The Black Flash of Provincetown…

The Black Flash was first reported by some school kids on their way home, they stated it jumped out from behind the dunes. It was tall, dressed all in black and incredibly fast. The kids ran, the figure’s maniacal laugh echoed after them. 

Next it was an adult who claimed to have encountered it. Marie Costa was walking past the Provincetown town hall one October evening when it jumped out in front of her from behind some bushes. In addition to its black wardrobe, she claimed it had glowing blue eyes, silver ears and could jump impossibly high, which the newspaper account bore out. She ducked into a coffee shop, told what had happened and several men went to pursue it, with no luck. The police said it was a hoax, but Costa was genuinely frightened. 

After Costa’s encounter, more reports filtered in. Some nights had several reports, from different parts of town, sometimes simultaneously. Even the police started to admit that perhaps there was something to the report, something devilish. It was called many things in addition to the Black Flash … the Provincetown Phantom and the Devil of the Dunes. 

Most descriptions agreed that the Black Flash stood at an imposing height, some claiming the figure to be far taller than the average adult. Eyewitnesses often mentioned a long black cape and mask that added to its startling silhouette.

Distinctive features included glowing blue eyes and sometimes silver ears, which set the Black Flash apart from any known person. Locals frequently remarked on the figure’s apparent ability to leap over fences, displaying agility that seemed unnatural. Some reports even speculated that the Black Flash’s movements resembled those of a prowling animal rather than a human.

Last week my sister found this book at a museum, and as luck would have it the Black Flash himself had a few pages of his own.

This book gives the full detail of witness Al Janard’s encounter.

“On a cold December afternoon, Allen Janard, his younger sister Elanore, and his two brothers, were playing hide-and-seek in their back yard on Standish Street. On the sandy hill overlooking the yard, Elanore spotted something crouching. “Look,” she shouted, “there’s a bear on the hill.” The boy laughed. “There’s no bears on Cape Cod,” Allen informed her.

“I’ve never seen a bear,” Elanore admitted, “but if that isn’t a bear, what is it?” The boys looked up and saw something crawling down the hill towards them, barely visible in the fog. Allen recognized it immediately, and a numbing fear flooded his body. He gave the alarm and they all ran for the house. Their parents weren’t home and the kitchen door lock was broken. Out the window, they watched the black figure run into the back yard and head for the back door. Joey grabbed his mother’s rolling pin, Allen held a carving knife over his head, and Louie quickly filled a bucket with scalding water. Elanore hid behind a char. All the crying  ended suddenly into an eerie silence as the backdoor doorknob began to turn. “All I could hear was my heartbeat,” said Allen, but the door didn’topen. The phantom just remained outside the backdoor, breathing heavily, so they’d know he was still there. Louie then got an idea, he went up through the house with his bucket of water to the attic and, through the skylight, got out onto the roof. Crawling down the overhang over the kitchen, he spied the black figure below and dumped his bucket. Then through the window, they saw him retreat through the back yard, a dripping black phantom, shivering from head to toe, not looking half as fearsome as he had when he arrived, and that was the last anyone in Provincetown saw of The Black Flash.

Allen Janard, now in his mid-fifties, thinks it might have been his cousin, Manny Janard and Matt Costa, now a prominent businessman in Provincetown, always thought it was his brother Elmer, but both those suspects were only 12 and 13 years old when the Provincetown Phantom made his first appearance. Francis Marshall, who became Provincetown’s Police Chief in 1959, and is now retired, living in Yarmouth, told me that he knows who The Black Flash was, “but I won’t give you a name,” the former police chief told me. “I will tell you this though,” he said, “The Black Flash wasn’t just one person. He was four men, who sometimes played the part alone, and sometimes together. Two are dead now, but the others have a hell of a time when they get together, reminiscing about the times they scared the hell out of their friends and neighbors in Provincetown.” The Provincetown Phantom, better known as The Black Flash, is legend now, and his daring exploits, agility, strength and size grow greater and greater as the years go by…”

And a final surprise to the weekend my niece made me a t-shirt of the Flash from my IG post design.

Got a love a family that takes an interest in your weirdness!

Happy Folklore Thursday!

Forests and Folklore…Joshua’s Pond

A view of Joshua’s Pond last night.

This weekend I took long walks, and a few glorious swims wandering the trails around Micah and Joshua’s pond. This land isn’t just a quiet, beautiful getaway it’s also rich with history and lore. 

The ponds were carved out roughly 18,000 years ago by retreating glaciers. While Micah’s Pond is an untouched kettle pond, Joshua’s Pond is fed by clean, cold underground springs and considered the cleanest ponds in the region. 

Long before European settled the land, it was the homelands of the Wampanoag people, specifically the Cotochese tribe. 

When the Europeans came so did the legend of Liza Tower Hill. Born Elizabeth Lewis in 1711, lore has it that she was raised”wild” and independent on the outskirts of Barnstable, she eventually married William Blatchford and built a home deep in woods near the ponds. Because she lived far from the village people and had knowledge of the forest,  townspeople began fearing her. As the rumors grew,  Liza was no longer seen as a fiercely independent woman, she was said to be a witch. Anything going wrong in the area from a missing traveler, to failed crops were blamed on her. Soon tales of travelers witnessing her dancing barefoot upon the glassy surface of the forest ponds at night, surrounded by flickering flames, while bedeviled fish swam beneath her feet and strange animals gathered at the shoreline were being spread. Centuries after her passing in 1790, her name and lore still remains, the road you take to Joshua’s Pond is named Tower Hill Road after Liza a true woman of the woods.

And finally the paths have just a little more history for you. The Kennedy Family once used these trails to run their horses. These trails have become my favorite of the area, and nothing beats a swim in a pristine quiet pond. The days like I had this weekend , when you get the woods to yourself are truly heaven for the soul…

Have a great Sunday evening everyone!

A Visit to Iron Mill Hill…

Image of Cumberlandite on Iron Mill Hill

I was out for a stroll in Cumberland RI to grab some Cumberlandite for the sister and friend. Cumberlandite is a rare igneous rock made up of a high concentration of iron and titanium, making it magnetic.

Named the official state rock back in 1966, its primary home is a small 4-acre deposit at Iron Mine Hill. 

The color is a dark brown to solid black with white or greenich speckles. 

Because of its color and it being slightly magnetic some believed it was actually from a meteorite.

The local indigenous tribes, revered the stones as sacred and used it to fashion tools.

Back during the Revolutionary War the settlers attempted to cast cannonballs from it but the metal composition proved too weak and the cannons infamously cracked or exploded. Often called the cannonball debacle!

At one time it was used to create the Iron Mine Railroad, which operated for less than ten years to transport the mined Cumberlandite.

Lake St. Clair Serpent…

“While Miss Ella Burdick and
some friends were out fishing on Lake St. Clair, one evening last week at sundown, a dark peculiar looking object was seen coming up the lake. They rowed very close to the object and were able to get a good look at it. It appeared to have a head somewhat like a dog, with huge eyes protruding and tusk-like projections on each side of the head. Its body appeared to lie some seven or eight feet under water. Some fishermen also saw it and claimed it was some sort of sea serpent. It was certainly a very dangerous and horrible-looking object and was swimming at a very rapid rate.”
Excerpt from cryptozoo-oscity about the 1800s sighting of the Lake St. Clair sea serpent…

http://cryptozoo-oscity.blogspot.com/2025/09/lake-st-clair-serpent.html?m=1

Dinosaur Tracks and Petroglyphs…

“The dinosaur tracks, believed to date back to the Cretaceous Period around 66 million years ago, sit only inches away from the intricate carvings. Some petroglyphs were discovered just two to four inches from the fossilized prints, indicating a deliberate placement. 

“The individuals who crafted the petroglyphs were acutely aware of the footprints, likely selecting the location precisely because of them,” explained Leonardo Troiano, an archaeologist from Brazil’s National Institute of Historic and Artistic Heritage. According to the research team, this suggests a conscious effort by ancient peoples to engage with these ancient remnants.”

To be a fly on the wall to see how early man reacted or what their understanding of dinosaurs were. I’m positive about one thing, they didn’t think they weren’t real!

You can read more of the article below…

https://dailygalaxy.com/2025/07/rock-art-found-next-to-dinosaur-tracks/#google_vignette

Lochness Canera Found 55 Years Later…

“An underwater camera set up 55 years ago to try and photograph the Loch Ness Monster has been found by accident by a robot submarine.

The ocean-going yellow sub – called Boaty McBoatface – was being put through trials when its propeller snagged the mooring for the 1970s camera system.

It is believed it was lowered 180m (591ft) below the loch’s surface by the Loch Ness Investigation Bureau, a group set up in the 1960s to uncover the existence of Nessie in the waters.

No footage of Nessie has been found on the camera, but one of the submarine’s engineers was able to develop a few images of the loch’s murky waters. “

Read more below…

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cx20g82y1k8o.amp

The Great Hunger and My Irish Family History…

Bahaghs Workhouse

One day a year we like to take our Irish out for a walk. We like to let everyone know we have the right to wear green, and have a few drinks. But this Irish heritage and history also has a darker side. That dark side has everything to do with why you are here in America now, enjoying that green beer (and regretting it tomorrow). Here’s my families tale…

Once upon a time my great, great grandfather John Creagh’s family lived in the Bahaghs workhouse, just outside of Cbaherciveen due to the Great Hunger or as most know it, The Irish Potato Famine (1845–1852). This was a devastating chapter in Ireland’s history, leading to mass starvation, emigration, and loss.

During this time, workhouses like the Bahaghs Workhouse in Cahirciveen, County Kerry, became grim refuges for the destitute. Built in 1844, it housed hundreds of impoverished families and the conditions were harsh and overcrowded. They functioned like a poor house and also a jail.

My great, great grandfather was born in 1847 during the famine and once had to go to court when he was young for “stealing” fish from a wealthy person’s pond.

When they made it to America in the early 1900s they changed their last name to Cray.

Caherciveen is In County Kerry, which is what my parents named me after. But it’s more than just a name, it meant they made it, we made it, and this family somehow survived and prospered. In a time when we take aim at immigrants trying everything they can to get here and have a better life, remember this. Remember that your family likely had to flee for survival, for their future. Don’t ever forget…

Happy St. Patrick’s Day…

Picture of the farm at the workhouse

My families birth certificate.

The Holadeira Mystery

“In the 1990s, a strange creature emerged from the Brazilian Amazon Basin. Known as the Holadeira, or “sawtooth dolphin,” this cryptid was reportedly spotted by local and named the Holadeira and it even captured the attention of adventurers like Jeremy Wade.

Wade reportedly first saw the animal in 1994 about 100′ away from his boat while fishing. With its notched dorsal fin and elusive nature, some believe it was a unique species, while others think it might have been an injured Amazon river dolphin.  

Wade, after witnessing it again and being able to photograph it on his second expedition out there, confirmed it was a dolphin, perhaps mutilated by fisherman…

I was reminded of this little legend on Reddit , if you’d like to keep up with the conversation on it over there here is the link…


https://www.reddit.com/r/Cryptozoology/s/jigVL5uWnA

Have an awesome Sunday and keep your eyes open you never no what you mind find out there wandering the forests and the seas…

Thylacine in History…

Preservation of the Tasmanian Tiger…”

Consequent upon the information reported in our last Proceedings, another search was made in the wilds of Tasmania for evidence of the existence of this almost extinct Marsupial.

Thanks have been transmitted to the Tasmanian Board for its generosity in allowing M:. M. S. R. Sharland the opportunity of first hand knowledge of the position. Apparently

The expedition was fitted out by the Tasmanian Animals and Birds’ Protection Board, and as a guest, Mr. M S. R. Sharland accompanied it. A full account will be published in the Proceedings, from which it will be seen that new footprints were observed more than once indicating that more than one individual still survives in the locality searched.

Mr. Sharland upheld the traditions of the Society as the Tasmanian Board has renewed its invitation to their next research expedition.

It is a matter of regret that no animals were seen but this is mainly due to the nocturnal habits of the marsupial.”

This Information was printed in the Proceeding of the Royal  Zoological Society of  New South Wales for the year 1938 

The mention of footprints makes me hold out hope…