I love anything paranormal, and I loved Paranormal Caught On Camera. This episode was about Shapeshifters. The couple in question saw a wolf standing on two feet. It was hiding in the marshes and didn’t flinch when the witness fired at it. The incident scared the couple, and they canceled their camping trip.  When searching Illinois cryptids ...

It is my second month as an assistant housekeeper for the Cromwell family. They are what was called “old blood.” Their ancestors were rich, they were rich, and their great-great-grandchildren would probably be rich. As I entered the kitchen from the backdoor that we commonly called “the help’s door,” I questioned my choices that got ...

One of the best things I love about writing this Cryptid series is learning something new every time. I love the unknown, reading stories and articles about the phantoms that haunt our land.  This week in California, I expected to discover another Bigfoot-like creature. Instead, I uncover strange and mysterious figures called ‘Dark Watcher’s.’ Mysterious ...

After a night of torturous lectures and unbridled scolding from Gran and Brie, I found myself standing in line at my favorite coffee shop. I wasn’t quite sure which was creepier: the dead guy standing on my right whose face was falling off or the shifter in the corner whose eyes were glued to my ...

I don’t like the dark or small places. I have many valid and rational reasons for not liking either of those things; like lack of oxygen, creepy crawlies, and mice. I’m sure I could come up with a few more intelligent things to add to that list, but my brain is currently concentrating on reminding ...

Read Part Three Here Evan’s eyes clouded at the expression I couldn’t hide. His jaw clenched and he turned his head. I bit my lip. “Yeah, I guess we do need to talk.” I shifted past him and grabbed the handle of my dorm door. My keys jangled in my left hand, but I didn’t ...

“Elle. We need to talk.” Words clogged the inside of my throat. They weren’t the important ones, not really. Those were buried deep inside my stomach, roiling about as I took in Evan’s appearance. He looked disheveled, shadowed. But then, I suppose he would. The ink on his arms shimmered in the light from the ...