Category: Cryptid Journal
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Cryptid Journal #3
But there he was, tapping on the window with long black claws, my missing story in hand. His antennae twitched and he tilted his head. To the other side, he tilted and waited before tapping again.
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Cryptid Journal #2
I couldn’t explain it then, I doubt I can explain it now, but I wasn’t worried it would come back. I laid in bed pondering the psyche of it, not whether or not it would return and rip my spine from my body. Foolish, or wishful, but I was intrigued.
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Cryptid Journal #1
…well, to be honest, I don’t really know what it was. I just know it scared me like hell. I know I’m still terrified to go outside. But now…now I can see it from my window. Standing upright on two legs just outside the tree line.
M.A. Padilla 