Werewolves Do Exist
When the term werewolves pop up in general, miscellaneous conversations our sub-conscious instantaneously conjures fearsome images of large, canine-like creatures with serrated teeth having bits of torn sinewy meat trapped in-between each of them and a rippling muscular physique encompassed with fur as well as sharp claws and the strength of several men and the agility of well-disciplined athletes.
We regard werewolves to be the perfect cross between a wolf and a man. We deem the creature as possessing qualities known both to man and wolves and consequently they have been branded as a creature of the night. A terrifying abomination of nature, so hideous and grotesque, that our blood curdles at the probability of encountering a creature in the depths of a dense forest at the dead of night. They are stereotyped monsters of Hollywood. Their existence limited to elements of fiction.
But, as expected, this text is here to refute that notion. Werewolves do exist with fairly adequate …
Strange Beast On The Beach
My life has been full of brushes with the paranormal. I was born and raised in a hundred year old haunted house, and things have been progressively stranger since then. A lot of these incidents of the odd happened at my former job, a coal burning power plant located on the shore of lake Erie.
The plant was built on a nexus of sorts, every stripe of supernatural weirdness you could ever hope to experience or be subjected too was there. And as a security guard, you were going to see it all like it or not. We had a high turn over rate.
Out of all of the incidents, this was the winner. We used to do vehicle patrols on a near constant basis. On of the nicer routes was along the lake on a dirt road that sat about a story above the lake looking down on the beach. I used to park the patrol vehicle and sneak …
Strange Figure In The Dark
The following story is completely true, every detail as I remembered it as a kid.
When I was 10 years old my grandfather Robert took me up to a cabin he was trying to sell. He had purchased the cabin when his wife was still alive, but after she passed away the memories according to him were simply too much.
Anyway, my grandfather takes me up to the cabin which he had not visited for 4 or so years. He was signing paperwork and calling people to try and show the property off. The cabin was in upstate New York. I was raised in Philadelphia but he needed something far away from the city to relax. The purpose of our visit was to clear everything out worth something to us.