#cryptid stories

[batwynn]

I’m excited to share that I have a piece of art being published in this! You can find Graveside Press here!

[ghoulsjournal]

the funniest thing an immortal shape-shifter can do when told to act their age is to simply crumble into dust. send post.

[pinkpossibly]

Newest Spooky Stories video out now! It would mean the world if you can subscribe and like my videos! Thank you so much to everyone who has sent me stories and liked what I make! <3

[phantomcat94]

Excerpt from Deadmouth Quarry

Chapter 11

Evan was grinning madly, all braces and bright eyes. He even waved. “Hi!”

“Hello.” She glanced at Fred, who nodded encouragingly, and then held out her hand. “I’m Clara. Freddy’s my brother.”

“Evan!” The kid grabbed her hand and shook it way more enthusiastically than Fred had expected. Clara clearly felt the same, shooting him a mildly panicked look. “Do you like cryptid stuff?”

Oh, no, thought Fred.

Clara, on the other hand, lit up like a gas-soaked bonfire. “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Do you want a Snickers?”

“Sure!”

Well. Great. Fred was standing halfway through the quad with two kids who were bonding over candy and urban legends.

“There was a sighting this weekend,” Evan said around his mouthful of chocolate bar. He’d barely swallowed when he continued, “Someone put a video on TikTok— it’s really dark and hard to see, but if you squint—”

Fred sighed, looking around at the other people milling about. This was certainly better than talking to some random girl whose name he’d never actually gotten, but he wasn’t sure it was worth missing the class he was supposed to be in.

“Freddy, look!”

Clara all but shoved a phone in his face, and— well. Fred had never been very good at denying her much of anything, so he looked— watched. Whatever.

And, yeah, Evan was right. The video was dark, horribly lit by a coppery orange streetlight—

Wait. That was the quad.

The video had been taken not ten feet from where they were standing just now.

Fred took the phone from Clara and squinted at it. The person filming was swearing and muttering, but there was a strange sort of undercurrent to the sound, like a buzzing noise, or— a hum? Maybe? And there, in the tree line… something was…

God, was that tree moving?

Wanna read more? Check out Deadmouth Quarry here or here!

[eddeearts]

Brian The Cryptid Guy

A post about Brian, a character of mine who winds up unwillingly becoming the "babysitter" of a bunch of cryptids.

Brian is, for the most part, a pretty normal, boring, basic white boy. He did wind up on the wrong side of the law for a few years, but he has no intentions of continuing such ways. he currently lives in his rich aunts second/vacation house, as its caretaker. Even though she has professional cleaners, and such come out once a month. Aunt Beth pays for the utilities of the house, but Brian has to get his own food, and manage stuff like, "oh a big branch fell down, gotta call the yard maintenance guy to get that" or handle it himself lol.

As such he does have a job. Brian works

. . . on the topic of not finishing things . . . here's a post I never finished and don't feel like finishing.

[rose-is-in-the-void]

Cryptic things about my Voc Tech High School

There is a hallway on the third floor that leads to nowhere. No one goes down it. No one mentions it. No one ever comments on how strange it is. No one even mentions that going down to the first floor from the staircase that is only accessible from that hallway feels………….wrong.

My friends and I sat in it once, when we had been kicked out of multiple classrooms when staying after because all the teachers were leaving and we had misjudged how long it would take to throw a wedding (that’s a story for another day) and I swear to god the hallway seems so much larger when you’re not in it. All of us squished into the hallway, and it was as if time went faster and slower at the same time. @ten-piece-mcbitchass’ father was there right away but my mother didn’t show up for what felt like nine hours.

The teachers…. They’re fucking cryptids….

@ten-piece-mcbitchass and I were staying after school, sitting in one of the school’s window corner staircase things, that was very out of the way, and I remember that I was eating an ice cream cone, and the lovely mcbitchass had just recieved a cryptic wrong number phone call, when my History teacher showed up practically out of nowhere and said hello, we chatted for like a minute, mcbitchass and i turned away when he said he had to go and the second we looked out the window, just moments after the conversation ended he was in the parking lot, a full floor downstairs. And when we turned to look at each other in disbelief, then back to the parking lot, he was already in his truck and fucking zooming out of the parking lot.

This same teacher was in the military and will often share military stories instead of teaching, and he was hyping up this story he lovingly referred to as “the cow story”. I was in the hospital for a week and missed him finally telling the cow story. He won’t tell me what the cow story is, saying it take a full hour and thirty minute class to tell, and none of my friends will summarize it, saying they could never capture its essence. I’m fucking pissed. Im putting you on blast north, Tell me the goddamn cow story.

My English teacher definitely runs a cult. I’m not sure what kind but she radiates chaos god energy and I am both in awe of her power and absolutely fucking terrified of her.

My Creative Writing teacher (and hopefully future english teacher) whom I lovingly refer to as either Crosny or Crosdog, because I often misspeak, is an absolute forest nyphm @ten-piece-mcbitchass please confirm

Crosdog radiates pure folk-music, fairy circle, is probably a creature of the moors (a distant relative of hozier)

Who the fuck just screamed in the classroom two doors down?

We did a military punishment in the style of a high stakes endurance game in my history class, and north thought that no one would make it longer than five minutes. Two girls held it till the bell rang (35 minutes and 56 seconds from when we had started) and he was floored.

We have this thing called Becca’s closet, and the dressing room in there is an alternate timeline.

I swear to god I’ve only been in the locker rooms twice (once to get something from someone’s backpack and the second time to frantically ask mcbitchass for a quarter) and both times I heard a heated argument in the gym teachers office. Both times when I left the room and looked the glass window into the gym teachers office there was no one in there.

The seniors will tell you about the pool on the fourth floor. There is no fourth floor. We don’t have a pool. No one knows where the joke originated, but my math teacher said it’s been around for ages.

I once walked past one of the classrooms that’s I’ve never seen used and heard Dancing Queen playing through some shitty old speaker. When I tried to open the door to see What The Fuck was going on, it was locked. I’m not sure I didn’t dream it.

I’m terrified of the gym teachers. They don’t seem…… human.

anything to add @ten-piece-mcbitchass?

[batwynn]

Pre-orders are open!

From the haunting deserts and shadowy mountains, to the dusty corner under your bed… cryptids can be found anywhere!

I’m excited to share that pre-orders are open for this anthology, and one of my very own cryptid creatures is featured in the anthology!

[ghoulsjournal]

I am BEGGING you to read Fangs...