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I was watching this Big Foot thing on the History channel a bit ago, and they mentioned that Big Foot has been seen many more times in Washington than most other places. That got me thinking. Not to sound insulting, but have any of the Paizo staff seen or heard any Big Foot stories?
How about the rest of you? Any crazy monster stories? Gossip, juice or dirt on the alien menace? Are we doomed to a life of unknowing whether we are being watched like mice in a maze?
Any ideas?
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I'm not sure "insulting" is the word I'd use... because if I had had a bigfoot sighting, I'd consider that a personal triumph! (My blog, after all, is called Bigfoot Country!)
I was more or less obsessed with bigfoot growing up, and for many years had to sleep with the shades closed on my window for fear that bigfoot would peep in. That was in northern California, but still very much bigfoot country.
Anyway, I know a few folks up around here who know folks who say they've seen a sasquatch. I wish I was one of them! :)
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Four years ago I saw a ghost at a school in New Orleans I was teaching at. It was only after I told a few co-teachers what happened that they told me people had reported seeing and hearing things in the building for years. This has, for the time being, put on the back burner the desire to see Sasquatch, Nessie, a UFO, or the loup-garou (although I still wouldn't mind seeing any and all of those).
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Allright, I ain't never seen no ghost, so you gotta describe it.
I believe you; my mom says she saw the ghost of my great grandmother looking at me in my crib. She said, "so kleine, so kleine," which is German for "so tiny." And my mom's not all into this stuff. She wouldn't make stuff up, even to be entertaining.
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*Equally obsessed with Bigfoot, Yetis, Sasquatch, etc.*
Check out the "Additional Spells" thread, where I even posted a spell I created for an all arctic campaign I once ran, called "Hide of the Yeti."
I think 2 drops of pee came out when I read the blog and saw that "The Yeti Is Coming."
It's funny, how different cultures that had no contact with one another developed similar stories regarding Bigfoot. Heck, in the Southern U.S. swamps they even tell tales about a Bigfoot creature too.
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It was the last week of October 2004. At the time I was teaching a fourth to sixth grade self-contained special ed class for emotionally disturbed kids. I was in my classroom early in the morning talking to some guys who were fixing the AC unit that had been out since the middle of August. Standing at the front of my class, which sat at one end of the hall, gave me a great view of the entire third floor. So I'm talking to these guys when something catches my attention in the hall. I look out and see a white boy, about the right age to be in elementary school, walking into the classroom next to mine and pulling the door closed behind him. Right away this is odd because we only had one white male student in the school and it certainly wasn't him. I knew he had to have gone into the far door to the classroom over and not down the stairs (whose door was a few feet from that classroom door) because the door he went into opened into the hall, and the stairwell door opened into the stairwell (and also made a very loud sound as soon as it closes). There was always a chance that we had a new student, but even if that were true there was absolutely no reason for him to be in the building, especially going into a classroom no teacher was in. I excuse myself and go into the hall. I look into the door to that other class immediately outside my own door and see no one in the room. I walked down to the other door, the one I saw the boy go into, and looked through the window. Still, there was no one. It was possible that this boy was hiding close to the wall between the two doors where I wouldn't be able to see him from the hall so I took hold of the door knob and tried turning it. That's when I literally felt like my blood had turned to ice because the door was locked, and the only way the doors could be locked in that entire building was with a key. Needless to say when I unlocked the door and looked in there was no one there.
I sat on this for twenty-four hours, wondering if I should tell anyone (I had only been teaching at that school for two and a half months and didn't want anyone thinking I was crazier than they already did). When I got to school the next morning I went into the head of Special Ed's room and she was in there with my mentor (who also happened to teach on the same floor as me, across the hall from the room I saw the boy go into). I just blurted out that I had seen something really weird happen. The two women looked at each other, then my mentor looked at me and asked, "You actually saw it?" They went on to tell me that the custodians talked about hearing things moving around on our floor and the attic above it all the time. One of the guys refused to go to our floor after it got dark.
Keep in mind, there weren't women who would play practical jokes. They were being completely serious.
I am terrified of ghosts. Like, little girl scared of them. Even after this happened. But the weird thing is there was nothing scary about what happened that morning. I find it more fascinating than anything else.
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It's funny, how different cultures that had no contact with one another developed similar stories regarding Bigfoot. Heck, in the Southern U.S. swamps they even tell tales about a Bigfoot creature too.
Even as a little kid I was obsessed with the paranormal, and my dad would mess with me viciously about it. When I was really young, before he passed away, my family would sometimes go spend the weekend with my grandparents in middle-of-nowhere Derby, Mississippi. I remember so many nights I'd be drifting off to sleep and something would make a sound outside, and without missing a beat he'd tell me it was Bigfoot or the Honey Island Swamp Monster, the South's answer to Sasquatch.
It's no wonder I'm so messed up now. :)
How about the rest of you? Any crazy monster stories? Gossip, juice or dirt on the alien menace? Are we doomed to a life of unknowing whether we are being watched like mice in a maze? Any ideas?
Everywhere I go, street lamps go out. I have no explanation for this phenomenon.
uhm; maybe your a homid ragabash glasswalker; happens to them :)
Well, I hear we have them here in NM; never saw one myself or any tracks, but have heard stories from others.
uhm; maybe your a homid ragabash glasswalker; happens to them :)
That's very amusing. Did some googling around, ragabash seems to fit my personality type.
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Not really a siting or anything but I lived in South Jersey growing up and we all heard stories about The Jersey Devil while growing up.
Around 10ish years old I go away to a 2 week summer camp up in the Pine Barrens. There was a Jersey Devil undertone to the whole trip. Campfire tales, visiting a supposed site where it's mother (a witch) lived with her children before the place burnt down, finding tracks that were cloven hooved and too large, markings on trees, a midnight trek through the woods in search of the creature, etc.. I think the camp counselors where going around at night making strange noises too. It was really creepy-cool and I loved it.
I was very happy with the write-up for The Sandpoint Devil which mirrors the stories of The Jersey Devil.
good stuff.
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I've always been a bigger fan of Nessie, personally. I’m more open to the concept of a Plesiosaur surviving than a Neanderthal. Anything's possible, though.
I've always been a bigger fan of Nessie, personally. I’m more open to the concept of a Plesiosaur surviving than a Neanderthal. Anything's possible, though.
I believe in Nessie too. There are caves, eels, everything a sea monster needs. What with all the tourism though, I suspect that Nessie is sleepin' with the fishes... actually, she was already, but you see what I mean! Also, I don't believe in Bigfoot. I think hes a myth. He cant be in that many places at once.
He could be if there were more than one.
Perhaps
That's far out.
See, I never get the good jobs. If that was me, if I was the janitor, I'd be up there every damn night with a camera.
You bring up a good point, in this age where most of us have cameras in our cell phones (including video capability), I am a little disappointed we don't see more bigfoot, ghost, and other sightings being posted on YouTube, etc.
It almost makes one think these things don't really exist. But, we know they do . . .
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I generally avoid places reported to be haunted.
Thus, I have experienced one and only one ghost sighting.
I was 12 or 13, it was late, I was late getting home, Mom was going to be pissed. I took a short cut home on my bike up a road that was badly in need of repair/repaving. It was kind of out of the way, and it was where the local 16 year olds that just got their licenses would go to drag race because they were unlikely to get caught.
I'm biking up-hill and I look up and see under the streetlight a figure leaning against the lightpole, wearing what I can only describe as a "Zootsuit." Now, keep in mind this was circa 1992/93 and nowhere near Halloween.
The figure was staring at the ground. I bike up and close within 60 feet of the figure and it just isn't there anymore.
It doesn't "fade away" or "walk off" or anything. It was just there, then not. When I bike by the lightpost the air temperature is easily 15 degrees cooler and makes me shiver.
I've never forgotten it.
That's far out.
See, I never get the good jobs. If that was me, if I was the janitor, I'd be up there every damn night with a camera.You bring up a good point, in this age where most of us have cameras in our cell phones (including video capability), I am a little disappointed we don't see more bigfoot, ghost, and other sightings being posted on YouTube, etc.
It almost makes one think these things don't really exist. But, we know they do . . .
hmmm....
I am not so sure about this one <-- *click*
That guy has an impeccable sense of timing. ;}
I am not so sure about this one <-- *click*
THIS ONE made me scream out loud !!!
That's far out.
See, I never get the good jobs. If that was me, if I was the janitor, I'd be up there every damn night with a camera.You bring up a good point, in this age where most of us have cameras in our cell phones (including video capability), I am a little disappointed we don't see more bigfoot, ghost, and other sightings being posted on YouTube, etc.
It almost makes one think these things don't really exist. But, we know they do . . .
hmmm....
I am not so sure about this one <-- *click*
So I was watching that in the dark with no one home but me and the dog. She's passed out on the couch. I yelped and all of a sudden, my little protector was there! She totally was gonna kill the computer.
Ghosties, I've had one experiance. I was about 15, so this is five years ago. My dad's friends bought this old two story building on main street of my town. It used to be a carpet factory/doctor's office. They lived on the second floor, the doctor's office. My folks and their friend went out one night and as the oldes kid, I was drafted into babysitting. The second floorhas a large front room, a long hall with bedrooms to one side that opens up into another large room that they used as a living/dining/kitchen area. We (me, my brother and our friend, who lives there) are sitting in the living room watching a movie. The lights are dark and its late and I'm gettin' drowsy. My eye catches movement behind us, so I look and see a dark man shape about the size of my dad standing in the doorway behind us. I think "Oh, 'rents are home. Sweet." But then I realized that I hadn't heard the door open, footsteps, anything. I looked back behind me and it was gone. At first I chalked it up to being tired, but I mentioned it to the friend later and he said that weird things happened there often.
Other than that, nothing. Though last Spring Break I went to New Mexico with friends. We got drunk and hunted chupacabras.
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Or Australian dropbears.
Never seen a dropbear, but I’ve done my civic duty by warning a number of tourists about them.
I was at a school camp when I was about 11, and we were walking down from our cabins to the dining hall. It was winter, so already dark by dinner time, and we were walking down a path with bush and scrub on one side and a big open football field on the other side. The path was well lit, but everything around was pretty dark. Well, one of the kids suddenly stopped and was kind of freaking out – he’d noticed something, a small dark figure standing at the far end of the football field, seemingly a couple of feet tall and standing a few metres out from the dark line of trees at the edge of the field. We all kinda got scared, but stayed looking at, at soon enough a few of us were convinced that it was just a bush or shrub or something planted out there – we were even pretty sure that we remembered one there.
To prove that we were right (and brave) me and this other kid said we’d walk out there to check. So we started walking across the field towards this thing, only half convinced that we were right, and starting to freak out the further we got, cos we still couldn’t really tell what it was, and our eyes were playing tricks on us as to whether it was moving or not.
We got about halfway across, then kind of looked at each other and went, yeah, it’s just a bush, and turned and hurried back, trying not to run, trying not to look back. We told the others it was just a bush and went on to dinner.
Only the next day we went out to the football field and could find no sign of any little bushes or trees or rocks or whatever that might have been that thing. And I didn’t want to say anything to my friend, but it hadn’t looked all that much like a bush to me, more like a little, hunched, humanoid figure.
Thinking back, it was probably just a result of overactive imaginations and tricks of the light, or maybe it was a little rock wallaby or something (though why it didn’t hop away when we approached it I don’t know). Maybe it was a fallen dropbear, just waiting for us to get close enough...
That's far out.
See, I never get the good jobs. If that was me, if I was the janitor, I'd be up there every damn night with a camera.hmmm....
I am not so sure about this one <-- *click*
woot! or ACK rather.
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That guy has an impeccable sense of timing. ;}
I am not so sure about this one <-- *click*THIS ONE made me scream out loud !!!
Isn't that a copyright violation?
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Isn't that a copyright violation?That guy has an impeccable sense of timing. ;}
I am not so sure about this one <-- *click*THIS ONE made me scream out loud !!!
I'm not sure but it looked more like some type of undead, although I haven't seen the creature of which you speak.....;P
And this is why the Paizo office needs a no shirt no shoes no sandwich policy.
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Not so much a cryptid of any sort, but one of the neighborhoods I grew up in, a place called Pepperwood, had a bogeyman named Snaggletooth.
The urban legend of Snaggletooth began a little after the kidnapping of Adam Walsh became a made-for-TV movie. Soon, a filthy hobo with bad teeth was being spotted in people's yards late at night and virtually anywhere else a child might wander away from its parent. Nobody knew his real name or where he came from but most claimed he was an escapee from a prison hospital gone feral from isolation and years spent living like a hunted animal. Snaggletooth was also blamed for missing pets and his teeth, they said, were chipped and loose as much from a lack of dental hygiene as from a tendency to chew on the animals' bones.
I never saw Snaggletooth but I remember one boy telling me his sister had nearly been taken by the man after other kids dared her to go into the tall grass at the edge of the soccer field. Stories about Snaggletooth hiding in the field adjacent to the school became so common someone eventually took the time to take a weed-eater to the grass, and every lost shoe, baseball or dog collar they uncovered in that field just added to Snaggletooth's infamy.
My family moved away from Pepperwood a few months later so I don't know how the story ended. The legend of Snaggletooth may have been forgotten as cookie cutter houses filled the empty places the man was said to dwell and the fear of kidnappers was replaced by the fear of nuclear meltdown at the Palo Verde Nuclear Generating Station only some 50 miles away but, for all I know, he's still out there...eating a puppy in an empty lot behind a Circle K.
I believe you'll find it's pronounced Samsquanch.