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The Expressionless

In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“I…am….God….”

The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.

There was never a sighting of her again.

Ever Dream Of This Man?

In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.

That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist’s desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.

The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.

From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Dehli, Moskow etc. 

At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams. Read more here.

(Source: gaws)

The Patterson-Gimlin film (also referred to as simply the Patterson film) is a famous short motion picture of an unidentified subject the film makers purported to be a “Bigfoot”, that was supposedly filmed on October 20, 1967, by Roger Patterson (February 14, 1926 — January 15, 1972) and Robert Gimlin (October 18, 1931) on the Klamath River outside of Orleans, California. The film has been subjected to many attempts both to debunk and authenticate it. Scientists have judged the film a hoax with a man in an ape suit, but theorists contend the film depicts a cryptid hominid, a creature unknown to science.

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The state of West Virginia has played home to one of the most bizarre “pseudo-cryptids” ever reported, the unusual - but by no means, unique - Mothman.

The first sighting came in the early 1960s. A woman was driving along Route 2, near the Ohio River, with her father. As she neared the Chief Cornstalk Hunting Grounds, a large man-shaped figure walked out onto the road. As the woman slowed her car, the figure spread two large wings and took off. Ironically, the witness did not report the incident - “Who would believe us, anyway?”

The first sighting which received publicity, though, was one in 1965. A woman living near the Ohio River related how her son had told her one day of seeing “an angel” outside. She thought nothing more of it until about a year later.

In the summer of 1966, a doctor’s wife in the same general area said that she had seen a six-foot long thing resembling a “giant butterfly”. On November 12, five gravediggers (how appropriate a profession!) saw something which looked like a “brown human being” fly out of the trees near Clendenin. One of the witnesses, Kenneth Duncan, said that they watched the creature for almost a minute.

On the 14th of the month, Salem resident Newell Partridge saw two red objects hovering above a field. His German Shepherd, Bandit, took off into the field and was never seen by Partridge again.

The next night, Mr. and Mrs. Roger Scarberry and Mr. and Mrs. Steve Mallette were driving near the “TNT Area”, near the town of Point Pleasant. A tall figure stood by the side of the road. “It was shaped like a man, but bigger,” said Mr. Scarberry. “Maybe six and a half or seven feet tall. And it had big wings folded against its back.” His wife commented on its huge red eyes, “like automobile reflectors.”

Mr. Scarberry, who was driving, took off in his car at “better than a hundred miles per hour,” the figure spread its wings and flew after the car. It didn’t seem to flap its wings at all, and its wingspan was over ten feet. Mrs. Mallette said that it made a squeaking sound, “like a big mouse.” The four also noted that a dead dog had been lying by the side of the road, but was gone when they returned.

They went to the offices of the Mason County sheriff and reported their sighting. Deputy Millard Halstead returned to the TNT Area with the four, and said that as he passed the spot where they had initially seen the figure, his police radio made a sound similar to a speeded-up record.

The TNT Area, which seemed to be a sort of home for the “Mothman,” as it was quickly dubbed by the press, is a large tract of land. Small concrete “igloos” dot the landscape, used during World War II to store ammunition. The TNT Area is adjacent to the 2,500 acre McClintic Wildlife Station. The entire area is covered with dense forest, steep hills, and riddled with tunnels.

The area is also sparsely populated. One of the families living in the area is that of Ralph Thomas. On the 16th, at about 9:00 pm, Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Wamsley, Mrs. Marcella Bennett, and Mrs. Bennett’s daughter, Tina, were visiting the Thomases. On the way there, they watched a red light which circled the TNT Area. When the car pulled up in front of the Thomas’, it disturbed something.

It seemed as if it had been lying down. It rose up slowly from the ground. A big gray thing. Bigger than a man, with terrible glowing red eyes.

The witnesses ran to the Thomas home, where they were let in by the three children. The figure shuffled along behind them, coming onto the porch and looking through the window. Mr. Wamsley called the police, but the thing had, of course, vanished by the time they arrived. Mrs. Bennett, who lives at the edge of Point Pleasant, says she has heard the creature on other occasions. She describes the sound it makes as “like a woman screaming.”

Paul Yoder and Ben Enochs, two firemen, said they had seen Mothman in the TNT Area on the 18th. Richard West, of Charleston, called the police on November 21. A winged figure was sitting on the roof of his neighbor’s house, he said. The six-foot tall figure had a wingspan of six or eight feet and red eyes. It took off straight up, “like a helicopter.”

Tom Ury was driving along Route 62, near the TNT Area, on the morning of November 25. He saw a large, grayish figure standing in a field. Then it spread two large wings, lifted straight into the air, and flew over Ury’s car at an altitude “three telephone poles high”—probably about 50 or 60 feet. The next day, Mrs. Ruth Foster of St. Albans said the creature was standing in her yard near her porch. Her description tallys with West’s. The same day, people in Lowell, Ohio, saw several large birds flying over Cat’s Creek. The three witnesses followed the birds in their car and said that they were “…dark brown with some light flecks. Their breasts were gray and they had five- or six-inch bills, straight, not curved like those of hawks or vultures.” The birds seemed to have reddish heads.

And still more sightings came. On November 27, on the way home from church, Connie Carpenter saw a grayish figure standing on the golf course near Mason. The creature took off and flew straight towards her car. She was one of few who actually saw the creature’s face, although her description—“It was horrible”—doesn’t help much. Another sighting took place that same night in St. Albans, where two girls saw the creature near a junkyard. The creature flew after them.

On December 4, five pilots at the Gallipolis, Ohio, airport saw some sort of giant bird flying at about 70 miles per hour. Its wings weren’t moving, and unlike other witnesses they commented on a long neck.

Mabel McDaniel (coincidentally, mother of Linda Scarberry, one of the first witnesses) saw Mothman on January 11, 1967. Mrs. McDaniel said that at first the creature looked like “an airplane, then I realized it was flying much too low. It was brown and had a wingspread of at least ten feet.” In March, an Ohio man claimed his car was chased by a flying creature.

The last sighting seems to have come on November 2, shortly after noon. Mrs. Ralph Thomas (from Bennett’s sighting) heard a “squeaky fan belt” outside her home and saw a “tall gray figure” moving among the concrete domes in the TNT Area.

Scattered sightings continued for several years afterwards. In 1968, especially, a number of hairy humanoids with glowing eyes were seen on Jerrico Road. And on September 18, people in the TNT Area supposedly saw Mothman once more—putting in his last appearance, it seems.

In late 1966, when the Mothman reports started to die down, other phenomena started up in the area. Several UFOs were seen near Point Pleasant, animals were mutilated in surrounding areas, and Mothman witnesses reported poltergeist and “men in black” phenomena. This has led many a researcher to speculate on a connection between Mothman and UFOs.

But no discussion of the Mothman phenomenon would be complete without recounting the story of the Silver Bridge. On the evening of December 15, 1967, the Silver Bridge, which crossed the Ohio River at Point Pleasant, collapsed in rush-hour traffic. Over forty-six cars fell into the river. It was the biggest disaster ever to hit Point Pleasant.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before people began to connect this disaster with the Mothman sightings. Was Mothman some sort of warning sign of the impending disaster? Was the entire saga somehow connected with the UFOs seen in the area?

As a final postscript, New Haven farmer Ernest Adkins reported something very odd indeed in April of 1969. He found his eleven-week-old beagle lying dead in his front yard. “There was no evidence the dog died in a fight,” Adkins said. What made it strange was the fact that the dog’s chest was chewed open, and its heart was lying outside.

Not surprisingly, most scientists scoffed at this theory. They said it was probably just some normal kind of bird; the favored culprit was a sandhill crane. These large birds have reddish patches on their heads (accounting for Mothman’s “red eyes”) and a large specimen would reach roughly the size attributed to Mothman. But other birds were found in the area that could account for the sightings. In July of 1967, several boys found a large vulture near New Haven. And at Gallipolis Ferry, a farmer shot a rare bird indeed—an Arctic snow owl. The owl was two feet tall and had a five-foot wingspan. 

(Taken from the complete guide to mysterious beings) 

The Rake

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state and once found in Idaho, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

The following is an eyewitness account from 2006:

“Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.”

Creature from Under the Sink

By Pam S.

I was temporarily living in the Cincinnati, Ohio area managing and working on a large property I own there. My home is in the Los Angeles area, so being away from home was difficult, and what had started out as an expected stay of six months or less was turning into well over a year.

I had brought both my cats, a male, Max, and my female, Abby. They travel well and to have someone take care of them for that long was not possible. I ended up renting a nice two-bedroom unit in a fairly modern townhouse complex on the second of three floors. It was at the rear of the property, so it was quiet and overlooked a lovely many-acre reserve park with lots of wildlife for the cats to watch from the balcony.

I had brought only bare basics with me, no furniture to speak of. I don’t mind roughing it for a short while. Therefore, I was literally living on the floor. My computer, twin pad mattress, TV, etc. all on the floor.

Max, my big, lovey male has had some health issues all his life and was on medication for ongoing digestive system inflammation stemming from inflamed gums blamed on “shelter” virus from when I got him from the pound as a kitten. He got a pill every night and would try to avoid me as the time would come for me to push the pill in a meat ball into his throat, but typically he would eventually stop trying to evade me and just take the pill so he could get down to the business of snuggling up for the evening.

This night in February was bitter cold and snow was on the ground. It was Saturday night, I was up late watching TV since we didn’t have to be at my building the next day. My brother had come from California to help me on my property and was already asleep on his bed in the other room. I was in the living room watching TV on the upgrade futon I had reluctantly purchased. Max came over and set his head on my ankles. He seemed quietly odd and when I made a move to get up to get his pill ready he dashed away. I couldn’t find him, searched all the cupboards he liked to pull open to hide from me.

So as it got later, I decided to fake him out and turn in and wait for him to come to bed and then get up to give him the pill. Worked in the past, figured it would work again.

As I was lying quietly, I heard a terrible racket from under the kitchen sink started up and it was terrifying, some animal type sounds and banging about of items. I had only the dish soap, the trash bag, and some empty spray bottles in that big otherwise empty cabinet. I thought the two cats (Abby always gave Max a hard time and what was playing often turned into hard fought battles with the two of them) were fighting and knocking the empty bottles around in all that empty space in that cabinet.

It was dreadful sounding, so I jumped up to pull them out and… nothing, no cats, but the bottles were all knocked over and strewn about. Then I saw Max lying on his side in the pantry room and I knew something was dreadfully wrong. I kept the litter box in there so I couldn’t figure out why he was sleeping in there.

I screamed for my brother and we rushed in 20 miles in the cold in the middle of the night to a 24-hour vet, but Max had died. His heart murmur from the inflammation had been fatal at nine years old. I was devastated.

A few days and nights passed and I had given my brother the futon to sleep on as his air mattress had deflated. I was back to living on the thinner mattress pad on the floor. I was mindlessly watching the TV sitting on the mattress with my back on the wall for support with the one lamp I had on the lowest setting so it was dim but not dark in the room.

Once again I heard the same horrid racket coming from under the kitchen sink. Now, it was an open floor plan so the half wall with the countertop bar that separated the kitchen from the living room was merely a few feet away from me. I thought, Dang it, Abby, stop making all that noise under the sink. Why are you in there and what are you doing knocking all those empty plastic bottles about at this time of night?

I was just about to get up when I saw Abby pop out from the kitchen like she was being chased into the living area and arch her back and stare into the kitchen, and she wouldn’t respond to my voice to come over to me.

Then, suddenly this “creature” appeared around the corner from the kitchen and trotted past me on the floor. I got a good look at as it was only maybe two feet away from me and into the second bedroom where I had my computer/office stuff. It was semi-transparent, about the size of a small bulldog. It had a muscular dog’s body, like a short, small pit pull, a feline-type head, but not exactly feline. Very short haired, with a brindle-type striped coat that was very defined.

But what really chilled me was that it was wearing a metal spiked collar. I knew immediately that someone or something had to have placed that on this creature as well. The whole appearance of this thing was menacing.

It went by me without so much as looking at me. I sat frozen for a long time in disbelief, thinking over and over, I didn’t just see that. Eventually, I got up to look in the bedroom and was not surprised to find that there was no sign of whatever it was that scooted past me. The windows were all closed due to the weather, there is no exit and the apartment was up on the second floor anyway. I checked the walk in closet, the bathroom in there. Nothing.

I kept Abby close to me for the rest of the night, afraid that the noise and this creature had something to do with Max’s death. I never saw it again or heard that noise for the next three months before I left Ohio for California. I would have a hard time believing this story from someone else, but it is true in every aspect, and having heard that same noise twice I can’t say it was from some other outside source. I’ve seen and experienced paranormal things in my life, but this one has a high unlikable weird factor for me since I think the creature was there on the night Max died and then again a few nights later when I did see it.

(Source: paranormal.about.com)