So, I’m posting this video, which I feel is a hoax. And I’m posting it with the purpose, I want to ask a question of everyone. Do you feel this video is real or a hoax? And why? And lastly, do you feel the TikTok platform is a place to find a lot of legitimate sightings of high strangeness? With the opportunity to make so much money monetizing, is any video real? Are we capturing real mysteries unfold? Are we getting a real and honest peek into anyone’s home or life? Let me know what you think!
IT IS the stuff of legend. The Mongolian death worm lives beneath the shifting sands of the Gobi desert, rarely surfacing, and then only to squirt a deadly blast of venom at predators. Some even believe it has the power to electrocute its victims.
For Ivan Mackerle, a scientist and explorer, the search to prove its existence has become a passion. Inspired by nomads’ sightings of the 5ft-long blood-red worm, he is preparing to embark on his third expedition in pursuit of the subterranean creature.
His previous attempts provided no substantive evidence, despite efforts to drive the worm to the surface by detonating explosives in the sand. “It appears to be both deadly and deaf,” said Mackerle.
His planned return to Mongolia is one of an unprecedented number of expeditions being mounted over the next two years by teams from some of the world’s top academic institutions to find creatures which locals say exist but have, as yet, eluded modern science.
The biggest search centres on the dense tropical jungle of the Mato Grosso in the South American Amazon basin, where tribesmen speak of a large animal that walks on its hind legs and eats small trees. Dubbed the Amazonian ” bigfoot “, scientists believe it is a giant sloth, which they thought had died out 8,500 years ago.
The leader of the expedition is Dr David Oren, a biologist, whose best clues to its existence are 22lb of faeces and some clumps of hair. Over the past nine years rubber tappers and Indians have told him of a creature they call Mapinguari, with dark red fur, a thunderous roaring voice and a disabling stench. Last week he was unavailable for comment as he searched the jungle again.
Colleagues searching Tasmania for another animal thought to have died out much more recently have been no more successful. Ever since the Thylacine, or Tasmanian Wolf, was declared extinct in the 1930s after over-hunting, there have been persistent reports of sightings.
Teams of scientists have scoured remote parts of the island for what has been called the world’s commonest extinct animal, but to no avail. Their branch of science is known as cryptozoology.
Professor Roy Mackal, a molecular biochemist and zoologist, said: “Expeditions in the past few years have led to a spate of new and hitherto unsuspected species being discovered. Now everyone is looking at these so-called myths and legends and wondering if they are true.”
Mackal has led two expeditions to the Congo in search of the Mokele-mbembe, an aquatic beast said to resemble a small dinosaur. Similar fruitless searches have been made for a 60ft sea serpent known as the Cadborosaurus that is frequently reported off the coast of British Columbia, Canada. It is said to bear remarkable similarities to the Loch Ness monster.
In recent years scientists have discovered a huge kangaroo which lives in trees in Irian Jaya, the western part of New Guinea controlled by Indonesia, and a new species of ox, now named the Vu Quang, which was discovered on the borders of North Vietnam and Laos. The creature has features common to both cattle and antelope and could be a missing link between them. Within the past few months scientists working in the same area have discovered an unknown species of wild pig.
In South America zoologists have discovered a species of peccary (similar to a pig) which was thought to have become extinct millions of years ago. Others, using special nets to trawl the deepest reaches of the Amazon, have found ancient freshwater fish species.
Dr John Lundberg of Arizona University, who led the expedition, said the oddest of the 240 new species he has found was Magosternachus duccis , which stuns its prey with electricity and then eats their tails. The tails later regenerate, ensuring a constant supply of food.
The scientists who make such discoveries are guaranteed to go down in history. The greatest prize of all in cryptozoology, however, lies on land – the discovery of a new species of great ape or, best of all, a second species of hominid. Homo sapiens (us) is the only species known still to survive, although many others have become extinct.
The evidence for the existence of such species is, to cryptozoologists at least, very strong. In the Himalayas there are persistent stories of yetis, thought by some to be a type of orang-utan that has become adapted for life on the ground in the dense rhododendron forests. In North America there are constant sightings of the Sasquatch , or bigfoot , a larger creature whose appearance is similar to that of Gigantopithecus, a large prehistoric ape whose fossil remains are well-documented.
Dr Karl Shuker, a leading cryptozoologist, retains an open mind but says the chances of such a creature being found are high. “Since 1990 seven totally new species of monkey have been found in South America alone. If such primates could remain hidden from scientists for so long then it is highly likely that creatures closer to man and therefore more intelligent may yet be undiscovered.”
Sasquatch men, remnants of a lost race of “wild- men” who Inhabited the rooky regions of British Columbia centuries ago, are reported roaming the province again. After an absence of several months from the district of Harrlson Mills, 50 miles east of Vancouver, the long, wierd, wolf-like howls of the “wild men” are being heard again and two of the hairy monsters were reported seen In the Morris valley on the Harrison river. Residents In the district tell of seeing the two glants leaping and bounding out of the forest and striding across the duck feeding ground, wallowing now and again in the bog and mire and long, swaying swamp grass’.
Reported Agile as Goats. The strange men, it was reported, after emerging from the woods, came leaping down the Jagged rocky hillside with the agility and lightness of mountain goats. Snatches of their weird language floated on tho breeze across the lake to the pioneer settlement at the foot of the hills. The giants walked with an easy gait across the swamp flats and at the Morris Creek, in the shadow of Little Mystery Mountaln, straddled a finating log, which they propelled with their long, hairy hands and huge feet across the sluggish Glacial stream to the other side. There they abandoned the log and climbed hand over hand up the almost perpendicular cliff at a point known as Gibraltar and reappeared at the top of the ridge. They carried two large clubs and walked around a herd of cattle directly in their path.
Indian’s Story Retold…
The return of the giants to the legendary stronghold of the Sasquatch monsters recalls the narrow escape of an Indian at the same spot last March. A huge rock narrowly missed his canoe while he was fishing and looking up, he said he saw a huge and hairy monster stamping his feet and gesticulating wildly. The Indlan escaped by cutting his fishing tackle and paddling away. The same Indian declares two Sasquatch twice have stolen salmon which he tied outside his house out of reach of dogs. The latest appearance of the monsters was peaceful. They avoided the trails usually used by people of the valleyand molested neither cattle nor human beings.
People who have reported seeing the giants on their rare appearances described the men’s appearance as ferocious looking like wild men, nine feet tallu and covered from head to toes with thick black hair..
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…
Although I have a lovely picture above of theee two strong marvelous creatures fishing together, this encounter is not a friendly one…
HARRISON MILLS, Feb. 23 A terrific battle a fight for life of prodigious strength matched against savage ferocity between a hairy giant of the Sasquatch and a huge bear, which after ten minutes of wild struggle, fury and rage, ended in the strangling of bruin when the wild man of the Chehalis hinterlands crushed the life out of him. The story of this unusual drama of the wilderness was told by three Harrison River Indians who were spectators of the singular incident one evening last week as they were walking along the Chehalis river close to the canyon
. “It was a skookum (strong) fight, ugh’, ugh’,” said Jimmy Craneback, one of the. trio of spectators, “and as no one of our little party had ever seen a hairy giant of the Sasquatch in a fight before, I’m telling you we got the biggest kick of our life. It was a hair – raising fight between savage and brute.” Asked how they came to witness the unusual battle, Jimmy said, “We were on our way home after an all – day unsuccessful hunt in the Chehalis mountains. We had just crossed the government road at the Chehalis river a mile or so north of the Indian village, when all at once we heard a roar in the forest ahead of us that shook the firs and cedars around and startled the crows and bluejays from their roost. We stopped to listen. Down the old trail ahead of us we could hear groans, growls, thuds and the snap and crack of rotten branches as If old Nick himself had gone off his noodle and was running amuck through the dark forest,” The hunter said that they were not afraid for their own safety as each of them carried a rifle. “But we were worried,” went on Jimmy, “that some old woman of the Chehalis might be in the forest digging roots for baskets and was being mauled by a bear, for bear at this time of the year are lean, vicious and hungry. “In silence we loaded our rifles hurriedly. “Fifty yards or so down the wooded trail we came upon a sight that made our eyes pop. In awe we stopped dead in our tracks. In the fading twilight and shadowy forest we first thought we were looking on two bears fighting each other to the death.
As we stood beside a log twenty yards away we could see the great struggle of strength. There was a crunching of bones as the monsters in their rage came to grips with each other – and tumbled and tossed about in their fury on the forest floor within a few feet of the Chehalis. But there was something about one of the monsters that puzzled us.” The hunters were now so excited with this hitherto unwitnessed drama of the wilderness that they wished to see the victor of the contest before they raised their rifles. “We wouldn’t have raised our rifles when we did,” explained Jimmy, “but it looked as if they were about to roll over the bank into the river any moment and we didn’t want to lose such big game. But then we never shot, for as we raised our rifles we were startled by a yell it had in it something human and came from one of. the combatants, which to our astonished ears sounded like “poo – woo – uoo.’ ” ‘Good, gosh,’ said Ike Joe as we lowered our rifles, ‘boys its a Sasquatch and a bear we’ll take the side of the giant, its well to be on their side. He’s put up a great fight let’s step in and help him.’ ” The boys were In a sweat, but happy the Sasquatch gave a “pooh – woo,” which timely utterance had no doubt saved his life.
“Finally,” said Jimmy, “the giant got his powerful hairy arms around the bear’s neck. It must have been a hu’m – dinger of a hold for the bear began to gasp for breath, and gasping pawed the air as his tongue was hanging out. The wild man had won the fight. With a grunt he flung the carcass of the bear into the river.” Asked was the Sasquatch a big fellow, Jimmy looked surprised. “You should know,” he grinned, “that it takes more than an infant to choke the daylights out of a big bear.” It does.
an Indian, a chief’s grandson, who once came face to face with a hairy Sasquatch and barely escaped with his life, the witness is a highly respected resident of the Songhees Reserve, here is how he described the creature, “His eyes glowed like the noonday sun, and the hair on his body was like moss on the rocks. His voice sounded like the roar of a surf from a heavy sea.”
The old Indian related that in his youth he was searching for a young deer up a mountain slope. When he reached the summit there was no deer. He was about to retrace his steps when he heard a loud roar. “At first I was like a frozen man, even the rocks were trembling. I looked up and there, not far away from me was a hairy man maybe 18 feet tall. As tall as a mountain tree. He was holding the deer. I remember that my spirit animal guide was a wolf, that it made me fast, so I turned and ran like the wind, he was throwing trees at me. You can still see the trees up there on the mountain rotting.”
From the description of the mountain he gave, it is Mount Matheson, near Rocky Point. He said they have always lived on Vancouver Island, but now that it’s settled they have moved to the interior…
Excerpt from the Times Colonist, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, 26 Apr 1957,
𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔… The idea of a being, half wolf, half man, and possessing also many demoniacal attributes, is a very curious piece of old-world superstition still to be found in very many European countries , and strengthened, no doubt, by the discovery, at times, of children who have been carried off and cared for by wolves who preferred the role of foster-mother to that of devourer —an occurrence of which there are frequent proofs on record. The wild and howling night winds, the Maruts that gave name to our too familiar nightmare, may have given the first notion of demon wolves to the trembling listener as they passed shrieking by his solitary tent or hut. As the transition of thought by which the spirit-wolf and the human form became amalgamated is easily imagined. There appears to be plenty of evidence that, at different times, a form of madness has broken out by which individuals have fancied themselves to be turned into wolves. Burton, in his ” Anatomy of Melancholy,” desoribes this disease, which he calls Lycanthropia, as ” when men run howling about graves and fields in the night, and will not be dissuaded ,that they are not wolves or some such beasts.” -Manchester Courier, October 20, 1883
I haven’t tortured you with a poem in awhile…happy Monster Monday!
“She rises from the deep Black of eyes, Hair of red Claiming bodies and souls As she rises from the dead
Spawning from deep on the ocean floor Where her body lays no more She comes up to feed, then goes back to the deep In her soul there is only darkness, Bitter from her drowning demise She comes for those who tell their lies
She was cold hearted before But now there is only evil that awaits on the ocean floor Only when she claims enough souls Can she stay on the surface Then her evil will lay before us She must be destroyed This evil can not walk the land There will only be blood upon the sand
She dreams of revenge For her untimely end Racking up the bodies Taking them where the water is murky Only one thing will stop her reign of terror Finding those that let her sink to the bottom forever….”