The Castle…Dracula Day

Running down the castle wall

The blood of those screaming in the hall

SHe’s risen hungry and betrayed

Her revenge in bodies will be weighed

These people, these peasants, she thought

Can go find another castle to haunt

They will regret their plan to imprison me

I will maim, torture and kill all of them I see

None will be saved, none of them turned

And each and every house in the town shall be burned

I’ll start with that priest

Please, God could never control my soul’s beast

I’ll take his cross with me as I sin

He shall learn I always win

Let my second reign begin

But first I think I’ll take a ride,

…Maybe more of a flight

I have to burn all this new life I have flowing inside

Time for a little… male companionship

Before I feel the end of night…

Happy Dracula Day!

Poem titled The Castle by me

My Day at Limerock Preserve…

I hope everyone had a great Monday! What beautiful weather we had here today. I spent the early morning with Howard at another section of the river walk, then off to time by myself squatching in the forest. I caught some knocks and snaps on here a lot of beauty and even an X marks the spot.

This land once home to the Nipmuc, Narragansett and Wamponaag peoples. The main trail in this network was formed by an old trolley trail that ran from Providence to Woonsocket till the 1930s when they let nature take over the land. In the 1980s they began the process of transforming the land into the preserve.

There are big ledges of dolomitic marble that creates a special soil feeding over 30 rare plant species. This land has everything the big guy would need. Streams, pond, plant life and wildlife.

I haven’t heard of any sightings in this area yet, but I go here a few times a year maybe I’ll get lucky one day.

Just a side not for the paranormal enthusiasts,

Limerock, like quartz, is also thought of in the “stone tape theory” to store echos and energy of those that have passed on…

Forest Queen…

“In my dreams

I’m surrounded by beautiful, beautiful green

I lay down on the forest floor

I feel the pines on my skin

God if I could just do this everyday

I’d have no complaints to say

I dream I’m gazing up at the clouds

And I know I want to live this life Loud

I want to spread the message

That this is how we should live our life

No more bad days, no more anger

No more lies

Just peace, breathing in and out

The crisp air making me feel alive

Tracing the bark of the tree with my fingertips

Feel all the different patterns and all it’s scars

Running the dandelions on my chin

Like we used to do when we were kids

Smelling the wildflowers

Blocking my eyes from the sun

That one beam of light that reached the forest floor

It’s where the old me transforms

And I see everything clearly

And I know life can be more.

A real live forest queen for future folklore…”

Poem by me…original copyright 5/21

Have a great evening…

Werewolf Wednesday….

Zoanthropy is a psychiatric syndrome within which the patient has the delusional belief of turning into an animal.

A NEW YORK WEREWOLF.
Strange Delusion of a Man Who Crawls on all Fours.
NEW YORK, October . 21.-

James Rubinstein thinks he is a werewolf. He walks on all tours and howls like a wolf.
A werewolf was in legendary lore it is supposed to be a human who, having given
offense to some supernatural being, was
metamorphosed by the latter into the
shape of a wolf. The soul, however, retained all its human attributes, passions and desires.
Rubinstein came to this country several years ago from Germany, A week ago he began showing signs of the approach of his mysterious sickness. His wife noticed that he would frequently drop on all fours and crawl around as if in search of something. Yesterday Rubinstein crawled up to his wife and barked fiercely. Then he snarled and snapped at her, and when she fled from the room he howled like a lost soul. The frightened woman sent
for an ambulance and had her husband taken to the hospital.

Naugatuck Daily News, October 1897
And now In the present I stumbled on an article on how to be a werewolf. Make people believe you are…

Now switch to the present and you can find how to guides on being a werewolf, costumes and online groups to role play with you, almost normalizing the fascination.

The difference is he believed he was one, and the other just pretend to be one. But because of these cosplay groups, we may never know if someone actually does believe they are one…

Bizarre ‘Bigfoot trap’ is still being maintained after 48 years | Unexplained Mysteries

Nestled deep in the woods of Jackson County, Oregon, there can be found a trap which was built to capture a live Bigfoot.
— Read on www.unexplained-mysteries.com/news/357341/bizarre-bigfoot-trap-is-still-being-maintained-after-48-years

Mail Tribune – ‘I’ve always believed there is a Bigfoot’ – September 3, 2006

We managed to catch two bears so we knew it worked,” Olson says. “It was a good trap.”
— Read on web.archive.org/web/20080704120505/http://archive.mailtribune.com/archive/2006/0903/local/stories/colmforsept3.htm

This is older article…obviously. But I like to post blasts from the near past as well. But, this article mentioned that it caught two bears in there.

I didn’t know that before. Or maybe I forgot it happened. That would not surprise me.

Have a great Monday everyone’

BIGFOOT SIGHTING IN UTAH

TREASURE HUNTING CAN TAKE A TURN IN THE WRONG DIRECTION Cast: Stephen B. Shaffer (Doc) ~ Steve Shaffer The Treasures in America team was in the Uinta Mountains, searching for the Lost Josephine Mine in 2018. During this 5 day excursion, Steve Shaffer came to help assist us with the buried cache and the lost mine. We were not expecting this story to happen! “Treasure hunting has always come with baggage. Sometimes it’s paranormal, sometimes its something else that man can’t understand. You never
— Read on www.unchartedexpedition.com/post/scary-bigfoot-sighting-utah

Bigfoot in the News…Extraordinary Tales Part 2

A Strange, Strange Story…

Chilliewhack In his younger days

Charley belongs to a hamlet near.

He was known as one of the best hunters in the province and had many thrilling adventures in his time. Did he know anything about the hairy ape-like men who were supposed to inhabit the distant mountains?

The old warrior smiled, and answered that he had had a slight acquaintance with them. He had been in what he thought was one of their houses. “And that is not all .” said he. “I met and spoke to one of their women, and I shot, But let Charcley tell the story himself The strange people of whom there are but few now rarely seen

and seldom met said the old

hunter. “are known by the name of Sasquatch, or the hairy mountain men.

-The first time I came to know about these people continued the old man “I did not see anybody. Three young men and myself were picking same berries on a rocky mountain slope five or six miles from the old town of Yale. In our search for berries. We

suddenly stumbled upon a large opening in

the side of the mountain. This was discovery greatly surprised all of us, for we knew every foot of the mountain. and never knew, nor heard there was even the vicinity outside the mouth of the cave, there was an enormous boulder. We peered into the cavity but couldn’t see anything.

“We gathered some pitch wood, lighted it and began to explore. But before we got very far from the entrance of the cave, we came upon a sort of stone house or enclosure: It was a crude affair. We

couldn’t make a thorough examination. for our pitchwood kept going out. We left. We were intending to return in a couple of days and go on exploring. Old Indians, to whom

we told the story of our discovery warned us not to venture near the cave again, as it was surely occupied by the Sasquatch.

That was the first time I heard about the

hairy men that inhabit the mountains.

We, however, disregarded the advice

of the old men and sneaked off to explore the cave, but to our great disappointment found the boulder rolled back into the

mouth and fitting it so nicely that you

might suppose it had been there made for that purpose. Charley

intimated that he hoped to have enough

money someday to buy sutticient

dynamite to blow open the cave of the Sasquatch and see how far it extends

through the mountain. The Indian then took

up the thread of his story and told of his

first meeting with one of these men. A number of other Indians and himself

Were bathing in A small lake near Yule. He

was dressing when suddenly out from

behind a rock, only a few feet away stepped a nude hairy man. “Oh he was so

big man!” continued the old hunter, he looked calmer then me for moment his eyes

were so kind looking that I was about to

speak to him when he turned about and

walked into the forest. At the same place two weeks later, Charley together with several of his companions saw the giant. But this time he ran towards the mountain. This was twenty years after the discovery of the cave…