Last month, a group of Arizona mountain bikers were startled to run into what they described as a “reptilian humanoid” in the middle of a trail in Sonoran Desert.
The witness told Cryptozoology News that the lizard man was man-sized and bipedal, but appeared to some kind of reptile-primate hybrid. So basically a Sleestak.
I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going.
Following last week’s story about a “werewolf” sighting in Brazil, NFHIFW is on bit of a werewolf roll… with more lycanthrope-related stories for you.
First, behold the terrifying adorableness of the Werewolf Kitten – a new breed of cat that has been bred to look like a werewolf — if it weighed five pounds and answered to the name of Mr. Snugglepants, that is.
The full moon! Bloodlust rising. I must find a victim to maim and… hey, is that a felt mouse?
And because not a week can go by without America embracing some fad weight loss plan, I give you: the Werewolf Diet. Although running through the forest naked and howling at the moon would probably burn some extra calories, the basic gist of the program is fasting during the full moon.
And lots of crunches, by the looks of it.
The diet must work, though, because when I Googled werewolf pictures for this story, they were all surprisingly muscular and buff. In almost a sexual way. As if there was such a thing as werewolf porn. Oh, dear God. There’s werewolf porn.
That link is NSFL (Not Safe For Life). Do not click on it.
In summary: Werewolf Kittens – adorable. Werewolf Diet – dubious. Werewolf Porn – Rule 34 strikes again. I should really make a terrible joke about werewolves getting lots of tail at this point but I need to go scrub my brain with bleach.
Authorities in the town of São Gonçalo de Campos in Brazil issued a curfew requiring residents to stay inside after 9 p.m. since locals started reporting sightings of something that looks quite a bit like a werewolf.
Although, in this screenshot, it also looks quite a bit like a picnic table.
The “monster” was caught on security footage in someone’s back yard. It’s almost certainly a hoax but it’s still pretty damn creepy. Check it out:
Well this SUCKS. Harold Ramis — brilliant writer, actor, director, producer and most importantly Egon Spengler in Ghostbusters — passed away this morning from complications of an autoimmune disease. Not only did he help Dan Aykroyd write Ghostbusters, he was behind such brilliant movies as Groundhog Day (“Don’t drive angry!”), Caddyshack and Stripes. RIP, Mr. Ramis. You will be sorely missed.
The wonderful Harold Ramis – gone too soon. Human bedbug Ted Nugent – alive and kicking. Hey, Karma, I need a word with you.
Originally posted on planetpreternatural:
Back in 2010 during our annual ‘Paranormal Week’ (PW) at Halton Lea Library in Runcorn, a gentleman called Philip McKeown showed the PW team a photograph he had taken sometime around 1983. The picture (see below) was a shot of the shoreline around Crosby taken during a stormy day. At first glance, everything in the picture appeared to be perfectly normal but, as Philip soon pointed out, on closer inspection there appeared to be a figure walking towards the shore – not through the waves, but right on top of them. He told us that where the figure was positioned, the water would have been around 5 foot deep. Philip went on to assure us that the photo had not been manipulated in any way, nor was it a double exposure. He also told us that at the time the photo was taken, he did not see a figure on the beach.
Michael Hadfield, a photographic expert from the Eximius Paranormal Research & Investigation team, made a copy of the picture and also made an enlargement of the portion of the picture which contained the figure in order to conduct a more detailed examination of the photo.
Thanks to FOB Extraordinaire Marina “THISCLOSE to Sainthood” Ramsey, I received this handsome beast as a Valentine’s Day present. AND he has 12 different clever movie quotes! Don’t act like you’re not impressed.
Ron Burgundy: “You’re a smelly pirate hooker.”
Me: “What’s your point?”
Very excited to be writing my first requested blog post. Friend of the Blog (FOB), Most Interesting Man in the World and all-around bad-ass Thomas Blasucci requested a post on a creature even more terrifying than creepy clowns or ghastly ghost sharks… the dreaded one-upping, conversational Narcissist!
We all know the Narcissist — that person who — either out of insecurity, egomania or an unholy alliance of the two — steers any and all conversation directly back to themselves at all costs. This is an almost word-for-for reenactment of a conversation I recently had with one such horror.
Me: “I might get new glasses.”
Him: “I don’t need those because I have 20-20 eyesight. Funny anecdote about that…. I was telling my close personal friend the Dalai Lama about my perfect vision and he told me that I was the handsomest man he ever met. Long story short: I INVENTED GLASSES!”
The most frightening thing about narcissists is — unlike conventional monsters — you can’t kill them with holy water or a silver bullet. Well, a silver bullet would probably do the trick but try explaining that to a grand jury. The only thing you can do is back slowly out of the room while avoiding eye contact, like you would with a grizzly bear or the Mayor of Toronto. Then run like hell.
Legend has it that they can be killed with an ax but that’s kind of a grey legal area.