#night of terror bigfoot

[lucentparanormal]

“For years, Jack Osbourne and his friend, actor Jay Mewes, have been curious about the existence of the legendary creature known as Sasquatch, Yeti or most commonly, Bigfoot. Now, they're venturing into a remote region of northern Idaho, the site of the most reported Bigfoot sightings over the last half century, to figure out for themselves if Bigfoot is truly an undiscovered creature of North America’s wilderness, or simply an age-old legend.”

Jack Osbourne's Night of Terror: Bigfoot available to watch on discovery+.

[help-me-im-in-the-fandom]

When you stare into the Abyss: Origins

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It started out pretty simple, almost three months after he had began his career as Batman, intent to save the innocent just as much as punish the criminals of Gotham.

“Batman is still just a man, he’s not a god.”

He had overheard the words at a gala the first time, when airhead Brucie is drinking and flirting with all the pretty girls he can see.

The words of course, don’t visibly effect him, don’t make him pause in his step or his voice calling towards a nearby heiress falter.

However, his heart beats in his chest even as he cozies up to the woman.

Because in truth, Batman was just a man, a rich, overly trained and incredibly intelligent man, but a man nonetheless.

He tries to ignore it, but as he keeps hitting the streets to dig out the rotting tendrils of corruption in this horrible place, he keeps hearing it.

A pair of smokers outside a club known for the fact no woman ever escaped without being drugged to hell and back, talking quietly about the rumors of the Batman that had began picking off their friends one by one.

“I ain’t scare’ o’ i’ jus’a man inna cos’ume.”

“He’s a de’il I ‘ell ya, ‘ere ‘o ‘ollect ‘is souls.”

Batman stays still on the roof above him, but even days later with both men in costudy and the bar shut down for health code violations, his mind keeps going back to the conversation.

It’s whispered in alleys and under bridges and inside packed clubs, the words a mantra the criminals begin to say like a prayer.

It’s sneered with distaste inside the mansions and museums of the rich, joked about inside their ivory castles covered in blood.

It’s said fear inside workplaces and coffe shops, whispered in schools and parks for their only protector.

Batman is just a man.

It agitated Bruce, he doesn’t know why at first, because it is the truth, he is just a man.

Then he sees a blurry photo a the Gotham Gazete with a humanoid shape of shadows, it’s nothing more than a Bigfoot sighting, blurry and pixelated and might just be a trick of the light.

But it makes his stomach curl, because he knows he might not be that lucky next time, and how long would it take for people to start looking for Batman, if they think he is just a man and have a photo to prove it?

Bruce, after a decade of crime fighting, will tell anyone he regrets the decision he made that night, what it created.

His family will hug him and tell him he couldn’t have known.

Because in the bar stool of the kitchen where Alfred is plating an enormous plate of breakfast to make up for the calories lost the night before, he makes a decision.

Batman needed to be more than a man, perhaps not a god, but something close enough no one would ever accuse air-head Bruce Wayne of being the terror of Gotham’s underground.

Alfred will tell what followed was a three day whirlwind of creative insperatikn and sleep-deprived insanity mixed with an over caffeinated Billionaire’s pocket money.

Bruce would say it was three days of careful planning and precise research as well as dozens of mock up designs.

In the end it takes longer than a month for Bruce to implement the changes to his original suit design, practically scrapping it and starting over between dodging board meetings and stalking the streets.

But eventually, Bruce finishes his design, and that night the screams of terror are stronger for quite a while, after all, Batman is no longer just a man.

[bigfootbeat]

Bigfoot in New York

New York's diverse terrain has hosted sightings of Bigfoot, a creature often associated with the deep forests of the Pacific Northwest. Because of its large wilderness areas, the state provides a surprisingly suitable environment for one of these creatures. For example, the Adirondack Mountains, spanning more than six million acres, offer a multitude of lakes, rocky terrain, and lush woods. This far-flung and mostly unpopulated area provides the solitude and resources required for a creature like Bigfoot to flourish. Potential habitats include the vast woodlands of the Hudson Valley, the Catskill Mountains, and the Adirondacks. These regions' dense forests, steep gorges, and secret caverns provide the ideal hiding place for elusive creatures. The ecosystem's richness, along with its profusion of fauna and flora, may be able to support a population of enigmatic species.

Reliable witnesses have reported bigfoot sightings in New York for decades. A little town close to the Vermont border called Whitehall is one of the most well-known hotspots. Law enforcement officials documented numerous sightings in the 1970s, including accounts of a big, hairy creature crossing the road. These experiences have strengthened Whitehall's standing as a Bigfoot hotspot, drawing both researchers and enthusiasts. There have also been multiple sightings in the Hudson Valley. It is common for witnesses to report a towering, bipedal figure wandering silently through the woods or watching from a distance at the border of fields. Other enigmatic occurrences, such as odd noises or puzzling footprints, frequently accompany these sightings. Such a creature may stay out of sight from humans thanks to the area's rolling hills and extensive trees, which offer plenty of cover. Large footprints found near isolated hiking trails and strange howls that reverberate through the mountains at night are two examples of the many accounts of Bigfoot encounters in the Adirondacks. Hikers and campers occasionally describe feeling watched, which gives their outdoor experiences a sense of mystery and terror. The remoteness and untamed nature of this area make it a perfect place for anyone interested in learning more about the mythology or experiencing it firsthand.

In New York, conclusive proof of Bigfoot's existence is still elusive despite a plethora of tales. Many sightings, according to skeptics, could be the result of elaborate hoaxes or incorrect identifications of known creatures. Nonetheless, proponents insist that the sheer number of reliable stories raises the possibility that the legend is not as mythical as it seems. The fascination with Bigfoot in New York never goes away, combining the excitement of the unknown with folklore. Whether one believes in ghost stories or not, they maintain the mystery and entice people into the woods to look for explanations. The persistent Bigfoot mythos in New York is evidence of both the possibility of finding something unusual in the natural world and the human curiosity with the inexplicable.

[ankhmutes]

Forbidden Fruit (Richie/Berzatto sister)

So I did a thing I never thought I would do.

Wrote a one-shot smutty thing about Richie and a Berzatto sister. I hope y'all enjoy. It is unedited, done under the influence of a big fat beer and pizza. Honestly, I'm half horny for Jon Bernthal (Mikey) not even remotely interested in Richie, but my brain wouldn't let go of this plot bunny.

Minors please do not interact, since ya know, sex and all of that. Proceed at your own risk.

Richie knew he was fucked, when he set eyes on Mikey’s shadow, the youngest Berzatto girl. He remembered her as an annoying tag-along always in ripped jeans and Converse, always trying to chase after him and Michael. He’d chase her away, make her play with Carmy and Sugar. She and Michael shared the same dark curls, dark eyes, with the mischievous playful streak of pure hell and terror for anyone who dared to get close to them. Every family portrait, you could see the chocolate-haired and tattered bookends, with the graceful blonde Carmy and Sugar right smack in between. 

Until Michael ate his gun. 

Carmy flew home from New York. 

Shadow flew home from Seattle. No one knew where she had been, bumming around the pacific northwest, hunting for fucking bigfoot or taking pictures of trees or some bullshit, until sugar called her. 

“you gotta come home.”

Like they knew she’d come hurtling back, as if she heard Michael’s voice asking her to come play. 

There were no more games. There would be no more fights, no more screaming, no more forks thrown at the dinner table. 

It was friends and family night, and he hadn’t recognized her.  at first, at least. He wasn’t used to Michael’s Shadow with long hair, not since she had chopped it short after he and Michael had put gum into it. Her braces had disappeared, her smile a beaming smile that he saw every day in Michael’s face. Michael’s eyes staring at him. 

He remembered seeing her at the funeral, but that was a fucking funeral. His brain had been somewhere else, with Michael, in the ground. Now, he was alive, and his brain was telling him that this, this was something to be happy about. 

“You’re home!”

“What?”

“Shadow! She’s home.” Natalie said, shoving Richie to the side, throwing her arms around the tiny girl. When she had been tiny, thought Richie as he gawked down at the girl, just about Carmy’s height. Wild brown curls tangled with blonde, and Richie shut his mouth as he stared down at the youngest Berzatto. 

He had never seen her in a dress, Richie realized belatedly as he stared at the long legs; a small excuse of a dress wrapped around the soft curves of an actual woman with breasts- Before Richie could mentally compare the breasts in the dress to fruit, Sugar had her turned around, and Fak was in the way. 

Fuckng Fak, thought Richie as he blinked for a minute and concentrated on his job. He had to make the people happy. 

“Sit here, have my seat, keep him company.” Sugar said with a wink as she shoved the girl down in her seat. The younger girl giggled and nodded as she leaned forward, greeting her brother in law and exclaiming in delight over the baby and the restaurant. 

“Did you tell her?” Fak asked, peeking over Natalie’s shoulder, as Shadow glanced up  from her chatter and smiled, fucking smiled, right at Richie with that mischievous spark that he could remember in Mikey’s eye, which meant–She was up to no good. 

Blinking, Richie turned on his heel and tried not to blush, his hard-on trying to blast through his pants. Smoothing down his tie, Richie thrust himself into the work. Chatter in the kitchen picked up once Sugar announced that Shadow was here, and Mom was quickly forgotten. Richie blinked away his thoughts, throwing himself into his work and trying not to remember just exactly why he didn’t like Shadow hanging around so much… 

He remembered the painful hard -ons he had to endure during that last summer, before she left. That tiny little green bikini of hers, and the tank tops that did nothing to hide the pert little nipples he had fantasized about every night for several months, after he had accidentally gotten a glimpse of her breasts when her top came off at the pool.

The sounds of Sugar chattering with Shadow brought him back to reality, as the service ended. Fak was hanging about, his eyes eating her up, just like Richie was, and Richie let out a long sigh, running his hands along his scalp as he moved further away from Shadow, but keeping an eye on Fak.

“Carmy did what?” Shadow giggled, her hand over her mouth as she leaned into sugar, one hand holding on to a wine glass. Fak was at her side, telling her the story of why Carmy was not there in the kitchen, his eyes moving to her breasts every so often, and then darting up after a quick second. Richie scowled, annoyed that Shadow had moved from the dining room into the kitchen- his space- and was leaning on Fak, her breasts moving up against his arm every time she moved. His brain hurt, from trying to suppress the memories of the dusky pink nipples that hid behind the dress.

“Didn’t he have a girlfriend? I thought it was Sydney? I’m so sorry-” the little Berzatto said, blushing as her dark curls got everywhere, flying as she turned her head from Sydney to Sugar. Sydney stuttered, and Sugar giggled loudly, gasping with laughter. Girlish chatter filled the silent echo of the kitchen as everyone cleaned and put away things after service. Memories of watching Shadow at the Beef made Richie scowl ferociously. He didn’t want to remember trying not to stare at her tits too much when she came by on a hot day with ice cream for him and Michael. Fak caught Richie’s eye and shifted back slightly, ducking his head and keeping his eyes off of her tits. 

As always, Shadow was an echo of Michael. It was as if Michael had come back- for a few seconds at a time, with a laugh or twinkle of her eye at a word said a certain way- Richie blinked hard and slunk into the office to escape from the sudden sharp stab of memories threatening to gut him. 

He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to see Shadow, all grown. Shadow was supposed to be like sugar, just like a sister or something. A chick that was pretty, was nice, but you didn’t want to fuck. The word fuck shouldn’t be on your mind when you looked at her. Hell, she was the chick who stuck lollipops on his car windshield, shattering it to pieces. He shouldn't be getting turned on by her.

It was as if his dick had a mind of its own. He tried to tune out the loud chatter from the kitchen. His hand hurt, and he belatedly realized he had been holding his hand into a tight fist the entire time. 

Breathe, thought Richie. You can do this. His eyes darted to the poster, covering up one of many secrets. Richie’s eyes darted to the darkened office door, and he let out a sigh, sitting down in the desk chair and putting his head on the desk. 

He needed to clear his head. 

You know what you really want, his traitorous mind whispered to him. He gulped, his hand brushing along the strained tent in his pants. Heat shot through his body as he tried to think of the reasons why he shouldn’t even be thinking of Shadow in this way. Shadow was Mikey’s little sister, the annoying tag-along that would set off fireworks under his car, or dump all of their beer because they refused to let her have any. Not the girl that ran around in a green bikini top, nipples poking through and cut-off shorts so short you could practically see her thong if she bent over just right....a

“Richie? Cousin?” Shadow’s voice burst through the bubble of solitude Richie had found into the office. 

“Uh- here.” Richie said, leaning against the desk in hopes it would hide him from the waist down; he couldn’t think he could get any harder, as his eyes caught sight of her dress. He had never seen her in a dress, and she had the perfect body for a dress, all curves and softness in the right places. 

“You’re hiding away from everybody- you’re turning into fucking Carmy.” the girl mocked, a flash of Mikey echoing in her taunting grin. Her eyes roved over the office, studying everything with a slight squint. “Got a smoke?” she asked, turning to glance down at Richie, her wide brown eyes glinting. Richie shook his head, not wanting his hands anywhere near his dick, and not trusting his mouth right now. 

“Fuck, I’ve never had you this quiet. Something wrong?” Shadow asked, genuine concern softening her tone. Leaning forward, she opened a drawer, searching for cigarettes in the usual hidey-holes that Michael would have had, or Carmy, or one of the boys. 

“Oh- wait, that’s’ not a pack of cigarettes, is it?” Shadow gasped out in amusement as her hand landed on Richie’s lap, about to lean over to hunt into a side drawer. 

“Nope, ain’t it.” Richie choked out, half-chuckling. Shadow’s eyes blinked and Richie held his breath, unsure of what exactly would happen. He could envision Carmy and Sugar barging in, yelling at him for daring to even have a hard-on near their little sister. Alternatively, Shadow would just laugh and run away, saying something about dick size. 

What he didn’t expect, however, was Shadow to grin that Michael-grin and get on her fucking knees. Richie was at a loss of words, watching Shadow undo his belt, and take his dick out, stroking it gently with her fingers. Richie watched her pink manicured nails gently trace over the vein, and it bobbed in a greeting, begging for more. 

“What are you waiting for? The door’s locked and everything.” Shadow said, eyes moving up to meet Richie’s, a cocky grin spreading along her features, and her hands busily scooting her body up against the desk, allowing Richie to cradle her body between his knees. It wasn’t until Shadow nudged him, that Richie allowed himself to accept that it was actually happening. 

“I accept that.” Richie stuttered out gently, blinking as he stood, still not quite believing that this was happening. “You really need this, don’t you?” he realized as he looked into her eyes, seeing the need and mischief in her eyes. 

“You’ll have to get me dirty, you know- I wasn’t exactly planning on this happening, but I lov–” Shadow said as she tilted her head, dark curls falling over her shoulders. Richie chuckled, and leaned forward to shut her up with a long kiss, his hands moving down to gently stroke her legs. It was a blissful moment that Richie relished, his hands moving up slowly to massage her hips, slowly coaxing the panties down past her knees, and gently spreading her knees. 

“I’ve gotta taste, ya know.” Richie said as he licked his lips, getting on his knees and burying his nose in her scent, taking in each sweet taste and smell, her heat overwhelming all of his senses. Richie moaned as his mouth took over, exploring each slick fold that she presented, holding on to her as she squirmed against his mouth. 

“I think you– you definitely know what you’re doing.” Shadow whimpered, her breathing echoing throughout the small office. “You– you— c’mere, Richie–” 

“No, no- not until I’ve tasted everything.” Richie said, lapping at Shadow, his fingers moving in and out of her, rising to mutter dirty things in her ear, fingering her until she came all over his fingers. Richie moved his hand  up, smirking as he licked his fingers clean of her taste. 

“Finger-licking good, yeah.” Richie leaned forward, lining himself up with her core. “But I still gotta make sure.” Richie slid into her ever so slowly, laying her back along the length of the desk. He slid her dress down around her waist, revealing a strapless bra, sliding it down and leaning forward to suckle on her breasts, he had dreamed of sampling the sweet flesh since he had seen them neatly tucked away in the dress at the start of the evening. 

“Richie.” Shadow whimpered, Richie’s mouth moving from one breast to another, making sure to knead and massage each to keep her panting and whimpering. When he was sure he wouldn’t come on the spot, Richie started moving again. His motions slid the desk ever so slightly. 

Richie fucked her gently and slowly, ever so quietly that the only sounds that could be heard were their bodies moving together and the creaking of the desk. Shadow’s legs held on to Richie, held him close to her as he plunged into her flesh, moving faster as he could feel her tighter than ever, squeezing his cock so beautifully. Richie held on to Shadow, watching her come and his resolve shattered, his movements becoming ragged and out of control, fucking her hard into the desk. The desk ended up crashing into the wall.  Richie slid out, just in time as his come hit the ground, gasping 

“Fuck, if they didn’t hear that–”

“Hurry up, before someone comes.” Richie said, panting as he grabbed his belt and a handkerchief, cleaning up the mess while Shadow righted herself, the two moving the desk back. 

“You okay?” knocks on the door. 

“Yeah, yeah,yeah.” Richie said with a sigh. “Just– letting off some steam. Be right there.” He could hear Sugar asking about Carmy, if he was out of the refrigerator yet. Fak’s voice murmured answers, and the voices moved further away. 

“Well- “ Shadow began with a sigh, running her hand through her hair. “If you ever… need some more stress relief, I may be in town for a little while longer, maybe?”

“I wouldn’t complain, no. I– I didn’t expect you.” Richie said after a long pause as he fiddled with the doorknob, on the edge of leaving. Shadow wasn’t exactly a once and done fuck, he wasn’t sure he was even that kind of guy. It had been ages since he had even thought of doing something like that. Hell, he hadn’t been divorced that long, had he?

“I’m sure you’ll find me if you need me.” Shadow said with a soft laugh, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss Richie on the side of his stubbled jaw. “Give me whisker burn anytime.” she winked, giving herself a last once-over before leaving the office in a whirlwind of brown curls, twinkling brown eyes and mischievous smiles. 

It was as if Michael hadn’t left, thought Richie for a brief moment, listening to the girls chattering to Carmy in the refrigerator, scolding him about his girlfriend; or new lack thereof. 

A jab of guilt shot through Richie as he moved out of the office, spotting a photo of Michael, fully realizing that he had just fucked his little sister, his best friend’s little sister, and– wanted it. Wanted some more. 

“Sorry, cousin.” Richie whispered, tugging at his belt, adjusting his tie as he nodded up towards the photo briefly in an acknowledgement of Mikey. He was pretty sure this wasn’t incest, since they weren’t actually related, but still- 

She was a Berzatto. That came pretty damn close. 

“Watch out!” sparks flew as the saw finally brought freedom to Carmy, and all thoughts of his interlude with Shadow left his mind, his attention swept up in the drama. 

It wasn’t until he was lying in bed, alone in the dark, that he had finally realized what he had done. 

He had tasted the forbidden fruit of a Berzatto, and craved it. 

He needed more. He was rock-hard again at the thought and memory of her tight around him; his hands clutched at his sheets, and he blinked up at the dark nothingness that was his ceiling. 

What was this? Richie’s hand automatically went to his dick, his mind replayed the encounter with more fervor, promising himself he’d call her in the morning….

[kevinscryptids]

WILDMEN IN WINSTED

Sup nerds... Big Kev nasty is back to rock your world with a tale of cryptid excellence. Buckle up and get ready to READ.

Connecticut.. the land of seersucker suits, Dave Matthews, and pastels has something bubbling under the surface and it ain't the new DMB album.

The Wildman of Winsted has been stalking the quarries, lakes, and lonely roads at night since the 1800's. The humanoid beast is covered in thin blond hairs, has no odor and stands at about 8ft tall. The first known encounter happened in 1895 when Riley Smith and his trusty bulldog were pickin' blueberries. They were rushed by a large naked humanoid covered 'head to toe in blond hairs.' The creature hooted and shrieked bowling the two over and ruining Riley's blueberries. Doubters will laugh but this was a NEWS article in a NEWS PAPER, the Winstead Herald, from 1895 a time when people simply did not lie.

Don't go getting twisted or some stupid shit, the wildman has been seen in modern times as well. During the 1970's back when a bigfoot or a funky monster was on every street corner due to the giant interdimensional rift in the Ohio River Valley. (ask your grandparents kid) In both '72 and '74 the beast terrorized several couples, a classic trait of these peeping toms.

Well if that wasn't enough to get ya thinkin' maybe these EYEWITNESSES sketches will tip the scales.

The wildman chilling #proof #truth #real

'give me yer berries' #real #bigfoot

That's all for now folks, smell ya later

-Kev

The Squatch Watcher

[willowthegraycat]

Phineas and Ferb in Alphabetical Order PART 1

A hard day’s night A phineas and ferb family christmas A real boy Across the 2nd Dimension Act your age Agent Doof Ain’t no kiddie ride Are you my mummy? Ask a foolish question At the car wash Atlantis Attack of the 50-foot sister Backyard aquarium Backyard hodge podge Bad hair day Bee day and bee story Blackout! Bowl-r-ama drama Boyfriend from 27,000 B.C. Brain drain Bubble boys Buford Confidential Bullseye! Bully bromance breakup Bully bust Candace Against the Universe Candace disconnected Candace gets busted Candace loses her head Candace’s big day Canderemy Cheer up Candace Cheers for fears Chez platypus Comet Kermilian Crack the whip Cranius Maximus Day of the living gelatin! De plane! De plane! Der kinderlumper Destiny of Delivery Does this duckbill make me look fat? Don’t even blink Doof 101 Doof dynasty Doofapus Druselsteinoween Dude, we’re getting the band back together! Elementary, my dear Stacy Escape from Phineas Tower Excaliferb Father’s day Fear your fear Ferb TV Ferb latin Finding Mary McGuffin Fireside girl jamboree Flop starz Fly on the wall For your ice only Gaming the system Get that bigfoot outa my face! Gi-Ants Got game? Great balls of water Greece Lightning Hail Doofania! Happy birthday, Isabella Happy new year! Hide and seek Hip Hip Parade I scream, you scream I was a middle aged robot I, Brobot Imperfect storm Interview with a platypus Invasion of the Ferb snatchers Isabella and the temple of sap It’s a mud, mud, mud, mud world It’s about time! It’s no picnic Jerk de soleil Journey to the Center of Candace Just desserts Just our luck Just passing through Knot my problem La Candace-Cabra Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Max Modem! Last day of summer Last train to bustville Lawn gnome beach party of terror Leave the busting to us! Let’s bounce Let’s take a quiz Lights, Candace, Action! Live and let drive Lost in danville Lotsa Latkes Love at first byte Magic Carpet ride Make play Mandace Meapless in Seattle Meatloaf surprise Mind share Minor Monogram

[tenaflyviper]

Christmas Horror Films Part 2: Films from 2016 to Upcoming Releases

The 12 Slays of Christmas (2022)

13 Slays Till X-mas (2020)

The Advent Calender (2021)

All the Creatures Were Stirring (2018)

American Exorcist (2018)

Amityville Christmas Vacation (2022)

Anna and the Apocalypse (2017) 🎅👌

Another Wolfcop (2016)

The Apology (2022)

Await Further Instructions (2018) 😺👍(WARNING: Child abuse, domestic violence, child birth, some racist characters (though it's part of the plot), some flashing lights, and body dysmorphia)

Better Watch Out (2017) 😺👍 (WARNING: Child abuse and sexual assault)

Black Christmas (2019) 😺👍 (WARNING: Sexual assault, gaslighting, misogynistic characters)

Black Friday (2021)

Black Santa (2023)

Cannibal Claus (2016) 🍻

The Chicken Party (2018)

Christmas Apparition (2018)

Christmas Blood (aka Juleblod) (2017) (WARNING: Drug/alcohol abuse, child death, vomit, mental institution scene)

Christmas Bloody Christmas (2022)

Christmas Craft Fair Massacre (2022)

Christmas Slasher (in post-production)

Christmas Presence (2018)

The Christmas Tapes (2022)

Christmas with Cookie (2016)

Christmas Zombies (2020)

Cold Wind Blowing (2022)

The Conjuring 2 (2016) 😺👍(WARNING: Single use of a lesbophobic slur)

A Creature Was Stirring (2023)

Creatures (2021)

Dead by Christmas (2018) 🦃

Deathcember (2019) (WARNING: Graphic child abuse (in claymation, but still), incest, sexual assault, and self-harm)

The Elf (2017)

Elves (2018) 🦃 (WARNING: Staged animal cruelty)

The Fright Before Christmas (2020)

The Fright Before Christmas 2 (2023)

Good Tidings (2016) 🎅👌

Giftwrapped and Gutted (2019)

Hanukkah (2020) (Free to stream on the Dark Matter TV app)

Happy Horror Days (2020)

He Knows (2022)

Hellblazers (2022)

Hell on the Shelf (2021)

Holiday Hell (2019) 😺👍(WARNING: Child abuse, sexual assault, one lesbophobic slur)

Holidays (2016) (WARNING: Child abuse, sexual assault, self-harm, and other potentially upsetting content)

Hosts (2020)

I’m Dreaming of a White Doomsday (2017)

Inside (2016) (WARNING: Staged animal cruelty, and other potentially upsetting content)

Into the Dark: A Nasty Piece of Work (2019)

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (2020)

It Cuts Deep (2020)

I Trapped the Devil (2019)

It's a Wonderful Knife (2023)

Jack Frost (2022)

Killer Christmas (2017)

Killer Christmas 2 (in development)

Killer Christmas Elves (2021)

Killer Raccoons 2: Dark Christmas in the Dark (2020)

The Killing Tree (2022)

Krampus Origins (2018) 🦃

Krampus: The Return (2022)

Krampus 2: The Devil Returns (2016) 🦃

Krampus Unleashed (2016) 🦃

Krampus vs Bigfoot (2021)

Lake Alice (2017)

The Lodge (2019)

Massacre on Aisle 12 (2016)

The Mean One (2022)

The Melancholy Fantastic (2011; 2016) 🎅👌

Mercy Christmas (2017) 🎅👌

Mistletoe Massacre (2022)

Mother Krampus (2017) 🎁

Mother Krampus 2: Slay Ride (2018) 🦃

Mrs. Claus (2018) 🦃

Nekrotronic (2018)

Nightmare on 34th Street (2023)

Night of the Missing (2023)

The Nights Before Christmas (2019)

Nutcracker Massacre (2022)

Once Upon a Time at Christmas (2017)

Portal Runner (2021)

Psycho Santa 2 (2022)

Red Christmas (2016) 🎁

Red Snow (2021)

The Sacrifice Game (2023)

Santa Isn't Real (2023)

Santa Jaws (2018)

Santastein (2023)

The Santa Suicides (2019)

Secret Santa (2018) 🎅👌😺👍(WARNING: Vomiting, gaslighting, ableist behavior and use of the r-slur, necrophilia, fatshaming, mention of incest)

Shelved (2016)

Sick for Toys (2018) 🎁 (WARNING: Deals with issues like Stockholm Syndrome, incest, and sexual assault against men)

Silent Night (2021)

Silent Night, Dead Night: A New Christmas Carol (2016)

Sister Krampus (2021)

Slay Belles (2018) 🎁

Slayed (2020)

Stuffings (2021)

Terrifier 3 (set to release in theaters in October, 2024)

Toys of Terror (2020)

Ugly Sweater Party (2018)

Unholy Night (2019)

Vikings VS Krampus (aka Pagan Warrior) (2019)

Violent Night (2022)

Weredeer (2021)

Werewolf Santa (2023)

XX (2017) (WARNING: Drug abuse, eating disorder, suggested off-screen abuse of a dog by a child, and a dead squirrel is shown)

XXX-MAS (2023)

The Yearly Harvest (2020)

Yule Log (2023)

Yuletide Horror (documentary, in production)

Zombie Elves (In Development)

For films from 1901-2015 (plus an explanation of the ratings, and further resources) please see:

Christmas Horror Films, Part 1

[fearhims3lf]

PARTIES: @mortemoppetere @fearhims3lf

TIMING: Last Night

SUMMARY: Mateo hops into Emilio’s dreams for a meal, excited for the challenge. He regrets it.

WARNINGS: References to child death, parental death, sibling death, blood, gore

“Hmm…” Mateo drummed his fingers on his chin, trying to come to a decision on what he’d eat that night. Scared of Bigfoot? Lame. Claustrophobia? Also lame. Where was the drama? The finesse? Mateo groaned, rubbing his face with frustration. Then, it clicked into place. A dying family? A guilt complex with a side of…insecurity about a knee? 

Okay, that was lame, but everything else was ripe for the picking. He didn’t like the familial death, but he could look past that long enough to get a decent meal in. Shrugging, Mateo rubbed his grubby hands together and leapt into Emilio’s space. Given the slayer status he found in the man’s psyche, the mare probably should’ve been more careful. But, he was an overzealous man. Arrogant, too. He felt like nothing could touch him. 

Barking began in the next room. Ugh. 

Barking be damned, there was no stopping the upcoming terror. Mateo smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back happily. He could see the plumes of red fog encroach into a dark and void space. It filled in an instant, Spanish architecture surrounding Mateo as he took the body of a bloody young woman. Oof. This man ain’t gonna like this. 

“Emilio? Where are you?!” Voice echoed, booming against each building until they shifted in a blink. Mateo was in a house now, furniture broken and misplaced. “Help! Please!”

 He was in that goddamn street again. The pavement beneath his feet was like a treadmill, pushing him back, back, back. Every step he took forward moved him little more than an inch, no matter how wide his strides. There was blood. There was always blood. On the street, on his clothes, on his hands. Clinging to the goddamn air, like some horror movie version of summer humidity. Emilio could hardly breathe around it.

A voice called out to him, bouncing between the buildings. He recognized it, of course; he heard it in his head all the time. Snide jokes, bitter remarks, snarky comments. Juliana might have been dead, but her voice was a part of him that he couldn’t quite escape.

He blinked, and he was in the house. She was standing there, bloody and wide eyed and wearing the clothes she’d died in. “Juliana. Where is she?” The words slipped out in Spanish; there was no other language that belonged in these four walls. “Is she okay?” 

No. 

He couldn’t do it. Mateo couldn’t play the part of a dead little girl. That was too far. He wrenched forward, hugging himself. Blood began to seep from his wounds and he dug his fingers into his chest. When he pulled his arms open, his chest cavity presented his insides. A force took hold of Emilio, the screams of all the dead surrounding them both as he was pulled into Mateo’s body. Darkness consumed him, the small space squeezing him so tightly so as to prevent him from breathing. 

All pressure ceased suddenly, Emilio falling freely in space, but never quite reaching the ground. An array of colors flashed before him, enough to jar and confuse. Meanwhile, Mateo was sifting through his psyche, finding a memory to pull from. Satisfied with an idea, the scene changed in a blink, Emilio standing in the middle of a forest he’d been through many times. 

Rhett was standing there with him, gazing toward the sky as his lips moved impossibly fast. Whispers shuffled out, voices layered on top of one another. Time moved differently, as if the scenes were improperly cut, frames tossed in and out in an order that had no actual pattern. Finally, it ceased, along with Rhett’s whispering. His face cut straight to Emilio, staring with blood dripping from his black eyes and screams blasting from his chest. 

Blood. There was so much fucking blood. Blood pouring out of her, blood soaking the ground. How much blood did a person have in their body? The question, of course, was a rhetorical one. Emilio knew. He knew how much blood a body held. He’d seen plenty of them drained of it, seen red lips and fangs that had gorged themselves on it. There was so much blood in a person’s body, so much meat. 

The scene changed again, and he was falling. Tumbling through an endless barrage of color and sound that made it impossible to think, impossible to breathe. When he landed, it was another familiar scene. The woods, just outside Etla. He glanced down to see his leg mangled and broken, but the pain was muted, wasn’t quite there. 

Rhett was there. Saying things Emilio couldn’t decipher in voices that weren’t his own. Edgar, Rosa, his mother, Lucio, even Victor’s long-dead voice slipped out from between the warden’s lips. And Rhett was bleeding from his eyes, was screaming with his whole chest, and —

Something was wrong. It wasn’t right, didn’t fit. The realization that this was a nightmare crept in and, with it, the realization that this nightmare wasn’t right. In two years, he’d never had a dream without his daughter’s face in it. Good or bad, Flora was there. Flora was always there. So where was she now?

Something was wrong. The atmosphere changed with Emilio’s realization, the power the mare once had, fleeting from his fingertips. Mateo groaned internally, kicking himself for letting his heart win out when it came to the child that would’ve sold his nightmare at full price. His hold was slipping, he could feel it.

“Murderer!” Rhett screamed, arms flailing as his flesh tore apart with each movement. Mateo sent him toward Emilio, his hands wrapping across his throat. It was a cheap tactic, one that he hoped was enough to distract while he convinced himself to use the innocent little girl in some fashion. 

Mateo settled on utilizing her voice, the small thing pleading for her father somewhere deep in the forest. It was better than the alternative. He didn’t want to use her face. It wasn’t fair. It was too horrible. He was a monster, but he was not that kind of monster.

Murderer? No. No, that wasn’t right, either. Emilio had done plenty wrong, had killed more people than he could count, but that word on Rhett’s lips? It made no sense at all. It was a matter of time, he knew, before Rhett grew to hate him, but not for the killing. Not for the blood on his hands, not for the number of places his blade had found a home. If anything, Rhett would hate him for the opposite — he was more likely to accuse Emilio of growing soft than he was to point out the sins his weapons had carved out.

His brother’s hands were around his throat before he could question it too much, squeezing tightly in a way that brought him back to that alley with Zane, to the vampire who’d nearly taken him out with a few well-placed sentences. But this was a dream; he knew that now. This was a dream, and the pressure at his throat was that of a ghost that haunted, not anything that could really hurt.

But then — a voice in the woods. Small. Familiar. But still wrong. His mind had never been kind enough to leave him only with voices, had it? There was always blood. There were always corpses. It wasn’t right, wasn’t normal, wasn’t —

Barking. It cut through the dream, loud and angry. Perro never barked like that unless there was a reason, unless there was something to bark at. 

Like someone in the apartment.

The realization hit him all at once, The image of Rhett melting away with it. A mare. There was a mare in his home, in his head. Digging through his mind like a box in the attic, pulling out all the things that made him hate himself. Using his brother, his wife, his daughter as weapons against him, as knives and forks to break his head open for a quick meal. 

Emilio opened his eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Emilio broke through the whole facade, seeing past every last ditch effort. Mateo had no one to blame but himself. He panicked and didn’t focus on the details. It’s all in the details! Focus on the details! Mateo’s brother’s voice boomed, his lessons and rules crowding his mind as he swallowed. A dog had been barking the whole time, but the nightmare was holding Emilio well enough that he hadn’t heard it until then. Mateo knew he had to make his exit, but he couldn’t move. 

Panic made him freeze. 

“Shit!” He hissed, charging forward to place his hands on the slayer. It was an attempt to force him back to sleep, forget that there was a mare in the bedroom, but there was no real chance. Between the two reaction times, Emilio was always going to be faster; leaving only one outcome. Mateo on the ground, with a damn knife in him, bleeding out the stupid glitter that made up his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, lip trembling with a yell that threatened to escape. Biting it down, he landed on his back with a dull thud, given only a blink to collect himself. It wasn’t enough. 

There was a man in his room, staring down at him. In a mind still addled by sleep and the remnants of the nightmare that was wrong but still disorienting, instinct took over. Emilio rolled out of the bed as the man drew closer, heart pounding as adrenaline rushed into him to replace the drowsy feeling of having only just opened his eyes. A slayer, his mother told him at two in the morning when she woke him up by tossing a spawn into his bedroom, had to be ready to fight no matter the circumstances. 

He yanked the knife out from under his pillow, the one that had lived there for as long as he’d been in the apartment. It was iron; growing up with a paranoid warden flittering in and out of your life every few months left you with more than a few habits that other slayers might not boast. Of course, iron was unnecessary for a mare, but… Well, a sharp blade could incapacitate just about anyone. Mares included.

The knife sunk into the mares stomach, instinct twisting it in Emilio’s hand before he shoved the stranger to the ground. It wasn’t the same one that had fed on him months before; he’d never seen that one’s face, but the nightmare felt too different to have been caused by the same person. Emilio wasn’t sure if it was better or worse to have been made a meal by two different people rather than having one come back for seconds.

The bedroom door swung open, and Perro darted in. All furious fifteen pounds of him dove at the mare, sinking his tiny teeth into the stranger’s thigh. And all Emilio could think was that this man had come into his apartment, had been in his head, had probably known he was a slayer and victimized him anyway, had used his daughter’s voice as a weapon to keep him docile. A man like that would have no problem hurting a trembling, terrified dog that was doing its best to protect in spite of its fear. 

So Emilio rushed forward, kicking the hilt of the knife still sticking up out of the mare’s gut and trying not to wonder if he’d stabbed Lucio in the same spot or if it had been just a little to the left. He grabbed Perro, who was squirming and barking in a way that sounded like screaming. It wasn’t pain — it was fear. The dog was terrified of the mare in his apartment, and Emilio needed to fix that. He stepped down on the stranger’s ankle with his good leg, putting all his weight into it.

Taking a knife to the gut was never easy, not even as someone in the undead category, but getting it twisted? The damn glitter all but spilled out of Mateo and he groaned as the pain mounted straight into  nausea. He needed to run, get the hell out of dodge before it got worse. Sadly though, it looked like the universe had other plans because before the mare could make his exit, a small dog charged into the room, ready to pick a damn fight.

As annoying as the dog was, and as painful as its stupid bite was, Mateo had to give the damn thing credit. It was practically screaming in fear, and yet it still had the fucking huevos to attack and protect its owner. That was the most punk dog Mateo had ever met. He couldn’t even be that mad that he was being made into a little bitch by such a small thing. And with a missing leg, no less? Mateo hardly minded laying on the floor weakly with how punk the dog was.

The owner, on the other hand? 

Bitch-ass… 

Mateo suppressed a scream as the knife was kicked into him further, the task made even more difficult by the foot on his ankle. “Fuck you, puto!” He exclaimed, punching Emilio’s other leg to get him to lose his balance. When he felt a small wave of relief, Mateo relaxed and fell into the astral, projecting himself to a completely different place.

Perro was growling and barking and yelping in a way that almost hurt. He sounded so afraid, so scared. And Emilio, with his mind still rattled from the nightmare and the shock of waking up to a stranger over his bed, wanted to help him. His logical mind knew that it was just because of the mare’s presence, because animals were terrified of these bastards, but his logical mind wasn’t the one in charge right now. It was his pounding heart leading him, caught somewhere in between past and present. 

The mare on the floor had the gall to insult him, as if Emilio was somehow the one at fault here. As if reacting when you woke up to find a stranger standing over your bed and twisting his fingers around in your mind, terrifying your dog and stirring up trauma that was bad enough without the extra kick was something terrible, something to be ashamed of. It was enough to make him wish he’d brought his foot down somewhere other than the man’s ankle, though he didn’t have time to deliver a second kick.

The punch to his bad leg had him stumbling backwards, pain flaring up from the limb as he twisted his body to make sure he didn’t land on top of Perro when he fell to the bare mattress on the floor. By the time he twisted back into a sitting position, the mare was gone, leaving only glitter behind. The hunter’s chest was heaving, heart pounding. In his arms, Perro whimpered. 

“Good boy,” he said hoarsely, scratching the dog behind the ears. “Good dog. Come on. Let’s get breakfast.” 

[motivationalvamp]

Snowbeast - 1977

Nightmare Theatre - Tonight Baron Mondo Von Doren (Mike Ensley) with his sidekicks—the masked wrestler El Sapo de Tempesto (Chip Chism) and pet werewolf Mittens (Lemmie Crews) will be showing Snowbeast  a 1977 American made-for-television horror film starring Bo Svenson, Yvette Mimieux, Robert Logan and Clint Walker, and follows the story of a bloodthirsty Bigfoot-like monster terrorizing a ski resort in the Colorado Rockies. It was directed by Herb Wallerstein from a teleplay written by Joseph Stefano (The Outer Limits co-creator, who also wrote the screenplay for Alfred Hitchcock's 1960 thriller Psycho). The film originally premiered as the NBC Thursday Night Movie on NBC on April 28, 1977. 

[moviesandmania]

NIGHTBEASTS Bigfoot terror! Free on Tubi and YouTube

‘They come out at night’ Nightbeasts is a 2010 comedic monster movie about a father and son on a weekend hunting trip who experience sheer terror in the woods. Wes Sullivan wrote, directed, edited and produced the film which is his sole directorial feature film credit. The American Treehouse Pictures production stars Zach Galligan (Gremlins), Audra Wise, Billy Daydoge, Apesanahkwat, Sonny…

[laresearchette]

Thursday, March 28, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA AMERICAN RUST (Broken Justice Season 2) THE BAXTERS (Season 1-3) HOPE ON THE STREET OURIKA

CRAVE TV IN MEMORIAM (Season 1, Episodes 1-2)

NETFLIX CANADA BAD DINOSAURS RONJA THE ROBBER'S DAUGHTER

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Brewers vs. Mets (SN) 3:00pm: Jays vs. Rays (SN Now) 4:00pm: Cardinals vs. Dodgers (TSN) 7:30pm: Cubs vs. Rangers (SN1) 10:00pm: Red Sox vs. Mariners

NHL HOCKEY (SN1) 7:00pm: Capitals vs. Leafs (TSN2) 7:00pm: Flyers vs. Habs (TSN5) 7:00pm: Chicago vs. Sens (SNWest) 8:00pm: Flames vs. Blues (TSN3) 8:00pm: Knights vs. Jets (SN360/SNEast) 10:00pm: Kings vs. Oilers (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Stars vs. Canucks

THE GREAT CANADIAN POTTERY THROW DOWN (CBC) 8:00pm: Four potters fight to remain in the final.

THE BRIDGE (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm

THE NATURE OF THINGS (CBC) 9:00pm: Popular nonbinary Canadian comedian and TV sitcom creator Mae Martin explores the science of gender and sexual fluidity.

LEGO MASTERS AUSTRALIA (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm: Cut-Away

PORTRAIT ARTIST OF THE YEAR CELEBRITIES V KIDS SPECIAL (Makeful) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Artists from across the U.K. and Ireland compete in a battle of skill as they attempt to produce portraits of famous sitters; the winner will receive a £10,000 prize, along with their winning portrait being hung in a famous cultural institution.

JACK OSBOURNE'S NIGHT OF TERROR: BIGFOOT (DTour) 9:00pm: Friends Jack Osbourne and Jason Mewes venture deep into the woods of northern Idaho to find out for themselves if this infamous creature is real or simply an age-old legend.

I KISSED A BOY (E! Canada) 10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Ten single guys are matched up, and meet for the first time - with a kiss, in the UK's first ever gay dating show, with pop singer Dannii Minogue playing Cupid.

TEXAS METAL'S LOUD AND LIFTED (Discovery Velocity) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMEIRE): The Wells family contends with 50 years of rust on a 1973 Peterbilt 352 COE; Josh, Mark and the Mod Mafia team give a 2018 Ford VelociRaptor a custom, high-performance overhaul.

CANADIAN REFLECTIONS (CBC) 11:30pm: Braided Together; The Walk

[tvrundownusa]

tvrundown USA 2023.10.15

Sunday, October 15th:

(exclusive): "Camp Courage" (netflix, documentary short), Love Is Blind (netflix, reunion special in primetime)

(streaming weekly, twice/week): The Gold (Para+, limited series finale), Strong Girl Nam-soon (netflix)

(original made-for-TV movies, etc.): "The Cowboy and the Movie Star" (UPtv, 2hrs), "Murdaugh Murders: The Movie - Part 2" (LIFE, 2hrs+), "The Insurrectionist Next Door" (HBO, documentary, ~75mins)

(earlier - hour 0): Heartland (UPtv), 60 Minutes (CBS), The Circus (SHO), AFV: America's Funniest Videos (ABC)

(hour 1): Hotel Portofino (PBS, season 2 opener), Yellowstone (CBS, 2hrs), The Chosen (theCW), Billions (SHO), The Villains of Valley View (disney), Jack Osbourne's Night of Terror (Travel, Bigfoot w/ Jason Mewes, 2hrs)

(hour 2): World On Fire (PBS, Masterpiece, season 2 opener), Yellowstone (CBS, contd), When Calls the Heart (HALL, season 10 finale), Billy the Kid (MGM+, season 2A opener), TWD: Daryl Dixon (AMC|AMC+, 2hrs+20mins), Halloween Wars (FOOD), The Toys That Built America (HIST, season 3 opener), Jack Osbourne's Night of Terror (Travel, contd)

(hour 3): Annika (PBS, season 2 opener), Big Brother (CBS), The Winter King (MGM+, new timeslot), TWD: Daryl Dixon (AMC|AMC+, contd+80mins), Outrageous Pumpkins (FOOD), Jack Osbourne's Night of Terror (Travel, "Nevada State Prison" 2hrs)

(hour 4 - latenight): TWD: Daryl Dixon (AMC|AMC+, contd, season 1 finale), Jack Osbourne's Night of Terror (Travel, contd), Rick and Morty ([adultswim], season 7 opener), Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (HBO)

[preempted, returning next week: The Simpsons (FOX) / . / Krapopolis (FOX), Bob's Burgers (FOX) / . / Family Guy (FOX) ]

[zigmenthotep]

September watchlist, this time the recommended titles are in pink!

Reviews eventually @thevideodungeon

🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑 The Norliss Tapes (1973)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 The Werewolf Versus the Vampire Woman (1971)

🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑 Blood and Black Lace (1964)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 The Unearthly (1957)

🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑 The Beach Girls and the Monster (1965)

🌕🌗🌑🌑🌑 The Curse of Nostradamus (1961)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 The Werewolf Versus the Vampire Woman (1971)

🌕🌗🌑🌑🌑 The Werewolf of Washington (1973)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 Bring It On: Cheer or Die (2022)

🌕🌑🌑🌑🌑 Curse of Bigfoot (1975)

🌕🌗🌑🌑🌑 Battle Beyond the Sun (1959)

🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑 Scared to Death (1946)

🌕🌑🌑🌑🌑 The Painting of Horror (1994)

🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑 Werewolf in a Girls' Dormitory (1961)

🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑 Journey to the Center of Time (1967)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 The Terror (1963)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama (1988)

🌕🌑🌑🌑🌑 Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama 2 (2022)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 The Ape Man (1943)

🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑 Rats: Night of Terror (1984)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 The Devil's Messenger (1962)

🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑 The Creation of the Humanoids (1962)

🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑 Bride of the Gorilla (1951)

🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑 Man Beast (1956)

🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑 Scream (2022)

🌕🌗🌑🌑🌑 The Wild Women of Wongo (1959)

🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 Crypt of the Living Dead (1973)

[bigfootbeat]

Wood Boogers in Appalachia

For years, campfire stories of wood boogers have been whispered in the deep, dark forests of Appalachia. It is believed of these secretive, enigmatic creatures that they defend the wild, representing the wild spirit of the environment. Wood boogers, who are infamous for their seclusion, are frequently characterized as big, hairy ape-like beings that resemble the more well-known Bigfoot but are unique in their local legends and traits. Wood boogers are thought to be nocturnal creatures that only come out of their secret hideouts at night. Their sightings are infrequent and transient; they are sometimes caught off guard or perceived as a dark figure moving between the woods. A wood booger is described by those who have seen one as a towering creature, between seven and nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and thick, matted fur that ranges in color from dark brown to black. Their unearthly presence is allegedly enhanced by their eyes, which are reported to glow an unsettling red or green in the dark.

According to legend, wood boogers are incredibly intelligent creatures that can read human behavior and skillfully evade detection. It is believed that they use a sequence of knocks, howls, and whistles to communicate with one another. At night, these sounds can occasionally be heard resonating throughout the forest. These noises, together with the sporadic discoveries of massive, human-sized footprints, contribute to the continuous interest and terror associated with these mysterious animals. Humans and wood boogers have a complicated connection that is characterized by a mixture of curiosity, respect, and terror. Wood boogers are frequently portrayed as both tricksters and protectors in regional folklore. They are regarded as the forest's protectors, keeping an eye on the flora and fauna and making sure that the natural equilibrium is preserved. Respecters of the forest and its creatures may come under the careful observation of a wood booger, who will make their presence known even if they are not visible. However, wood boogers have a reputation for being cunning, especially when it comes to people who mistreat the forest. Many campers have had strange things happen to their supplies or their campfires go out in the middle of the night. Particularly hunters talk of being misled by unusual sounds or having their prey disappear without explanation. The wood boogers are thought to be using these behaviors as a means of reminding people of their place in the natural world and the value of preserving environmental harmony. Wood boogers are elusive, yet they have had a big cultural impact on the Appalachian region. Every year, these species are celebrated with festivals and get-togethers that attract experts and fans from all over the world. These gatherings include storytelling sessions when community members discuss their experiences and hypotheses, fusing folklore with the search for cryptozoological proof. The wood booger has come to represent the majesty and mystery of the Appalachian woods, serving as a constant reminder of the treasures that exist just beyond the reach of human comprehension.

The wood booger mythology is still developing in the present era. Online reports of sightings and interactions frequently provoke discussions and disagreements among aficionados. Even though there isn't much scientific evidence to support its existence, the wood booger has had a significant cultural impact. They are a representation of the wild and uncharted regions of our planet, evoking both the innate dread and wonder that the wilderness may evoke. The legends are both a source of pride for the locals and a warning to those who live close to the forests where wood boogers are rumored to reside. They serve as a helpful reminder of the value of honoring the natural world and its mysteries. Wood boogers are myths that have been passed down through the ages, but they can also be viewed as tricksters, protectors, or just fantastical creatures that pique people's curiosity about the vast unknown.

[tireur-de-carte]

Friendly reminder that fear is part of developping, and it's healthy to experience it in childhood too. I am not saying traumatize the kids, I am just saying I should be allowed to want to promote oral fairytales and tradition targetted towards children without people breathing down my neck because the tale isn't appropriated. It is. It is a fairytale. Once again, I am not proposing to push the kids in pig blood, or to put on a bigfoot costume and chase them around the woods. I am saying that the tale of a man that steps in the faewyld and comes back 200 years later, isn't going to give them night terrors, and it goes with the fae oriented game we were about to play in the middle of these breathtaking woods. Some kids are afraid of everything and it's okay. But some kids seek the little part of scary they're allowed to have. It shouldn't be forbidden to want to share a part of my childhood to the next.

[penzerker]

Thoughts from the ether: a Testimony

Thinking about how much I missed this site. As a 90's kid in the Pacific Northwest, I grew up through different waves of technology. I can still feel the fresh action on the L/R bumpers of my first Super Nintendo controller. I can smell the plastic of a fresh videogame or the hot reels of a recently rewound VHS.

AOL Messenger and T-9 texting would change my life in complex and likely generationally toxic ways. The comforting and yet isolating reality that was moderating an internet forum for people who believed in tales of Bigfoot, werewolves, vampires, and other cryptids when I was (maybe) 13 -- the feeling of that reality anyways-- still clings around my ribcage on days when I feel the internet has gone completely mad. I have seen such terrors here.

I am a witness- as an author, writer, and rogue scholar with an unused cultural anthropology degree -- My analysis is that the internet has been a leap that only gunpowder, Nuclear Power, and the undeniable fascination our species has with the holy trinity of Love, sex, and food can possibly compare too. Technology, by full definition, is so much more than the discovery of a new thing. It is the rituals around how we use them. How these "Objects" of ours (be that object a focus on a thought or way of thinking, a belief, or a new method for chipping arrowheads) define our lives.

I have witnessed global warming go ignored by the world's governments for my whole life. I was traumatized by the "end" of the aids crisis and survived doing all I could to pray away the "sin" of being queer (oh what shame, being so far from a god that I have no reason to believe in)// I digress, or refrain, or surrender this emotional moment to you... Anger makes me ramble, and I am tired. // The point was that ideas as "objects" directly impact our actions and paint our internal worlds. The thinking around our technology shapes everything we do, and in that way [returning to the main topic] I think the internet is "too good" at spreading ideas.

Conspiracies are real, and that sad fact has made false ones bloom here like aggressive algae. People hurt each other here faster than most in our species could ever have dreamed to do with words in ages past. We are connected now in more ways than any past philosopher could possibly have had a nightmare of let alone a forbidden dream.

In short, I think our reckless leaping into the deep end of this new technology has wrought reckless side effects too numerous to list here.

For one, the concept of time is now entirely f@cked.

A layer of reality has been peeled back. We are all the peelers and the peeled. It hurts, I think, but in some good ways. We all seem to find our joy, I guess

I will admit, there has been much good in it too. This technology gave many of us a safe refuge from the world outside that by any proper assessment is eating us, or trying it's best to. (Capitalism is a monster of an "Object" we can dive into some other time.

I guess, if I was asked to describe the internet in the future, I would say it is some kinder form of Rumor(Fama) - a strange goddess from ancient times, captured best by Ovid in book 12 of The Metamorphoses:

{{There is a place at the centre of the World, between the zones of earth, sea, and sky, at the boundary of the three worlds. From here, whatever exists is seen, however far away, and every voice reaches listening ears. Rumour lives there, choosing a house for herself on a high mountain summit, adding innumerable entrances, a thousand openings, and no doors to bar the threshold. It is open night and day: and is all of sounding bronze. All rustles with noise, echoes voices, and repeats what is heard. There is no peace within: no silence anywhere. Yet there is no clamour, only the subdued murmur of voices, like the waves of the sea, if you hear them far off, or like the sound of distant thunder when Jupiter makes the dark clouds rumble.

Crowds fill the hallways: a fickle populace comes and goes, and, mingling truth randomly with fiction, a thousand rumours wander, and confused words circulate. Of these, some fill idle ears with chatter, others carry tales, and the author adds something new to what is heard. Here is Credulity: here is rash Error, empty Delight, and alarming Fear, sudden Sedition, and Murmurings of doubtful origin. Rumour herself sees everything that happens in the heavens, throughout the ocean, and on land, and inquires about everything on earth.}}

I am a storyteller, that I can not hide. But I hope I can leave you with some hope that I think there is still enough good in us (collectively) I... think I have seen it at least. But I am spending less time on here - the internet- and I think we all need to unplug more.

Some of us need to shake the impulse to reach over to our phone in the dead of night. Speaking mostly for myself, surely.

Anyway, I have to go now.

My hope is that I have passed you by in these halls in the house of Fama, and passed along some Truth and that you find my truths joyful.