we dress as monsters and demons for Halloween, and proceed to "trick or treat" with others. If they do not give us a sweet treat, then a prank or a trick may be in order. Then the next time Samhain rears it's masked head, they will be more prepared. But even though the "ghosts and goblins" of today are merely children wearing masks and costumes, we must be aware that evil spirits and creatures of the night do indeed lurk in the darkness, waiting to devour the unwary...
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