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A grandfather recalls an incident when he was a child of an encounter with multiple 'ape-men' while panning for gold with his family at Elliot Lake, Ontario.I received the following account:"My grandpa, a WWII veteran and born in Scotland, came to Canada with my great-grandparents and lived by Elliot Lake from about 2 years of age, until paranormal activity plagued him and his large family, when, at about 11 years of age, they moved to the golden-mile region of Ontario to Alliston. He, his 4 brothers, and his father used to pan for gold in the various rivers and streams, near Elliot Lake and, that part of Northern Ontario, known to be rich in other precious metals and gems, especially Amethyst, took them to Elliot Lake, in search of many other minerals, stones, silver and gold, various other times, whilst his family lived there.He recounted, to me, the 1st time, of many paranormal experiences, where he recalled an anomalous or paranormal experience, during a week-long camping/gold panning excursion with his father two of his brothers, and one of his sisters, when he was about 9, where they'd been cooking fish, caught by his sister, over a campfire. He had little memory of any experiences that preceded this memory, although he'd overheard much discussion about them. Anyhow, as they waited to eat his sister's catches, creepy screeching, howling, and then chattering sound(s) could be heard, almost as if close by but emanating from somewhere within the forest that surrounded their campsite.He told me that, they were sitting around on logs, as their father was quite strict and, although the three boys were talking loudly, the creepy unknown sounds, quickly reduced the talk to nothing and, his dad, who had picked up his shotgun had really instilled a deep sense of fear, to which they remained vigilantly silent and continued to listen, in earnest. Due to the pending sense of danger these queer sounds they'd heard, coupled with their father having picked up the shotgun, they continued to listen, in complete silence, the only other sound came from the popping and crackling of the burning wood on their campfire.At first, what they heard was screeching and the boys thought nothing of it but, later, his older sister told him that she'd asked their father what it was. Once silence set in between the boys, it became obvious that this screeching sound did not sound like anything human, the growls and chatter, at first sounding like monkeys, were more guttural and quite frightening. There had been some talk of "ape-men" in the area, during the 1930s but, not many would talk about it openly, for fear of being labeled as delusional or crazy yet, in whispers to one another, the boys speculated that these sounds were coming from an "ape-man". Then, after being hushed up again by their father, it sounded like the chatter was emanating from two or more unknown creatures, and, within a short time, these sounds came closer to them.What truly frightened them was the screeches or screams, as if an unknown creature was injured or in pain or trouble, and the theory, later on, was that this creature was calling for the help of one of its kind.These sounds came nearer and nearer, the screeching began to subside and the chatter between these 2 or more creatures grew. Quietly but quickly, my grandfather's dad, after instructions to my great aunt to hide, and the boys snuffed out the fire, buried the fish and, grabbing only necessary items, to carry on their backs, abandoned camp, grabbing grandpa's sister and hastily scrambled away from the approaching sounds. One of his brother's strings of his pack broke and important tools were in this bag so, two of the brothers stopped to save what they could and placed them in the other brother's bag.My grandpa and his sisters were in front of their father, who was in the middle and guarding the boys as they saved this gear. The two boys were, of course, behind him and somewhat still exposed to the opening of the trees and most near the lakefront where their now abandoned camp stood. Suddenly, my great-grandfather hollered out "Leave the gear and run, run", amongst other things that Grandpa said he'd not repeat. My great-aunt screamed which distracted the two boys, in turn, a fear-inducing howl, unlike anything any of them had ever heard before, came very loudly and very close by too.My great-grandfather hollered "There's 4 or 5 of them" and "God help us". My grandfather said that the two brothers left everything and the group ran, whilst their father fired shots at one of them, because, two "ape-men" retreated, one was carrying a smaller one but, one was running towards them, growling and shrieking aggressively. Fortunately, all 5 family members were unharmed and able to get away. To where, I don't think Grandpa said.They only ever discussed this encounter, amongst themselves but a couple of times, until many years had passed. By the time my great-uncle George had brought it up with my grandpa and my great-uncle Gord, they'd all been married and started families, scattering about different areas of Ontario. Grandpa believes it was in 1949 before my mom and two of her older sisters were born. He and grandma had only 2 of 5 of their children, at the time but, what prompted the discussion was a Bigfoot/Sasquatch story in Dawson's Creek BC, where my grandparents were about to move.From the time this Bigfoot sighting, of 3-5 of them, happened in the 1930s to the late 1940s, many stories had been appearing in many newspapers, especially post WWII. My grandfather was a closet Sasquatch researcher, amongst other areas of paranormal research, and collected any article he'd come across, over those nearly 2 decades.Afterward, this open discussion about the experience the brothers had, Grandpa shared the research with George and Gord and Sasquatch had a name, here in Canada. Throughout Grandpa's lifetime, proceeding his childhood experiences on Elliot Lake, after this discussion in 1949, Grandpa began to write stories for newspapers in, both, Ontario and British Columbia publications, most notably The Toronto Star.This was not his only paranormal experience but, it was one in which there were other witnesses. Grandpa had numerous paranormal experiences throughout his life and Elliott Lake was the place where some of the more frightening but, accepted experiences took place.He and his brother Gord saw UFOs there but, other anomalous creatures/entities were seen by him and others he knew, as a child. I believe that everything Grandpa ever shared with the people who read his newspaper stories was true. He did not always mention that these stories were based on, if not 100% real-life, true accounts but, he was well-read. Unfortunately, back in the '50s and '60s, a published story only paid an average of $200. His highest-paid story published was in 1973, for which he was paid $1,000 but it was not a paranormal story. It was a comedy called "Mother Drives", a non-fiction account of him trying to teach grandma, a 4' 11" Scotswoman how to drive a huge Cadillac "boat", as she called it.In short, I have no idea where these Bigfoot cryptids come from, be it underground, in caves, or possibly inter-dimensional but, I too think they're real. Also, there is some kind of tie-in with UFOs and Elliot Lake is a popular destination for Bigfoot/Sasquatch hunters to date. His other paranormal experiences/publications are fascinating too. I have kept every original manuscript or writing he's ever written, whether published or not, and, one day, in honor of him and his unpublished work especially, plan to put together a book full of his stories. Thanks for reading and have a great weekend ahead! God bless you and your family and friends too!" K**********TIME ANOMALIES! TRAVELERS & GLITCHES | LIVE Chat | Q & A | Join Us! (AMAZING EXPERIENCER REPORTS)PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!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. LonOUR SOCIAL MEDIA LINKSBigfoot 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! 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A McDowell County, West Virginia eyewitness describes their close encounter and observation of the 'Mothman.' What are your thoughts on the description?I received the following account:"Hello - I just wanted to give a correct description of the Mothman because I saw them close up in 2011 in McDowell County, West Virginia close to the town of Bradshaw in my backyard perching in a tree. I observed them for some time in horror. They have elongated skulls, and their nose and mouth kind of favor that of a cat until they open from both sides and show 4 rows of teeth.There were males and females, the male standing to be 9 feet tall and the female maybe 2 feet shorter. They were perched in the trees like gargoyles but they stood up and I got a good look at them. Their eyes and skulls were elongated and their teeth were sharpened to a point. They were covered in brown and black. Black through parts of the face, feet, and hands, and the wings were black with talons. They didn't have butterfly wings. They had wings like an angel with talons. The wings fastened on the back and at the wrist. The movie 'Jeepers Creepers' was close, except for the face.They took flight and the wind beneath them made the ground seem to shake. I noticed while observing these creatures for close to an hour that they seemed to telecommunicate and there was a sound coming from them that sounded like an old locomotive screeching of wheels and they clacked their teeth at each other and then took flight. Very frightening creaturesIf I had to guess I'd say they've been here with us all along, as I feel these creatures live under the ground and hunt at night. The red eyes glow when the light hits them. I felt I'd just see fallen angels. Not the pretty ones you see in pictures. God is the master of the skies. I'm sure he has many creations men haven't discovered. I pay more attention to my surroundings, thanks to my experience and I always check the trees. I am in my right mind and wouldn't tell a lie to doom my soul. I eyewitnessed these events." JL**********TIME ANOMALIES! TRAVELERS & GLITCHES | LIVE Chat | Q & A | Join Us! (AMAZING EXPERIENCER REPORTS)PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!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. LonOUR SOCIAL MEDIA LINKSBigfoot 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

Most people I have helped with attachments were so-called paranormal investigators who thought summoning spirits in a cemetery would be a good idea. Take heed in the garden of good and evil. I received the following account:"Hi. I wanted to share this story with someone. I really can't find a reasonable explanation for what happened that night. It was just a strange and alarming experience.This happened a few years ago. My friend had heard that the Northern Lights might be visible in our area and asked if I wanted to go for a drive out into the country to see if we could catch a glimpse. So we headed out after dark and drove for a few hours, just searching for a good vantage point.After a while, we started to give up on seeing the lights. My friend realized that we were close to her hometown, and noted that she had been wanting to visit the local cemetery to find the graves of some of her distant relatives (she had recently been researching her genealogy). It was a clear, warm night, and we were both a little disappointed that we hadn't seen the lights; we both wanted to make the trip worthwhile, so we agreed to swing by the cemetery.We found the graves, took some photos, and just wandered around for a little while. My friend was leading the way, using the flashlight on her phone to light the path and ensure that we didn't accidentally step on any of the graves. I had been feeling increasingly anxious since we arrived, which struck me as odd -- I have done several cemetery seriation projects as an archaeologist, and don't normally feel nervous in cemeteries, even at night. In fact, I usually find that cemeteries are pretty peaceful and calming. But I felt really strange in that cemetery, and found myself frequently spinning around because I felt like someone was standing behind me. Still, I just chalked it up to general anxiety and tried not to dwell on it. One of the problems with having an anxiety disorder is that it's sometimes hard to tell when your nervousness is justified. Even in retrospect, I don't know if my anxiety was just in my head or if it was related to what would happen next.After wandering for a while, we realized that it was approaching 1 am and that we should probably get back home. We headed toward the car. The car was in sight and my friend was a few yards ahead of me when it happened.I suddenly got that nervous feeling again, and thought that I heard someone running up behind me. I was starting to turn my head to look back when I felt something collide with my back, right between my shoulder blades.There was a weight behind it, as if someone had actually hurdled into me. The impact was so forceful that I was thrown forward and fell flat on my face, and as I scrambled to get back up, I felt the weight hitting me in the shoulders again and was shoved back down. I glanced up to see my friend running toward me. She had also heard someone running up to us, had heard my initial fall and had turned just in time to see me being pushed back down -- she would later tell me that she had seen my hoodie flattening against my back and shifting, as if someone had been pressing their hands against my shoulders.She grabbed my arm to pull me up just as the weight disappeared and we both bolted to the car, jumping in and instinctively locking the doors. She wasted no time starting the engine and then hastily peeled out of the driveway. As soon as we hit the road we just sped away from there.We drove for several minutes without saying a word. I think we were both stunned and, more than anything, confused. She finally glanced at me and said, "What the hell just happened?" I didn't quite know how to answer that. I told her that someone had shoved me to the ground, and she said, "I know. I saw. But what was that? There was nothing there."We tried to come up with a rational explanation, but none of them made any sense. Had someone ambushed me and then bolted? Definitely not. We would have seen them. Had I tripped? No, I had definitely felt something pushing me, and my friend had seen me being shoved back down. Had it been the wind? Not possible. There hadn't been so much as a breeze that night, and if there had been some freak gust of wind, it would have hit my friend, too. Perhaps an animal had attacked me? But that didn't seem possible, either. There were no local animals large enough, strong enough, and stealthy enough to topple a full-grown human without being seen. I had been in full view of my friend (illuminated by her flashlight) during the second fall, and the weight had remained at my shoulders even as she was coming right up to me. She should have been able to see whatever had been pushing me...but there was nothing. We just couldn't explain it. Whatever had pushed me -- twice -- it hadn't been visible to us.As the adrenaline faded, I noticed something else -- my back hurt. Right between my shoulder blades, right where I had felt the impact, I could feel a sort of stinging, prickly sensation. It felt like my back had been brushed with stinging nettles. I mentioned this to my friend, and she insisted on pulling over to look at my back. She switched the hood light on and pulled the collar of my hoodie down to look. I heard her mutter, "WTF?"She took a photo of my back and showed it to me. The skin between my shoulder blades was reddened, and several little blisters had started to appear (they later swelled up and popped; it was as if I had gotten a sunburn or a chemical burn). There weren't any scratches or cuts, it was a relatively subtle mark, but it was still clearly there. We certainly couldn't figure out how I'd gotten burned. I hadn't rubbed up against anything, I hadn't touched my back. I'd been wearing my hoodie all night and there were no tears or marks in the fabric. And it hurt. It continued to sting for several days.I couldn't sleep that night. My back hurt, and every time I started to drift off, I'd suddenly sense that someone was standing over my shoulder and I would startle awake. I couldn't really understand what had happened at the cemetery, but it truly rattled me. I don't know if I believe in things like ghosts or demons, to be honest. But I know that something truly bizarre and frightening happened that night, and my inability to explain it, to account for every strange little detail was deeply disturbing. It's been really difficult to grapple with this...I already have PTSD from a previous assault, and there is something profoundly unsettling about the fact that, in this instance, there is nothing I could have done to defend myself -- and with no clear explanation for it, there is no way for me to prevent something like this from happening again.I've had several odd nightmares since then; dreams that are similar to the nightmares that I'd had for years when I was growing up. I don't know where they came from, but for as long as I can remember, I've had dreams in which a creature is attempting to lure me in one way or another, and in the dreams I usually understand this creature to be a devil or a demon.Sometimes it takes the form of an old woman. I had one dream when I was about 13 years old in which I was wandering through a forest. I came across a little cottage with the old woman standing by the porch. She beckoned me inside, and I acquiesced. We spent some time casually talking and baking cookies, but I felt uneasy around her and got the sense that she wanted something from me. At one point I glanced out the window and noticed a group of people standing in the yard, calling out to the old woman. I asked who these people were, and I vividly remember what she told me: "They want me to take them in, but I don't want them. I want you."In other dreams, it has had a more sinister appearance, but I always recognize it as the same creature. I sometimes have dreams in which it is sitting in the dark at my bedside, whispering to me. It has a shadowy appearance with long, lanky limbs and empty eye sockets; its teeth are made of razor wire, and there is something like blood or wine gleaming on its lips. Like this. In those dreams, I can hear it whispering but can't understand what it's saying. Sometimes I have dreams of the same creature sitting in a chair in the corner of my room, eating a rotten apple. I have long suspected that this creature is some manifestation of my deepest and most troubling fears.I know these are just dreams, but I mention it because those dreams had subsided in my early 20s, but the incident at the cemetery rattled me so much that they've returned. It seems to have shaken my understanding of the world around me, opening the floodgates to my own inner demons. In these new dreams, the creature is standing upright behind me at the cemetery; time seems to be slowing down, I can see my friend frozen ahead of me, and the creature is whispering at my back. I don't know why my mind is conflating that dream creature with my encounter at the cemetery, but the fear has increasingly kept me up at night.Anyway...I just wanted to share this, because I have no idea WTF happened that night. My friend believes it was a ghost, but I don't know. I've just never personally experienced anything like this. I really don't know what to do with it." CNOTE: A physical attack (or even a psychic attack) by an entity and/or a spirit attachment in a cemetery is not an uncommon occurrence. Take heed in the garden of good and evil. LonToward the Light: Rescuing Spirits, Trapped Souls, and Earthbound GhostsLight the Way: A Guide to Becoming a Rescue MediumThe Time Before the Secret Words: On the path of Remote Viewing, High Strangeness and ZenImpossible Realities: The Science Behind Energy Healing, Telepathy, Reincarnation, Precognition, and Other Black Swan PhenomenaThe Djinn Connection: The Hidden Links Between Djinn, Shadow People, ETs, Nephilim, Archons, Reptilians and Other Entities**********TIME ANOMALIES! TRAVELERS & GLITCHES | LIVE Chat | Q & A | Join Us! (AMAZING EXPERIENCER REPORTS)PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!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. LonOUR SOCIAL MEDIA LINKSBigfoot 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! 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A Wisconsin eyewitness describes their encounter with a green-eyed, muscular, cat-like biped that they observed while driving at night on a dark country road. What was it?I received the following account:"For many years I have been haunted by something I saw in the back country of Wisconsin. It was early spring and I was headed down a dark country road around 8 PM south of Barron, WI. Surrounded by trees, I drove over a hill and then a little way down the other side, I saw the reflection of green eyes near my driver’s side window about 4 feet high. I was confused because they were right by my window and I didn’t see anything in the road ahead of me a second earlier. It was like it was trying to be invisible and had appeared just a moment too soon.I drove a little further and decided to turn around to see if my eye played a trick on me or, if it was indeed, an animal of some kind. As I approached my mind whirled because my brain could see an animal there but then an overwhelming sense of fear overcame me when I could not assign a known animal to it. I pulled up to it, now about 20 feet or so from it. I was horrified by this time and knew in my heart that I could not take my lights off it or I would die, or so my gut told me.In front of me stood a creature that was four feet, but approximately 5 to 6 feet tall to the top of its head. It had the head of something like a cat, and the muscular body of a dog, but was the size of a cow and very lean. It had cat-like ears but and short type of snout, but overall was definitely not a cat. It had cocoa brown fur with dark brown zebra-like stripes running down its sides. It also had a dark brown mane running down its back. Its green eyes were in the front of its head. Out of fear, I flashed my headlights at it and then honked my horn hoping it would run off. It only looked as if I infuriated it as it brought its head down to the ground keeping its eyes on me as if it was threatened. Several times, the thought crossed my mind that it, in fact, was strong and big enough to bash the windshield, rip me out of the car, and eat me alive.I knew it wasn’t going to be the one to back down after flashing my lights and honking at it so I decided to keep my lights on it and back down the road in reverse. I did just that as it intensely stared at me as I reversed about a quarter mile, then did a U-turn in the road and peeled out of there. Nobody has before or since mentioned this creature anywhere I have read.Now as far as animals go, it was way too big to be a deer, too lean and muscular for a deer as well. It had cat-like features but was much too tall to be a large cat of any kind. It was way too tall to be any kind of dog. Definitely not a cow like I’ve ever seen. I lived and hunted in that area for many years so I was very in tune with the animals native to the area. I sure hope someday I find someone else who has experienced this demon-like animal." K**********TIME ANOMALIES! TRAVELERS & GLITCHES | LIVE Chat | Q & A | Join Us! (AMAZING EXPERIENCER REPORTS)PHANTOMS & MONSTERS VIDEO LIBRARYPOLL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Vote & comment on paranormal, cryptid & unexplained mysteries!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. LonOUR SOCIAL MEDIA LINKSBigfoot 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

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Movies & TV The Substance The Substance is a Satirical Body Horror Picture of Dorian Gray Demi Moore and Margaret Qualley sabotage each other’s right to exist in Coralie Fargeat’s Hollywood horror satire By Natalie Zutter | Published on September 24, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share Writer-director Coralie Fargeat’s The Substance is devastatingly funny—or comically devastating, take your pick. Like the two entities who compete for control over their shared life, the satire seesaws between black humor about Hollywood’s unattainable standards for youth and cutting commentary on how aging transforms women into something beastly to be hidden away or obliterated entirely. Thanks to a career-best performance from Demi Moore, there are countless shriek-out-loud moments at how unflinchingly far the film pushes the thought experiment of, what if you could reinvent yourself and how much would you hurt yourself to hold on to that youth? After decades in the business, former starlet Elisabeth Sparkle (Moore) has plateaued as the face and body of a retro aerobics morning show. Despite appearing far more taut than any other sixtysomething, not to mention clearly having a warm rapport with both her backup dancers and her viewers, Elisabeth is deemed passé by network head Harvey—who, the film makes sure to express through Dennis Quaid’s revolting performance, is a slurping, smacking soup of machismo sloshing around in lurid suits. While he won’t say what “it” is that she’s lost after 50, it’s clear that he thinks Elisabeth has long passed her last fuckable day. And so, her incredibly successful, long-running series is canceled. That it happens to be her birthday is the rotten cherry on top of a shit sundae that would send anyone spiraling. Throw in a nearly-fatal car crash from which Elisabeth miraculously emerges without a scratch, and she is perfectly primed to receive a sales pitch from a beautiful stranger about The Substance, a black-market drug that promises to transform Elisabeth into her more perfect (read: younger) self. What follows is a grotesque fable that both builds upon and then outrageously deconstructs its body-horror premise, as the revitalizing Substance pits Elisabeth against a gorgeous, lithe, dewy creature who christens herself Sue (Margaret Qualley)—a Frankenstein’s monster, but also Frankenstein herself, as The Substance constantly reminds its users to REMEMBER YOU ARE ONE. The Substance at first sounds like a cult; Elisabeth keeps pinned to her fridge the stranger’s message proclaiming that IT CHANGED MY LIFE. (As she will learn too late, this statement is more bleakly matter-of-fact than ringing endorsement.) The kit is delivered to a remote storage locker in the frictionless manner of online shopping; each box contains hilariously minimalistic packaging, as if to say, You have to figure it out yourself. What is actually supertext are the all-caps instructions, to be strictly followed: You must trade off one week at a time, with whoever is out in the world making sure that the other inert body is fed via IV. You must switch off at the one-week mark. The comparisons to Ozempic and other radical weight-loss drugs cannot be ignored, especially when Sue must stabilize her freshly hatched body by withdrawing spinal fluid from Elisabeth’s unconscious form every day. Moore’s casting is pitch-perfect, considering that nearly any viewer older than Qualley will remember how the iconic actress embodied key body-positive moments in the 1990s, from posing naked and pregnant for Vanity Fair to bulking up and shaving her head for GI Jane. It also makes it all the more difficult to watch along with Elisabeth as she scrutinizes her reflections for flaws, both before and especially after she starts using The Substance. The camera trains us early on to call out any ugliness in her, long before the film’s brilliant prosthetics actually drag said monstrosity to the surface. It makes you wonder if any of Moore’s daughters were ever up for consideration for the part of Sue, or if that would have been far too surreal. Regardless, Qualley (herself a Hollywood baby, the daughter of Andie MacDowell) gamely takes to the role, proudly flaunting her cellulite-free form in body-hugging unitards and playing up the doe eyes and lip bites for the lecherous Harvey, who adores his new toy. As the subtly cruel opening sequence swiftly informs us, Elisabeth Sparkle got her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame early on in her career, even garnering some Oscar love, but became embedded in the collective consciousness as an aerobics superstar—like Jane Fonda’s Workout, except that Elisabeth never returned to acting afterwards. It’s telling that Sue doesn’t try to restart her career on the silver screen, that she seeks only to replace herself in her current persona. Elisabeth has been humiliated, which makes her need painfully myopic: to claw back her one bit of relevance, even if it means erasing her own legacy that much more quickly. But being the flavor of the week brings exclusive party invites and hot dates, and Sue can’t resist siphoning off a few more hours. When the careful balance is thrown off, it’s Elisabeth who wakes up late with a withered finger, the years literally sucked out of her. Suddenly the aging isn’t just in her head; it’s on her body, for everyone else to see. The sequences in which the two trade off consciousness is a perfect encapsulation of the film’s deft juggling of humor and darkness. Watching Elisabeth sequester herself in her apartment all week binge-watching TV and binge-eating food is so difficult, yet there’s a sly satisfaction in her sabotaging Sue’s waking hours with all the cleanup she’s left her like a bad roommate. Despite The Substance’s constant refrains to REMEMBER YOU ARE ONE, it is far too easy to regard Elisabeth and Sue as two separate people. It becomes increasingly difficult to reconcile these two into one identity, in the way that we might not recognize our younger or older selves. It doesn’t take long for Sue’s early tenderness for her older self to slide into revulsion, which then morphs into self-righteous greed borne out of its own gnawing insecurity. Elisabeth’s is the decaying body hidden away à la Dorian Gray’s portrait, but her lavish Hollywood home also features a massive photograph of Elisabeth in her prime—which is to say, probably her 30s, so younger than Elisabeth but older than Sue—that taunts both women with her taut pose and steely stare. Far too late does either persona realize that their shared accusations of what have you done? actually means what have I done to myself? but by then they are on a collision course as these new and old stars go supernova. One of the biggest criticisms of the film is that despite the specificity of Elisabeth and Sue’s nightmarish forays into self-perfection, the actual arc of their shared career is Ozempic-level thin. All of the Hollywood scaffolding is as flimsy as backlot facades: despite the (single) TV network’s rebranding, it’s the same aerobics program; Sue’s big late-night debut is on The Show; the coveted New Year’s Eve spot is just her leading some showgirls on a soundstage. The movie favors repetition of singular images, like Sue’s gyrating posterior, over what could have been screen time devoted to other details of Elisabeth’s lifetime, like whether she had frequent collaborators other than Harvey, or if she had a “brand” before fitness instructor, or if she had any friends (or rivals) or lovers in the limelight. Instead, these broad archetypes hold up well enough to the scathing commentary, with Fargeat electing to add texture by paying homage to famous Hollywood scores. I didn’t catch all of the references (like Bernard Herrmann’s Vertigo score), but the usage of Richard Strauss’ “Thus Spake Zarathustra” took me out of the action in a distracting way—though the subsequent sequence that one-upped Carrie was a bloody delight.Like its titular drug, The Substance is not for the faint of heart. It takes audacious swings, and while its effect may not stick with you once you leave the theater, every single artist involved fully commits in a manner that deserves your attention, even if only for a few hours. [end-mark] The post <i>The Substance</i> is a Satirical Body Horror <i>Picture of Dorian Gray</i> appeared first on Reactor.

Books Dissecting The Dark Descent The Guilt Keeps Us Human: “You Can Go Now” by Dennis Etchison An unnerving psychological portrait of a mind absolving itself of (well-deserved) guilt. By Sam Reader | Published on September 24, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share Welcome back to Dissecting The Dark Descent, where we lovingly delve into the guts of David Hartwell’s seminal 1987 anthology story by story, and in the process, explore the underpinnings of a genre we all love. For an in-depth introduction, here’s the intro post. More than any other horror writer, Dennis Etchison is the best at the heightened mundane. A versatile writer whose works span crime, science fiction, fantasy, and horror, Etchison’s best stories (my personal favorites include “The Late Shift” and “The Dog Park,” among others) take a relatively low-key situation featuring average people and then inject an element of the surreal or supernatural—for instance, low-income zombies working for a convenience store chain, or a man’s nested dreams of death helping him process an unusual event. The juxtaposition creates an unusual liminal space, one where the intrusion of the unnatural (as Hartwell and Lovecraft claimed horror was) barely pierces into the natural, a world much like ours but with some unnerving differences unique to Etchison’s horror fiction. “You Can Go Now” applies this approach in the psychological vein, painting an unnerving psychological portrait as Etchison peels away the layers of his unnamed protagonist’s dreams and memory to get to the rotten core. An unnamed protagonist dies on the way to the airport, only to wake up on a plane. He then dies on the plane during a midair explosion, only to wake up on a boat. The further he travels, the more questions start to arise: What is the mysterious long envelope he carries with him? Why does he keep dying over and over again? Why does he seem so desperate to get away? And most of all, why is it that every time, before he dies, he seems to hear the words “you can go now?” Unfortunately, to discuss this one, we also have to rip the central mystery to shreds. There are no supernatural elements in “You Can Go Now,” or at least no obvious ones. Instead, Etchison uses his sense of heightened mundanity to slowly crank up the surreal as the story’s main character navigates a series of nested dreams, eventually ending with the revelation that he killed his wife Shelley during a fight, and this was all his attempt to process his guilt over the act and move on. The “You can go now” refrain is the title of a poem one of them wrote to the other, and also (more horrifyingly) his brain telling him that he’s ready to move on from his own monstrous act. The meaning of “you can go now” changes with each layer of the dream, the context going from death to moving on from the past, to finally going “it’s okay, you can leave now that she’s dead.” The individual dreams don’t get unnatural, but it’s clear there’s more to them, whether it’s the impressionistic qualities of the river voyage (where no legible words appear, cleverly highlighting the cliché that you can’t read in a dream) or the fragmented way the opening layer (where the protagonist, mirroring the climax, rushes to the airport) proceeds quickly until the car crash. “Liminal” is a word with many meanings in horror these days, everything from “a creepy empty hallway where a presence waits in the full quiet” to “someplace where you find yourself caught between dream and waking.” “You Can Go Now” is closer to the latter sense of liminality, mostly mundane situations that then become more and more heightened the deeper the dreamer gets into the dream. To Etchison’s credit, he handles this liminality with deftness, with the fragmented car journey leading to the unnerving plane explosion where the dreamer sees his own doppelganger, leading to the eerily pleasant boat trip. The way the scenes are arranged, each one seems gentler and less distressing, finally leading to the main character waking up to find the horrors he left behind in the last section of the piece. It’s ambiguous whether it’s the dreamer attempting to escape into more pleasant dreamscapes each time, or whether it’s meant to lull him and relax him so he can finally confront the murder scene revealed at the end of the story, but there’s a clear progression in the transitions as he slips deeper and deeper through his sleep. The menace is entirely in the context—why him, why these dreams specifically, and why the voice? As the dreams become more pleasant and the concept of death more abstract, that menace only lingers, a subtle room tone in the background of the dreams, waiting to strike. That strike is the final reveal—the protagonist just experienced a series of nested dreams that eventually deposited him in the real world next to the body of the wife he accidentally killed during a fight, still on the phone with the airline he took a call from at the beginning of the story. He disassociated while unconscious and his brain was merely attempting to process the trauma and the guilt. And this is what makes that haunting refrain, the title of the story and its last line, so utterly terrifying. It’s not someone attempting to move on, or someone refusing to accept their death, or something melancholic but ultimately positive, it’s his brain justifying the guilt by sending him hurtling through violent catastrophe and then calming him down with pleasant memories. By the time he wakes up, he’s already been through the worst of it, and the trauma is partially assuaged. Guilt isn’t an emotion people deal with particularly well. It hurts to know that we’ve hurt someone, that we’ve done something wrong, that something has, through either our witting or unwitting actions, made a situation worse. It’s the job of our subconscious to help mitigate those feelings, to help make things easier to deal with. Guilt in horror is usually unresolved, a psychological pressure that grinds and gnaws at a person, another force to act on them. Here, the horror comes from that pressure being relieved, the guilt resolved. The murderer, through his dreams of peaceful rivers and violent car crashes, absolves himself. He still won’t take responsibility—he vehemently claims he “didn’t mean to”—but it’s clear he’s moved on from the initial shock and horror of the act. His brain has given him the out he needs, and as the poem he’s been carrying around through every single dream tells him, “You can go now.” It’s unnerving that such a simple line carries a complete discarding of humanity, but that’s sort of the point—everything is working exactly as intended to carry the dreamer to a monstrous conclusion. It’s that acceptance of inhumanity, the way the dreamer shrugs off his wife’s death, that ties the heightened mundane, the dreams, and that mysterious long envelope all together. In a twisted way, he’s accepting a death (maybe even two, depending on if you count the death of his sense of empathy and humanity), it’s just not his own. At the end of all this complexity is someone accepting his monsterhood, because he was able to offload his guilt through his traumatic nested dreams. Etchison’s twisted little character study ends with things that are all normally psychologically positive, but add up to something horrifying. Because some of us need the negative to remind us what it means to be human. And now to turn it over to you: Does the inception model work? Is there still hope for the narrator’s humanity? Do you share poems with your loved ones? And what was your first brush with Etchison’s work? And please join us next week for New Mexico’s favorite houseguest D.H. Lawrence and “The Rocking-Horse Winner.”[end-mark] The post The Guilt Keeps Us Human: “You Can Go Now” by Dennis Etchison appeared first on Reactor.

If you're tired of censorship and dystopian threats against civil liberties, subscribe to Reclaim The Net. The United Nation’s Summit of the Future 2024 held ahead of this year’s UN General Assembly has revealed that the world organization is moving toward adding more initiatives to its existing, and upcoming, “power grab portfolio.” This time it’s the Pact for the Future (with the Global Digital Compact as an annex), that has just been adopted. The main component of this scheme is the “action-oriented outcome” document, the other being an international agreement, and the implementation of both, driven by the UN, is expected to start after the summit. We obtained a copy of the document for you here. The summary of the purpose of two deals is to put a positive spin and push for immediate and as wide as possible adoption of such controversial policies as censorship (“disinformation” crackdown), surveillance, and the so-called digital public infrastructure (DPI) with digital IDs as its component. There is also the UN’s sustainable development goals (SDGs) – in itself an agenda endorsed by major countries that, among other things, looks to usher in digital IDs, as well as new tools, and justifications, for censorship. The Global Digital Compact and the Declaration on Future Generations are a part of the Pact for the Future, whose adoption concludes several years of negotiations between countries and various stakeholders. Those who pushed for the document to be adopted, both among politicians and the media, say it is the most significant of its kind in decades, and a necessary adjustment of the old rules to what is all but referred to as the new world order – the actual quote from the president of the UN General assembly is that this “lays the foundations for a sustainable, just, and peaceful global order.” It ranges from peace and security, climate, financing for development, and sustainable development, to “digital cooperation,” as well as “human rights and gender” and, supposedly, “more meaningful opportunities for young people” – as far as decision-making is concerned. The pact is divided into five segments and two annexes (Global Digital Compact and Declaration on Future Generations), and a total of 56 points are referred to as “actions.” One of the key ones is Action 1, which speaks about accelerating steps toward the universal and far-reaching 2030 Agenda while achieving sustainable development goals (SDG), and “leaving no one behind.” Action 4 is dedicated to financing SDGs, and how to close “the gap” in developing countries. With action Action 8, countries-signatories commit to gender equality, and the empowerment of “all” women and girls, again as a key part of the SDGs. Action 12 is another dedicated to finding the most efficient ways (“turbocharge the full implementation”) to push SDGs and manage to do that by 2023, the consequences of which will, naturally, continue in the years beyond. 14 “actions” fall under the international peace and security segment of the document, where the UN reaffirms its actual role and reason for existing. This covers issues such as building peace, protecting civilians, and moving toward a nuclear weapons-free world. In the last draft, Action 28 (which is in the science, technology, innovation, and digital cooperation category), it reads that the signatories will address the potential risks and seize the opportunities associated with new and emerging technologies. In the adopted document, this “action” states, “We will seize the opportunities presented by science, technology, and innovation for the benefit of people and the planet.” It then adds that those implementing the pact will promote “ethical and responsible” use of science, technology, and innovation. Global Digital Compact goes into the details of combating “disinformation.” Under “Digital Trust and Safety,” this annex to the pact speaks about the need for the signatories to “urgently counter” things considered disinformation, misinformation, hate speech, and cyberbullying, while child sexual exploitation is thrown into the same sentence. The annex further talks about “information integrity” where that and “tolerance and respect” will be promoted in the digital space, which will (unavoidably and/or declaratively) be inclusive, open, safe, and secure. While a lot of the document might read like a big compilation of usual platitudes associated mostly with liberal policies, it does provide a formal platform for nation-states of various “persuasions,” including authoritarian ones, to mold the pact to suit their purpose, impose new policies and enforce new, or more rules. One of the “urgent” measures that the Global Digital Compact calls for and commits is found under “Information Integrity” and wants social media platforms to “provide researchers access to data” with the obligatory mention of hazy “safeguards for user privacy.” The purpose of providing this data would be “to ensure transparency and accountability to build an evidence base on how to address misinformation and disinformation and hate speech that can inform government and industry policies, standards and best practices.” If you're tired of censorship and dystopian threats against civil liberties, subscribe to Reclaim The Net. The post UN Pushes for Global Control With New Pact: Digital IDs, Censorship, and Surveillance at the Core appeared first on Reclaim The Net.

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