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…
“It was nearly midnight when he started on his return over stony hills and hollows. Though he was a bold youth, he became silent as he approached the lonely valley known as Rocky Ravine. When half way through the tortuous cliff between the hills a sound attracted his attention. On his right, near tho top of the hillside, a curious figure was seen creeping from rock to rock and keeping well in the shadows. It carried something which gleamed brightly now and then as the moon’s rays fell upon it. It came nearer aud nearer the farmer, who had crouched down behind a clump of blackberry bushes, with a strange feeling of dread within him. The mysterious being animal or man approached until it reached the roadway within ten feet of the boy, when with a bound it sprang to the top of a huge boulder, where it crouched for a moment in the full glare of the moon. Frank Rose gave one look back and then shut his eyes with a gap of horror. The thing upon tho rock was a man. But what a man ! When Frank got home that night he told his story of what he had seen upon the way of a creature which, though it walked on “all fours” and was covered with hair from head to foot, carried a gleaming axe and displayed other indications of being human. It was gaunt but muscular, and had burning eyes that shone through long, fancied locks of hair. He had seen this thing but for a moment as it crouched upon a rock. Then it leaped down on the other rock , and he made his way out of the deserted valley as quickly as possible. Young Rose’s story created little agitation among the neighbors. They practical pooh-poohed it, the superstitious added it to their list of ghost tales and inwardly resolved never again to be caught in the neighborhood of Rocky Ravine after nightfall….
But the adventure was not to end so lightly. On the very next night, Henry Simon and William Downey, stock buyers, living in another county, rode within a short distance of the dreary valley, when they were astonished to hear the reverberation of a succession of blows, evidently made by some instrument of steel or iron. They tied their horses and walked up the dark ravine until they arrived at a tremendous cavity which had evidently been excavated by human hands. Twenty feet below in tho darkness some one was striking blow alter blow upon tho rocky bottom of the pit. ” What are you doing down there?”‘ shouted Simon. For answer a stone came whizzing through the air, narrowly missing Downey’s head. A big, hairy creature sprang out of the hole with a frightful yell and disappeared with surprising rapidity over the side of the hill, still carrying its steel tool, though running apparently upon four legs. The traders were Stupefied with astonishment, aud lost no time in getting out of the neighborhood.”
Whenever I think of Melon Heads my mind pictures the Garbage Pail Kids. These are one of the least covered cryptids out there.
There are a few states out there that can lay a claim to these warm and fuzzy cryptids. Michigan, Ohio and Connecticut.
This version of their origins is from the great state of Connecticut. Here is the history of them according to the lore on Wikicheatia…
“The melon heads are descendants of a Colonial-era family from Shelton-Trumbull who were banished after accusations of witchcraft were made against them causing them to retreat to the woods. This variation attributes the appearance of the melon heads to inbreeding. Melon Heads allegedly prey upon humans who wander into their territory.”
I chose that tale because you know I love the history of the colonists. I can almost see this situation happenings. Many early settlements banished people and families from their settlements, it was the worst punishment because you would most likely starve or freeze to death. It’s the unthinkable taboo, but to survive they may have had to make some desperate choices.
Inbreeding could also happen amongst the banished with just a few others maybe that have also been banished. As far as cannibalism goes, they already have proof that the Jamestown Settlement had practiced cannibalism in their desperate hours before they all disappeared. Maybe when they disappeared they become melon heads too.
Moving on to the melon head tales of Ohio. From Wikipedia…
The melon heads are primarily associated with the Cleveland suburb of Kitkland. According to local lore, the melon heads were originally orphans under the watch of a mysterious figure known as Dr. Crow (sometimes spelled Crowe, Krohe or Kroh or known as Dr. Melonhead. Crow is said to have performed unusual experiments on the children, who developed large, hairless heads and malformed bodies. Some accounts claim that the children were already suffering from hydrocephalus, and that Crow injected even more fluid into their brains.
Eventually, the legend continues, the children killed Crow, burned the orphanage, and retreated to the surrounding forests and supposedly feed on babies.
And lastly the lore from Michigan. Again from Wikipedia…
The melon heads of Michigan are said to reside around Felt Mansion, although they have also been reportedly seen in southern forested areas of Ottawa County. According to one story, they were originally children with hydrocephalus who lived at the Junction Insane Asylum near Felt Mansion. The story explains that, after enduring physical and emotional abuse, they became feral and were released into the forests surrounding the asylum. The Allegan County historical Society asserts that the asylum never existed, although it was at one point a prison; however, the story has been part of the local folklore for several decades.
We know most lore has some kernel of truth in there, and all these tales have a similar theme. People abandoned, banished or runaways from society who fled to the forest. If you came upon these people in the forest you would be alarmed. If they were tortured in an asylum or infirm in some way maybe even with birth defects their appearance may be unsettling to say the least.
Did they become cannibals to survive a harsh winter? They most likely would. We have never known the harshness these people suffered through. Do I believe these melon beads are a cryptid? I’m going to say no. To many stories can be easily explained like above but when I’m visiting these states and wandering their forests I’ll keep my open…just in case.
Once in the Freetown Forest, I had an overwhelming feeling that I wasn’t alone. I felt overwhelmed and nauseous. I want to state though, that I didn’t feel threatened, just overwhelmed. My sister snapped a pic of me that moment and got a shot of me surrounded by light with a weird clear orb near my face. (Many have seen this pic already but I’ll include here again).
I didn’t see that as it was happening, I just knew something was happening. People report strange sightings of light in the woods all over the world. And often times it is followed by, or before a bigfoot sighting, and on some occasions a UFO sighting. Every camp in the high strangeness community has different theories as to why this phenomenon could be happening. Bigfoot is an alien, the orbs are alien. You get the idea. And really? We don’t know what’s happening. We just know something odd is happening.
If we leave out the “bigfoot is an alien” part. There is something that possibly ties all three together without the bigfoot is a flesh and bone camp and bigfoot is inter dimensional camp going at it. May even be tolerable to the Ufologists as well. If we believe that we aren’t the only intelligent life in the universe, and we believe to that they are studying us, why would they not also be studying bigfoot? He’s a life form on this rock too is he not? Maybe the orbs in the forest ARE coming from a ufo and they are checking out the big guy too, maybe snatching up one or two of them. And while all of the insanity is happening here comes the bigfoot researcher wandering through the forest at night as he/she always does and walks right into this melee. It is possible all could be seen together…at the same… in the same spot. This is one of the reason I never brush anyone or anything off as crazy. And In just my final little say on what one kind of orb or light could be is, there is so much energy on this planet from life forces. So much life and death happening daily. That energy, I feel could present itself as an orb or light. Does that sound crazy to you?
When loggers mentioned strange footprints in the woods, Edson would pack up his gear after work and spend that night and the next day tracking Bigfoot. Some nights, Edson said, the creature’s moans would keep him awake all night. At other times. . he’d catch a whiff of Bigfoot’s characteristic foul odor. Bigfoot though, he keeps a low profile Edson is sure that Marukarara. the Karok term for Bigfoot, doesn’t appear before men unless the creature is curious – or angry. “They hate all logging equipment because they think it is spoiling their environment.” Edson said, and that’s the explanation he offers for his one experience with a violent Bigfoot. .
Edson said he was waiting to unload a truckful of logs at a landing when “this thing came down from the hills. He began beating the hood of the truck with his arms,” Edson said . “He didn’t want me or he could’ve broken the window and grabbed me” Instead. Edson theorizes, the creature was disturbed by the logging.”
“A black, ape-like creature passed by Charles Edson’s hiding place. Then slowly turned and stared directly at the hunter. . “It knew I was there all the time,” Edson said. Bigfoot. Sasquatch. Marukarara. the Giant -Mountains People. Edson’s years of stalking the alleged creatures have made him a Bigfoot booster and given him material for his first book, “My Travels With Bigfoot ” . Edson’s account of his search for Marukarara from 1952 to 1967 is unusual in the annals of Bigfoot books because it is a first-person account that features several face-to-face encounters with the alleged creature. . The. Bigfoot field Is a natural for skeptics, but Crescent Publications of Los Angeles is not one of them. Crescent forwarded Edson a $1,500 advance payment for ‘Travels” and organized a book party for Saturday at 7 pm in the Newark Pavilion.
Bigfoot photos, casts of footprints, and a film will be shown. Edson will autograph copies of what he calls “A True Life Odyssey.” Edson looks like he’d be more at home pursuing mysterious, howling creatures across Northern California mountains than standing around publishers’ parties. A burly man, the logger and part-. time deputy sheriff, in Siskiyou County bears a faint resemblance to actor Richard Boone.
More than 25 years ago. Edson was introduced to the bizarre world of Bigfoot by a Karok Indian, Barry Harper. Harper and Edson were hunting one day when the quiet Karok showed Edson footprints made by some huge creature. They were 15 to 17 inches long, with large toes, like the misshapen footprint of a huge man, Edson said. In the high country north of the Trinity Alps. Harper showed Edson many of the tracks. Edson was intrigued, but not a great believer. I kept hunting and hunting and one day I found it.” he said. On a ridge about a mile away from Edson.
He saw what looked like a black bear on its hind legs. As he continued to watch, though. Edson said he was convinced that he was spying on Bigfoot. “It was like (catching) gold fever.” he said. For the next 12 years, he would chase after evidence of Bigfoot, forming theories about what the creature is and how it behaves. When loggers mentioned strange footprints in the woods, Edson would pack up his gear after work and spend that night and the next day tracking Bigfoot. Some nights, Edson said, the creature’s moans would keep him awake all night. At other times. . he’d catch a whiff of Bigfoot’s characteristic foul odor. Bigfoot though, he keeps a low profile Edson is sure that Marukarara. the Karok term for Bigfoot, doesn’t appear before men unless the creature is curious – or angry. “They hate all logging equipment because they think it is spoiling their environment.” Edson said, and that’s the explanation he offers for his one experience with a violent Bigfoot. .
Edson said he was waiting to unload a truckful of logs at a landing when “this thing came down from the hills. He began beating the hood of the truck with his arms,” Edson said . “He didn’t want me or he could’ve broken the window and grabbed me” Instead. Edson theorizes, the creature was disturbed by the logging. Indians told Edson that A Murakarara used to feed near the Klamath river but an increased number or people . Mainly loggers chased them back up the mountains. So what are these thing? . ‘ Edson offered two possibilities – “missing links between apes and men on the evolutionary scale, or a tribe of primitive Indians afflicted by a hereditary aisease. . Other Bigfoot theories advanced by Edson’ include these . During winter, they keep warm by sticking moss to their hairy body with tree sap. Only solo Bigfoot have been reported or spotted, but Edson believes they travel in family groups. ,” , Bigfoot understands that men are interested in him. but is wary of outsiders – especially those ‘ , carrying anything metallic.
Edson eventually gave up carrying a gun on Murakarara expeditions and said it helped his hunting. Bigfoot is sneaky. Its bones have never been found, and Edson said he’s seen the creature erasing its tracks before. Although Fremont is far from the haunts of Bigfoot. an entire room of Edson’s home is devoted to Bigfoot souvenirs – from dozens of plaster casts of footprints to newspaper clippings about the beast.
Due to an ailment, it’s been years- since he tracked Bigfoot. but he used the year and a half of his convalescence period to compose: . “Travels” This summer. Edson promised, he’ll be back to Bigfoot country, searching for the definitive proof that has eluded him and other Bigfoot fanciers. And the ailment that has kept him from hunting the Marukarara is just a coincidence, he said with a laugh, my feet were operated on.”
I really enjoyed this article. Edson and I seem to share a lot of the same theories to what a Bigfoot could be. The missing link or a split somewhere on the evolutionary scale.
And also the bit where he mentions not wanting to take anything metallic such as a gun with him. That is definitely my thoughts exactly. If they are there in the woods with me somewhere I don’t want them to think I’m going to harm them in any way. Or drag them home. I want them to stay wild and live in peace.
Every Bigfoot researcher, like myself, have different theories to whether they are man or ape, and they also have different approaches to what they like to do in the field. Carry film equipment? Weapons? Passive like me,etc. It’s a good thing because until we get a chance to ask one personally we need to try everything.
Have an awesome Sunday everyone and keep on Squatchin on…