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A worker at a sugarcane farm in Argentina recorded a video of a hairy hominin known locally as a Ucumar, a small Sasquatch-like creature often referred to as a Troll or Goblin.A young worker, whose name is being withheld for privacy reasons, experienced an experience that defies all logical explanation and sparked fear among his coworkers. The incident occurred on August 31. On a night that seemed to be like any other on the farm, the young man was operating a tractor harvesting sugarcane. Nearby, a companion was driving a truck, when suddenly, something unimaginable happened. According to the victim's account, a dark, shapeless figure appeared out of nowhere. The young man decided to get off the tractor to urinate, and he watched as the entity fell from above to the ground and took the form of a person.When he tried to return to the tractor, he felt an invisible attack. He was violently dragged several meters from the vehicle, leaving him unconscious and face down on the ground. His partner, not seeing him in his usual place, stopped the truck and came to his aid, finding him in that state.After regaining consciousness, the young man, visibly shaken and trembling, told his companion what had happened. He described how something invisible had attacked him, beaten him, and dragged him with inhuman force. He showed signs of pain on his body and, when he lifted his clothes, he found inexplicable marks that were evidence of the violent encounter."It was something flat and dark that took the shape of a person," the young man said.The photograph of the marks on her body adds a disturbing element to the story, raising more questions than answers. The other workers, when asked what they had seen, only received tears of helplessness in response.This event left a deep impression on everyone working on the farm. The inexplicable nature of the attack generated fear and caution among the workers, who now face their daily tasks with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.Some say that the fight took place against the goblin that always lurks on the farms, others say it was the Ucumar, others the familiar, and many others say that the young man now has the "mark of the harvest." - https://www.quepasasalta.com.ar/argentina/norteno-se-agarron-con-el-duende-y-casi-no-la-cuenta-zafra-tucuman/NOTE: It is a hairy, mammalian ape-like beast similar to the Sasquatch of North America, the Yeti from the Himalayas, and the Yowie of Australia. This mysterious creature terrorized many areas in Argentina and Chile. Described as 5-7 feet tall,  with thick hair, small eyes, and huge arms and legs. Some people reported it as a half-bear humanoid. Lon**********PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!UNDERWATER HUMANOIDS - AQUATIC ANOMALIES | LIVE CHAT | Q & A (AMAZING EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)LISTEN TO NARRATIONS OF PHANTOMS & MONSTERS REPORTS & CASES - PLEASE SUBSCRIBE, LIKE & SHAREPHANTOMS & MONSTERS RADIO Podcasts on SpotifyPHANTOMS & MONSTERS READING LISTCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistHave you had a sighting or encounter?Contact me by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonJOIN AMAZON PRIME - Unlimited Movie/TV Streaming& FREE 2-Day ShippingRegister a SNAP EBT CardTry Audible PlusBigfoot and Other Cryptid Videos on YouTubeLYCANS! - PENNSYLVANIA'S CRYPTID CANINES UPDATE'KILLER BIGFOOT' HUNTED BY U.S. SPECIAL FORCES / GLIMMER MAN / MANTIS HUMANOIDSCRAWLER HUMANOIDS - GRUESOME INVADERS! (REAL EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)WEREWOLVES: DO THEY EXIST?'DOGMAN IN OUR YARD!' - AN OHIO FAMILY'S 12-YEAR SAGA WITH CRYPTID CANINESHey, folks. Thanks for the congrats on 'The Mothman Revisited' episode on Unsolved Mysteries. As a result, we are receiving more sighting reports and are very excited and grateful for the new information!I sincerely thank the Unsolved Mysteries team and Netflix for allowing us to tell the world about this phenomenon.If you have information about this or any other cryptid or unexplained sighting or encounter, please feel free to contact me by email or at 410-241-5974. Thanks again! LonCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistChicago / Lake Michigan Winged Humanoid Regional Interactive MapHey, folks. Please feel free to share your thoughts & comments on the recently uploaded video of the CHICAGO MOTHMAN. I'm interested in what you have to say. Thanks. LonEXCLUSIVE VIDEO of CHICAGO MOTHMAN RECORDED----------Become a Phantoms & Monsters Radio member - just $2.99 monthly, and receive these perks. Thanks for your support!-Members-only live chats-Exclusive members-only videos-Priority reply to members' commentsHave perks suggestions? LMK-----YOUR SUPPORT IS APPRECIATED! THANKS

On the heels of the Slender Man legend comes the story of pale, crawler humanoids, a creepy tale of an unknown being that originally started on a few alternative boards. The narrative eventually reached a larger audience and transformed into a full-blown urban legend. Does this allegory have tulpa potential? Well, that remains to be seen, but there have been reports that this creature does exist. The following is the original publication:The GenesisDuring the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like 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, 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.In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and the present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I've been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts.A Suicide Note: 1964"As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye."Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.'Dearest Linnie,I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.'A Journal Entry 1880 (translated from Spanish):I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).A Mariner's Log: 1691He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.Witness Account: 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. It's 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. He 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." JNOTE: Could this be a real entity? There are descriptions of similar creatures throughout the ages. For example, in Stephen King's novel It, an entity's various manifestations are given form and power by the belief of the townspeople. The Mothman Prophecies where John A. Keel alludes to several ghosts and UFO sightings as likely being tulpas. I personally feel that thought-form manifestations may clarify and possibly explain certain phenomena. LonSlenderman: From Fiction to FactThe Slender ManMagical Use of Thought Forms: A Proven System of Mental & Spiritual Empowerment**********PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!UNDERWATER HUMANOIDS - AQUATIC ANOMALIES | LIVE CHAT | Q & A (AMAZING EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)LISTEN TO NARRATIONS OF PHANTOMS & MONSTERS REPORTS & CASES - PLEASE SUBSCRIBE, LIKE & SHAREPHANTOMS & MONSTERS RADIO Podcasts on SpotifyPHANTOMS & MONSTERS READING LISTCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistHave you had a sighting or encounter?Contact me by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonJOIN AMAZON PRIME - Unlimited Movie/TV Streaming& FREE 2-Day ShippingRegister a SNAP EBT CardTry Audible PlusBigfoot and Other Cryptid Videos on YouTubeLYCANS! - PENNSYLVANIA'S CRYPTID CANINES UPDATE'KILLER BIGFOOT' HUNTED BY U.S. SPECIAL FORCES / GLIMMER MAN / MANTIS HUMANOIDSCRAWLER HUMANOIDS - GRUESOME INVADERS! (REAL EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)WEREWOLVES: DO THEY EXIST?'DOGMAN IN OUR YARD!' - AN OHIO FAMILY'S 12-YEAR SAGA WITH CRYPTID CANINESHey, folks. Thanks for the congrats on 'The Mothman Revisited' episode on Unsolved Mysteries. As a result, we are receiving more sighting reports and are very excited and grateful for the new information!I sincerely thank the Unsolved Mysteries team and Netflix for allowing us to tell the world about this phenomenon.If you have information about this or any other cryptid or unexplained sighting or encounter, please feel free to contact me by email or at 410-241-5974. Thanks again! LonCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistChicago / Lake Michigan Winged Humanoid Regional Interactive MapHey, folks. Please feel free to share your thoughts & comments on the recently uploaded video of the CHICAGO MOTHMAN. I'm interested in what you have to say. Thanks. LonEXCLUSIVE VIDEO of CHICAGO MOTHMAN RECORDED----------Become a Phantoms & Monsters Radio member - just $2.99 monthly, and receive these perks. 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The following old newspaper account is somewhat similar to a tale I first heard when I was a boy growing up in southcentral Pennsylvania. I was not aware of the vintage article until today, but reading it brings back-references to the birth of a monstrous child in the area of present-day Pine Grove Furnace State Park:Salt Lake Daily Tribune, Utah - 16 December 1888THE VERY PICTURE OF THE DEVILA Gilt-Edged Fable From PennsylvaniaWonderful CredulityA student in the theological seminary at Gettysburg, Pa., writes to the New York Herald as follows:“To the north and west of this city, about fifteen miles away, dividing this county from Cumberland and Franklin counties, is a ridge of mountains. In some of the mountain valleys the people are in a state of dense ignorance, seeing little of the outer world and scarcely touched by the civilization that is all around them. In one of these little corners of the mountain, about two weeks ago, was born a monstrosity that has filled the mountaineers with terror and dread. Among many of them superstition is religion, and they believe that the devil has appeared among them incarnate in the monster, born in their midst.“During the past week rumors have reached this city of this fabulous creature born in the mountains, and of the intense excitement spread to the lowlands, and those who had the courage to overcome their superstitious fears and visit the creature describe it as being somewhat larger than the average new-born babe, and although the offspring of a white father and mother, is dark in color, and covered with short, black hair. From either side of its head grow short horns. A long tail hung to its feet, which strongly resemble the cloven hoof. In fact, to use the word of one who saw it, it was the very picture of the devil.’“There are many stories as to the incidents attending the birth of the monster, but the following story is the one which seems to have so fixed itself in the minds of the mountaineers that they cannot be convinced that the devil has not lived and been among them in the flesh. From what they say it appears that the father of the creature has some sort of religious belief, and tried to persuade his wife, who did not agree with him, to accept his opinions. Finally she declared that she would not do as he wished, and in blasphemous language declared that she would rather see the devil than to have a cross always before her eyes. Shortly after this declaration she gave birth to a horrible monster, as described above.“In terror the father summoned several neighbors, and one of them, more brave than the rest, offered to open a vein in the arm of the creature and bleed it to death. As he took his knife from his pocket the creature raised itself, got down from the bed, walked across the room, and returning, addressed its would be executioner in the most terrible language and threatened him with dire misfortune if he attempted to do it harm, and then declared it would live for seven days, and having revealed its object in coming into the world would then die. It lived for seven days, and on the last Monday, the eighth day, died, but without having spoken again. As strange as it may seem this story has many believers, and there are few who do not shun the little cabin in the mountain which lives the poor mother of the miserable creature whose birth and death have filled her neighbors with such uneasiness."Here is the story told to me when I was a young boy. I used to go camping and fishing in the same area, so the tale stuck with me:"Not so many years after the War Between the States, a young Quaker man decided to leave the confines of Philadelphia and start a new life in the mountains of Pennsylvania.After a long search for the right piece of land, he purchased a large lot in Cooke Township, where he found employment at the old South Mountain Iron Works. On his land was a stream full of brook trout, plentiful timber and lots of open space to raise a family.Not long after planting his roots, he met a young woman who soon became his wife. She wasn't the religious type, but the Quaker fell deeply in love...so they were married by the local Justice of the Peace.The Quaker's wife was soon pregnant and the happy couple began looking forward to building a long life together.In the final month of her pregnancy, the young wife started to experience bouts of anger and intense pain. The doctor ordered her to complete bedrest, though he could not diagnose the cause of her malady.The Quaker said he had a horrible dream where the Devil had come to visit their home while he was at work. He was sure that his wife was possessed by a demonic being and that he needed to purge her of this evil.For ten days straight he knelt by her bedside invoking prayers and charms...much to the chagrin of the wife.Soon she became disgusted by the fuss her husband was making. In a fit of rage she grabbed a small wooden cross, that was laying on the bed, and flung it threw a window. She declared that there is no God and that the Devil was only a creation of a feeble mind.That very night, the Quaker's bride went into labor. She tolled in agony for the entire night and into the early morning. A midwife was quickly summoned for the delivery. Soon after daybreak, the child started its way into the world.As the midwife coaxed the new mother to push, it soon became apparent that this child was unlike any she had ever witnessed.The newborn 'boy' resembled a beast...not a human. It was alive and breathing but did not cry or make any sound. It was gray in color and more scales than skin. It had a long tail and small horn buds above its pointed ears. There were claws for hands and hooves for feet. It also emitted a foul, lingering stench. This was the embodiment of Mephistopheles."NOTE: That's where the story ends, but there have been rumors of the demon's seed roaming the woods of South Mountain. I haven't received any specific reports, but you never know what may show itself. LonWeird Pennsylvania: Your Travel Guide to Pennsylvania's Local Legends and Best Kept SecretsPennsylvania Trivia: Weird, Wacky and WildGhosthunting Pennsylvania (America's Haunted Road Trip)**********PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!UNDERWATER HUMANOIDS - AQUATIC ANOMALIES | LIVE CHAT | Q & A (AMAZING EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)LISTEN TO NARRATIONS OF PHANTOMS & MONSTERS REPORTS & CASES - PLEASE SUBSCRIBE, LIKE & SHAREPHANTOMS & MONSTERS RADIO Podcasts on SpotifyPHANTOMS & MONSTERS READING LISTCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistHave you had a sighting or encounter?Contact me by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonJOIN AMAZON PRIME - Unlimited Movie/TV Streaming& FREE 2-Day ShippingRegister a SNAP EBT CardTry Audible PlusBigfoot and Other Cryptid Videos on YouTubeLYCANS! - PENNSYLVANIA'S CRYPTID CANINES UPDATE'KILLER BIGFOOT' HUNTED BY U.S. SPECIAL FORCES / GLIMMER MAN / MANTIS HUMANOIDSCRAWLER HUMANOIDS - GRUESOME INVADERS! (REAL EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)WEREWOLVES: DO THEY EXIST?'DOGMAN IN OUR YARD!' - AN OHIO FAMILY'S 12-YEAR SAGA WITH CRYPTID CANINESHey, folks. Thanks for the congrats on 'The Mothman Revisited' episode on Unsolved Mysteries. As a result, we are receiving more sighting reports and are very excited and grateful for the new information!I sincerely thank the Unsolved Mysteries team and Netflix for allowing us to tell the world about this phenomenon.If you have information about this or any other cryptid or unexplained sighting or encounter, please feel free to contact me by email or at 410-241-5974. Thanks again! LonCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistChicago / Lake Michigan Winged Humanoid Regional Interactive MapHey, folks. Please feel free to share your thoughts & comments on the recently uploaded video of the CHICAGO MOTHMAN. I'm interested in what you have to say. Thanks. LonEXCLUSIVE VIDEO of CHICAGO MOTHMAN RECORDED----------Become a Phantoms & Monsters Radio member - just $2.99 monthly, and receive these perks. Thanks for your support!-Members-only live chats-Exclusive members-only videos-Priority reply to members' commentsHave perks suggestions? LMK-----YOUR SUPPORT IS APPRECIATED! THANKS

After almost 2 decades, an experiencer comes forward to describe her frightening Reptilian encounter. She felt mentally and spiritually controlled in the presence of this being."Hi. Upon reading online about reptilian beings visiting people I summoned up my courage to speak out about my experience 19 years ago.In 2005 I lived in Colchester, England with my long-term partner and was working at a local cafe where I met and worked with people who first introduced me to the beliefs surrounding the Illuminati.When I fell pregnant we decided to move to Australia where strange things started to happen in my sleep. The first one I remember is waking up and not being able to move or talk. It was extremely frightening and although it happened on several occasions I was hesitant to tell my partner in case he thought I was crazy. On the contrary, I felt mentally and spiritually strong which helped me fight to overcome the forces that were controlling me every time.I also used to see tiny green lights in the corners of my room during the night.One night I was woken to find what I can only describe as a reptile-like creature/being standing over me on two legs. It had a frill around its neck that was in a threatened-like extension, very muscular, and a tail. He was making a hissing noise I felt that was certainly not friendly looking almost through me when our eyes met and as in previous experiences I was not able to move or speak and felt paralyzed yet wide awake. In absolute terror, I shut my eyes and opened them and it was gone.I was beside myself and was in fear of his return. It wasn't the last time I awoke to him, he also came to me in a dream. In my dream, I was sitting at my friend's square table talking with her and I knew he was there. In my dream I remember as my friend was talking I was being coaxed away and taken by him, It felt like an out-of-body experience as I could see myself in my dream at the table with her, I knew I had been taken. I managed with all of my spirit to fight the strength he had on me and I remember feeling like I wasn't ready to go and that he'd be back when I was because after that it didn't return and hasn't.After I had my baby I remember seeing lights the same green ones I saw in my room in her cot at night when she woke for feeding. I don't know why this happened to me or why I got a frill neck but I know I'm not alone and I know I'm not crazy! Take care," S**********PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!UNDERWATER HUMANOIDS - AQUATIC ANOMALIES | LIVE CHAT | Q & A (AMAZING EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)LISTEN TO NARRATIONS OF PHANTOMS & MONSTERS REPORTS & CASES - PLEASE SUBSCRIBE, LIKE & SHAREPHANTOMS & MONSTERS RADIO Podcasts on SpotifyPHANTOMS & MONSTERS READING LISTCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistHave you had a sighting or encounter?Contact me by email or call the hotline at 410-241-5974Thanks. LonJOIN AMAZON PRIME - Unlimited Movie/TV Streaming& FREE 2-Day ShippingRegister a SNAP EBT CardTry Audible PlusBigfoot and Other Cryptid Videos on YouTubeLYCANS! - PENNSYLVANIA'S CRYPTID CANINES UPDATE'KILLER BIGFOOT' HUNTED BY U.S. SPECIAL FORCES / GLIMMER MAN / MANTIS HUMANOIDSCRAWLER HUMANOIDS - GRUESOME INVADERS! (REAL EYEWITNESS ENCOUNTERS!)WEREWOLVES: DO THEY EXIST?'DOGMAN IN OUR YARD!' - AN OHIO FAMILY'S 12-YEAR SAGA WITH CRYPTID CANINESHey, folks. Thanks for the congrats on 'The Mothman Revisited' episode on Unsolved Mysteries. As a result, we are receiving more sighting reports and are very excited and grateful for the new information!I sincerely thank the Unsolved Mysteries team and Netflix for allowing us to tell the world about this phenomenon.If you have information about this or any other cryptid or unexplained sighting or encounter, please feel free to contact me by email or at 410-241-5974. Thanks again! LonCHICAGO MOTHMAN / O'HARE BATMAN YouTube PlaylistChicago / Lake Michigan Winged Humanoid Regional Interactive MapHey, folks. Please feel free to share your thoughts & comments on the recently uploaded video of the CHICAGO MOTHMAN. I'm interested in what you have to say. Thanks. LonEXCLUSIVE VIDEO of CHICAGO MOTHMAN RECORDED----------Become a Phantoms & Monsters Radio member - just $2.99 monthly, and receive these perks. Thanks for your support!-Members-only live chats-Exclusive members-only videos-Priority reply to members' commentsHave perks suggestions? LMK-----YOUR SUPPORT IS APPRECIATED! THANKS

Fear has always been a powerful muse for rock music, a genre that thrives on raw emotion and the exploration of the human psyche’s darker corners. From the haunting anxieties that lurk in the shadows of our minds to the all-too-real terrors of everyday life, fear takes many shapes and forms, making it an ideal subject for some of rock’s most compelling songs. Whether it’s the psychological paranoia that grips us in the dead of night or the existential dread of facing the unknown, fear is a universal experience that every listener can relate to. In this list, we explore The post 10 Best Rock Songs About Fear Or Being Afraid appeared first on ClassicRockHistory.com.

Have you ever felt anxious in sympathy with a parent whose child just caused a catastrophic accident in a public place? From Haifa, Israel, comes a story that will twist your insides just reading it—a 4-year-old who knocked over a Bronze Age vase that dates back 3,500 years. Father Alex Geller didn’t see the vase […] The post 4-year-old Shattered a Bronze Age Jar in Museum. Now, He’ll Get to See How Experts Restored It appeared first on Good News Network.

Books book review Too Much is Happening in The Stars Too Fondly by Emily Hamilton A review of Emily Hamilton’s new science fiction novel By Liz Bourke | Published on September 4, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share The Stars Too Fondly is Emily Hamilton’s debut novel. It’s a fast-paced, entertaining science-fiction romance romp, replete with pop-culture riffs and references. But underneath the smart-arse asides, witty banter, and sexual-romantic chemistry, I’m not sure it has any real core of meaning beyond the platitudinous. Not everything has to be deep and meaningful, of course, but it’s good to set your expectations appropriately. Cleo McQueary and her well-educated mid-twenties friends Kaleisha Reid, Abraham Yang (of whom the first thing we learn is that, “He was Chinese American”), and Ros Wheeler, didn’t intend to steal the Providence I spacecraft. They only wanted to break in and see for themselves the vessel that, twenty years prior in 2041, had been humanity’s best hope for establishing a human population on another world and perpetuating the species beyond Earth’s seemingly-inevitable rapid decline.1 At least it was, before the Providence’s entire crew simply vanished from aboard her in the middle of the launch sequence. Cleo and her friends hope to find out why—a question that the very thorough investigation of twenty years before could not answer. But the dark matter engine—the proprietary, experimental technology that was supposed to allow the Providence to travel to Proxima Centauri B,2 and a technology that has since been abandoned, along with a crewed space program—starts all on its own as soon as Cleo and her friends get close to the engine. The Providence takes them automatically and unstoppably through launch, into space, and well on their irreversible way to Proxima Centauri—a seven-year voyage. Their only assistance is the holographic artificial intelligence built from the mind and memories of the ship’s captain, Wilhelmina Lucas, or Billie to her friends. Apart from being holographic, Billie is otherwise indistinguishable from the original Captain Lucas, and she’s not thrilled that her entire crew, including her little brother Elijah, are vanished-presumed-dead. Meanwhile, except for Cleo, the friends are coping pretty badly with the idea that they’re going to spend fourteen years trapped aboard the Providence with only each other for company before they could possibly return home, and even Cleo’s not exactly coping brilliantly well. Matters only become more complicated when it transpires that their brief brush up close and personal with the dark matter engine has given them strange abilities, abilities which in Cleo’s case appear to let her see into parts of the past. Buy the Book The Stars Too Fondly Emily Hamilton Buy Book The Stars Too Fondly Emily Hamilton Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget They need to be able to control their abilities, for their safety and the safety of the ship, and while learning to do so, Cleo a) starts to get hints about how and why the entire crew vanished, and b) starts falling in love with the literally untouchable Billie, who also reciprocates her feelings, even though she no longer has a body. An awkward state of affairs, to be sure. Between Billie’s memories and Cleo’s new powers, the friends slowly begin to figure out what actually happened with the Providence all those years ago. It involves interaction with another dimension—the “Other Place,” as Hamilton’s characters call it. The crew of the Providence are not dead, after all, but rather they—including Captain Lucas—were translated to this Other Place, where they have been kept ever since, unharmed but unchanging. We learn this in Captain Lucas’s point of view, in interludes interspersed with the rest of the narrative, and we learn, too, that Captain Lucas can see into her original dimension. She’s been falling in love with Cleo even as Cleo and Billie have been falling in love with each other. Captain Lucas wants the Other Place to let her and her crew go, and she wants Cleo and her friends to use their abilities to a) stop a terrible threat to the Other Place, and b) let the crew out, if the Other Place won’t release them on its own. Love, as they say, is the most powerful force in the universe, and this is a love story, so you know it will all come right in the end. I had thought that Hamilton would do something clever and plausible within the constraints of the universe she developed, and have the AI Billie turn out not to be AI at all, but rather a projection of Captain Lucas from the Other Place. The novel sets itself in 2061; it seems deeply implausible that someone could copy their entire consciousness into digital form, a true artificial person indistinguishable from the original, in 2041. A projection of a real person would make the romantic happy ending—in which AI-Billie sacrifices herself to save the four friends, but also in which Cleo ends up with the real Billie, who’s aware of everything that happened with AI-Billie, so the happily-ever-after remains in prospect—seem less pat and unearned. But this is not the case: AI-Billie is a true AI, after all. In the face of that required suspension of disbelief, the fact that all the equipment aboard the Providence is still in situ and working reasonably well, rather than removed during the course of the investigation, or sold off and repurposed in course of the two decades since, and that the crew’s next of kin has not claimed their effects, is a much smaller hurdle to clear. Perhaps I’m too demanding in wanting the set dressing for this story of friendship, superpowers, space and romance to make sense within its own context. Hamilton writes with verve and style, and makes it easy to overlook the novel’s flaws. The Stars Too Fondly reminds me of the fluffier end of Star Trek, and in its tone, of Becky Chambers’ The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet. Its explicitly diverse cast, with its trans and nonbinary characters and their care for and connection to each other, is pleasant to read, and its narrative trips entertainingly along. I’m too jaded to be its ideal reader, but I expect plenty of others will find it heart-warming and delightful.[end-mark] The Stars Too Fondly is published by Harper Voyager. I don’t know about you, but in my case, the more I learn about space, the more my attitude towards Earth—even an Earth suffering under the hellish consequences of 6 degrees Celsius or more of global warming—is you will pry me off this Edenic paradise world when the sun cooks it and not before, since it seems that even the best case scenario for inhabiting other worlds would involve living in tunnels like moles with extremely restricted resources. Let’s try that here, first. ︎Hamilton’s Proxima Centauri B is tidally locked, with a narrow band of barely-survivable temperatures in its twilight zone, but possesses a human-breathable atmosphere and was, apparently, reachable by probes that returned prior to 2041. ︎The post Too Much is Happening in <i>The Stars Too Fondly</i> by Emily Hamilton appeared first on Reactor.

Excerpts romantic fantasy Read an Excerpt From Abigail Owen’s The Games Gods Play The gods love to play with us mere mortals. And every hundred years, we let them… By Abigail Owen | Published on September 4, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from The Games Gods Play, a new romantic fantasy novel by Abigail Owen, out now from Red Tower Books. I have never been favored by the gods. Far from it, thanks to Zeus.Living as a cursed office clerk for the Order of Thieves, I just keep my head down and hope the capricious beings who rule from Olympus won’t notice me. Not an easy feat, given San Francisco is Zeus’ patron city, but I make do. I survive. Until the night I tangle with a different god.The worst god. Hades.For the first time ever, the ruthless, mercurial King of the Underworld has entered the Crucible—the deadly contest the gods hold to determine a new ruler to sit on the throne of Olympus. But instead of fighting their own battles, the gods name mortals to compete in their stead.So why in the Underworld did Hades choose me—a sarcastic nobody with a curse on her shoulders—as his champion? And why does my heart trip every time he says I’m his?I don’t know if I’m a pawn, bait, or something else entirely to this dangerously tempting god. How can I, when he has more secrets than stars in the sky?Because Hades is playing by his own rules… and Death will win at any cost. 3 The Last Mistake I’ll Ever Make Raw emotions bubble inside me like a poisonous potion in a witch’s cauldron. I haven’t entirely decided what I’m going to do when I get to the temple. I’m either going to beg that egotistical fucking god Zeus to remove his punishment or I’m going to do something worse. One way or the other, my problem will be solved. And, unlike earlier, now I don’t give a shit that midnight is the start of the Crucible and all the “rules” that come with the cryptic festival. We mortals know only how the festival begins, how it ends, and how we celebrate in between. They begin with each of the major Olympian gods and goddesses choosing a mortal champion during the rites at the start. The festivities end when some of the mortals selected return. Some don’t. The ones who do make it back don’t remember a thing, or maybe they’re too scared to talk about it. And the ones who don’t, well, their families are showered in blessings, so it’s supposedly an honor to be chosen either way. Regardless, mortals have been throwing this festival every hundred years since what feels like the dawn of time, everyone hoping they’ll be chosen by their favored god. What can I say? Humans are foolish. Zeus is probably in his heavenly city on Mount Olympus, busy preparing for the start of the Selection Ceremony, but I’m having it out with him right now. It can’t wait. I just need to get his attention is all. Luckily, everyone knows the one thing Zeus is most attached to in our world—his fucking temple. Adrenaline pumps in my veins as I hurry through the trees. The temple is already cordoned off, but at least I’ve got enough thief training to be able to get around the barriers with no one noticing. I skirt past a row of perfectly manicured bushes and approach the place from the back, where I’m less likely to be seen. The arcs of lightning overhead fill the air this close to the temple with charged electricity, masking the sounds of my footsteps as the hairs on my arms stand on end like toy soldiers. I should take that as a warning. I don’t. I keep going. Buy the Book The Games Gods Play Abigail Owen Buy Book The Games Gods Play Abigail Owen Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget Staring at the pristine columns surrounding the walled-off inner temple rooms in the center, I try to formulate a plan. Praying and begging first would be the smart move. But now that I’m standing here, alone in the dark, with my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides, every unbearable, excruciating millisecond of misery caused by Zeus’ curse flashes through my head. I’m shaking so hard with a vile concoction of anger and heartache and mortification that I rock on my feet. But the worst part of all is that, maybe for the first time ever, I admit to myself how fucking lonely I am. I’ve never known what it’s like to whisper secrets to a friend, or hold someone’s hand, or have someone to just sit with me when I’m feeling low. We wouldn’t even have to talk. And I just… In a haze, almost as if I’m watching myself from the outside, I search the ground around me and grab a rock. Cocking my arm back, I go to hurl it at the nearest column. Only, a hand clamps around my wrist mid-throw, and I’m jerked back against a broad chest. Strong arms encircle me. “I don’t think so,” a deep voice says in my ear. I forget every self-defense technique drilled into me and instead thrash against my captor’s hold. “Let me go!” “I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, and for some reason, I believe him. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be free, though. I have shit to deal with. “I said”—I grit out each word—“Let. Me. Go.” His grip tightens. “Not if you’re going to hurl rocks at the temple. I don’t feel like dealing with Zeus tonight.” “Well, I do!” I kick out, trying to twist away. “He’s an asshole, I get it. Trust me,” my captor mutters in a low voice. “But if I thought throwing a tantrum would change that, I’d have brought that temple down with my bare hands years ago.” It’s not just the words—something in his tone makes me still in his arms, almost as though the two of us are sharing the same emotion. The same anger. The feeling steals my breath, and I find myself leaning back, reveling in the moment. As if, for the first time in my life, I don’t feel utterly alone. Is this what it’s like to connect with someone? Crickets chirp in the distance, their slow cadence in sync with his even breaths. In sync with mine now, too, I realize. “If I let you go, do you promise not to attack a defenseless building again?” he asks softly. “No,” I admit, and I feel a sigh rumble in his chest. So I add, “That fuckhead doesn’t deserve any prayers.” “Careful.” His voice wobbles. Is he laughing? “Why?” I ask, a surprising grin spreading across my lips when only a few seconds ago, I was ready to throw down with a god. “You worried someone might want to hit me with a bolt of lightning while I’m in your arms?” “Talk like that could win a few hearts.” His voice is soft, his breath rustling the hair at my ear. I go stiff against him, my chin falling to my chest. “Highly unlikely,” I mutter at the ground. “Zeus made sure no one can ever love me.” A gaping hole of silence greets my bitterness. My interfering do-gooder drops his arms and takes a step back, probably worried curses are contagious. I immediately miss his warmth and shove my hands in my pockets. “I…” He trails off as if considering his words. “Find that hard to believe.” I’m so desperate to escape this whole scene, the change in his tone doesn’t entirely penetrate as I round on him. “Listen, I’m fine now. You can move on…” The rest of my words wither on my lips. If I went dead still earlier, I might as well have looked Medusa in the eyes now. The only thing about me that moves is the blood pumping through me so hard and fast, my ears thrum. My mind races to make sense of what my eyes are telling me. Oh no. This can’t be happening. Suddenly, it’s as if all the emotions that drove me here like a banshee with a bone to pick blow themselves out, leaving me empty. I finally felt a smidgeon of connection with someone, and it’s… I mean… I did come up here to have it out with a god. Just not this one. Even in the dark, only illuminated by constant strobes of lightning, I can see the perfection of his sculpted face—with its hard jaw, a high brow, dark eyes, and lips almost too pretty for his otherwise harsh features—as a clue of what he is. Only the gods and goddesses boast that kind of beauty. But it’s the pale lock that curls up off his forehead into the blackness of the rest of his hair that gives him away. Every mortal knows the story of how his brother tried to kill him once by taking an axe to his head while he slept, but only succeeded in leaving a scar that changed his hair in that one spot. Unmistakable. Not to mention unforgettable—and extremely unfortunate for me. Tangling with this god is so much worse than my original plan. Run. The instinct finally punches through me, urging me to make my legs move. But there’s no point. Besides, the instinct to freeze in place is stronger. “I’m afraid one of us shouldn’t be here,” I quip, my mouth always filling in for my brain when I’m nervous. Not helping, Lyra. I’m also not entirely wrong. What is he doing at this particular temple? He says nothing, standing with his arms crossed, taking me in the same way I did him, only with a tension that fills the air with more electricity than Zeus’ lightning. I know what he sees—a slip of a woman with short raven hair, a smallish face, pointed chin, and catlike eyes. My one vanity. They are deep green with a darker outer ring and gold at the center, fringed by long, black lashes. Maybe if I bat them at him? Except beguiling is not in my list of skills, so I nix that thought. He’s still staring. There’s an intensity to him that sets me more on edge with every passing second, every part of me prickling. Silence fills the gaps between us for so long that I reconsider running as an option. “Do you know who I am?” he finally asks. His deep voice would be smooth except for the harsh growl at the bottom of it. Like a silky, still lake broken by ripples from something under the surface. Is he serious with that question, though? Everyone knows who he is. “Should I?” Holy hells, stop popping off, Lyra. The god’s eyes narrow slightly at my flippant response. Face assuming a hard cast, he takes two slow, long strides directly into my space. “Do you know who I am?” Everything inside me shrivels like my body already knows I’m dead anyway and is just getting a head start. Fear has a taste I’m more than familiar with—metallic in the mouth, like blood. Or maybe I just bit my tongue. The gods have punished mortals for much less than what I’ve done and said so far tonight. My entire body quivers. Merciful gods. “Hades.” I swallow. “You are Hades.” The god of death and King of the Underworld himself. And he does not look happy. Excerpted from The Games Gods Play by Abigail Owen. Reprinted with permission from Red Tower Books, an imprint of Entangled Publishing. All rights reserved. The post Read an Excerpt From Abigail Owen’s <i>The Games Gods Play</i> appeared first on Reactor.

News A Minecraft Movie Witness Jason Momoa’s Pink Leather Jacket & Smeared Eyeliner in A Minecraft Movie Trailer By Vanessa Armstrong | Published on September 4, 2024 Screenshot: Warner Bros. Comment 0 Share New Share Screenshot: Warner Bros. The live-action (kinda) adaptation of Minecraft is creeping ever closer to theaters, and today we got a trailer that gives us our first good glimpse of what the heck this film will look like. For those who don’t know, Minecraft is the best-selling game of all time, where players create worlds out of block-shaped pieces. According to the teaser for the film, which is accurately titled A Minecraft Movie, it looks like some humans played by Jason Momoa, Emma Myers (Wednesday), Danielle Brooks (The Color Purple, Peacemaker, Orange is the New Black), and the young Sebastian Eugene Hansen (Just Mercy), find themselves in Minecraft land. What are they doing there? Here’s what the synopsis tells us: Welcome to the world of Minecraft, where creativity doesn’t just help you craft, it’s essential to one’s survival! Four misfits—Garrett “The Garbage Man” Garrison (Momoa), Henry (Hansen), Natalie (Myers), and Dawn (Brooks)—find themselves struggling with ordinary problems when they are suddenly pulled through a mysterious portal into the Overworld: a bizarre, cubic wonderland that thrives on imagination. To get back home, they’ll have to master this world (and protect it from evil things like Piglins and Zombies, too) while embarking on a magical quest with an unexpected, expert crafter, Steve (Black). Together, their adventure will challenge all five to be bold and to reconnect with the qualities that make each of them uniquely creative… the very skills they need to thrive back in the real world. The teaser does give us a glimpse of some of the block-shaped characters (including a square-faced llama) that are unsurprisingly disturbing though not quite as bad as the original Sonic the Hedgehog we saw in those film adaptations. We also see Jack Black as Minecraft Steve in full live-action form, even though his video game counterpart is the first avatar that players could take on. A Minecraft Movie is directed by Jared Hess (Napoleon Dynamite, Nacho Libre). It also features actors Kate McKinnon, Jermaine Clement, and Jennifer Coolidge, and is set to come out “sometime in 2025.” Check out the teaser trailer below. [end-mark] The post Witness Jason Momoa’s Pink Leather Jacket & Smeared Eyeliner in <i>A Minecraft Movie</i> Trailer appeared first on Reactor.