CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I was a Cryptozoologist. One Creature Still Haunts Me" Creepypasta

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Starting point is 00:00:26 Goar for. Find what you need to have on Amazon.com. I'm a retired cryptozoologist. I use the term retired in this context very loosely. I was never paid for my work, and there was no pension to speak of. Cryptozoology has always been a passion of mine,

Starting point is 00:00:45 one that, in my old age, I no longer have the energy to pursue. But I didn't leave empty-handed. The treasures of the trade are not monetary ones. They are stories. Some passed around from one hunter to the next. Others gain from experience on the front lines. The one that I keep coming back to, even now, is a personal one. It's been many years, but I think I finally have the nerve to share it.

Starting point is 00:01:16 Before we get started, a little background. I'm a journalist by trade, and in the mid-80s, there was a spike in submissions to the paper I worked for, which should remain anonymous pertaining to unexplained phenomenon. Sightings are remarkable but horrific beasts in the local forest, They were a trip to read, but not worth investigating, according to my boss. Our mantra was clear. Straight to the news.

Starting point is 00:01:43 The paper was known for neutral, unbiased, fact-based articles. That meant no sensationalist headlines, no opinion pieces, and nothing that could be dismissed or disproved. Still, I had so much fun reading these bizarre tales, the highlights of any given workday when one landed on my desk. On one particularly slow day at the office, I was handed three separate letters. All were new submissions describing similar incidents, too similar to be written off with the others. According to these first-hand accounts, there was an ominous creature that stood at the edge of the forest when driven by.

Starting point is 00:02:22 There was a humanoid entity covered in grass-like fur all over. Other than the greenery, there were no identifiable features. It blended in with a tree line, but jarred the three drivers when it moved, running into the road at great speed. If this was a prank, it was an elaborate one, especially for the time period. Each letter had a different handwriting and tone. I later discovered that the return addresses were those of residents deemed as reputable sources for the paper in the past. I was baffled. My boss was not so intrigued.

Starting point is 00:02:59 Upon showing him the letters, he simply took the names of our source list and barked at me too, quote, Stop playing make-believe and get back to work. He was anything, if not endearing. I threw the mystery letters in a draw with the rest. I worked there for two more years before calling it quits and beginning my new job as a full-time critter zoologist, inspired by the paper's strange submissions. My retirement and many vested benefits from the company would fund this passion.

Starting point is 00:03:29 project to mine. You might find it odd given the line of work, but for the first time in my life, I felt truly fulfilled. There are no words to describe the feeling, but freedom is a good attempt. I won't bore you with the details of my adventures into the unknown. They're mostly uninteresting tales, whose joyous highlights and precious moments could never be spoiled with enough embellishment to convey the meaning they hold to me. Just know that And almost all of these endeavours were unfruitful. The journey was far more enjoyable than the destination, save for a handful of hunts that harboured actual danger. But there was never a closer call than with the Moss Man, as I later dubbed it.

Starting point is 00:04:16 Going through some old notes from my days of the paper, I happened upon those three letters. Pondering over them for a bit, an idea sprung to mind, and a smile crept across my face. I called a friend of mine to meet me Then in a flash I grabbed my keys and drove to the forest edge Hoping to catch a glimpse of this mysterious moss man Even if it didn't exist It would be a fun outing doing what I loved

Starting point is 00:04:43 The friend I called was a rocky hunter I was his teacher in a sense A title I wore proudly This would be our fifth excursion together When he arrived we didn't waste any time mined in words. We simply ventured into the woods, flashlights in hand,

Starting point is 00:05:03 ready to find the beast and document its existence. If only we knew at the time what we were getting ourselves into. We walked quietly for an hour before one of us spoke off. Spooked by the darkness, we were in need of some small talk

Starting point is 00:05:18 to distract ourselves and break away the awkward tension. Say, Jack, why are you so keen on finding this grassman anyway? I thought your old paper was sent pranks like that all the time. I laughed. It's Mossman, Henry, and I never said that.

Starting point is 00:05:34 That's just what my boss thought. I was never able to follow any leads. Henry looked off for a moment, and then came back. What if it was just a guy in a suit, scaring the locals? Henry was a believer at heart, but he wore his skepticism on his sleeve. That's what I liked about him. It's his apprehension that kept my head on straight, and the exploration we embarked on previously.

Starting point is 00:05:59 I had been known to let my enthusiasm get the better of me on more than one occasion. Well, that's what we're here to find out. If there's no evidence, that will probably be our conclusion. Footsteps echoed in the distance. Branch is breaking beneath a heavy weight. Henry and I slowed to a stop. Did you hear that, Jack?

Starting point is 00:06:21 Shh, quiet, don't make a sound. I listened, but was met with only silence. We brushed the incident off, and kept walking, now rattled. So, Henry asked, how big is this thing supposed to be? All of the letters described it as being the size of a man. No specifics past that.

Starting point is 00:06:44 Henry turned around and stood still for a moment. I stayed with him, assuming he needed a second to gather his wits. I think I left something in my car. I'll be right. I interjected before I could finish his statement. God damn it, Henry, do you want to be able to be. a hunter or not? Yes, I do, but... But nothing. How many times have you died on a hunt? Henry paused.

Starting point is 00:07:08 Well, counting the Ketuna incident. None. Exactly. So pull your spine out of your ass and match my pace. Walk with confidence. You're going to be fine. Henry took a labored breath, turned back around, and straightened his posture. My pep talk seemed to have an effect. Okay, Jack, I can do this. He gave me a determined look. We never explicitly discussed it before, but I sensed that Henry looked up to me, not unlike how a child looks up to their father. Good, now follow me. I marched ahead, and Henry followed.

Starting point is 00:07:47 Then there were more footsteps. He stopped again. The sound was so close. I was compelled to yell out. Who's there? Show yourself. The noise ceased. With a fair amount of trepidation myself, I pressed on, Henry now falling behind.

Starting point is 00:08:05 Pick up the pace, all you, Henry. This is what we're here for. A few moments passed, and the sound of footsteps recommenced. This time, the source was revealed. Out from behind a large tree, stepped a gentleman in proper dress attire, adorning an overly wide smile. A shadowy form illuminated only by a sliver of moonlight that broke. through the forest canopy. Henry and I nearly jumped out of our skin and jolted back a bit. Then we looked at each other, confused. I spoke first. Hello there. The man did not respond. Henry chined in. What are you doing out here dressed like that? No reply. I gave it another go. Everything all right, sir. Would you like some help

Starting point is 00:08:55 navigating the forest? Not a single word offered him. in response. I contemplated eruptions and turned back to Henry, who was now visibly trembling. Henry, we should go. We began walking in the opposite direction. To our utter disbelief, the man was there, impeding our travel. My blood ran cold. No footsteps this time, just inexplicable, instantaneous transit. Everywhere we turned, he was there. We had been ambushed. We had been ambushed. Without warning, the man transformed before our eyes. Green, grassy appendages seeped out from his paws and enveloped his outline. His feet just vanished behind the foliage.

Starting point is 00:09:44 It was him, the moss man. I never suspected it could shape-shift, but this was no time to jot down notes. It lunged at us. Henry and I dispersed, but, with overwhelming agility and strength, it was able to grab us both and pin our bodies to a tree. We were pressed so forcefully against it, the bark felt like thousands of tiny needles scraping the skin of my back.

Starting point is 00:10:08 Henry flailed out, screaming in fear and agony. I too were scared, but having been in a similar position before, I held my composure and hatched the plan. Hey, big guy, I have a proposition for you. It tilted his head at me,

Starting point is 00:10:25 a horrendous amalgamation of vines where his face should have been. I'm sure you have to figure, and we'll probably taste better than the odd rabbit or fox pass by. Trust me, I understand. But if you kill us both, they'll come looking for us. You might be good against one or two men, but a whole search party. If your nest is discovered, you could be caught and killed yourself,

Starting point is 00:10:50 or, at the very least, forced to flee your home. Illusioned this grip on me. I used to work for the local paper. My testimonial holds weight in this town. to both local officials and general public, I can make it appear to be an accident. Just leave the body when you're done. That's all I ask.

Starting point is 00:11:10 Henry turned to me, more frightened than he had ever been of the Mossman. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal? The creature nodded and let me go. I ran out to the forest, my heart pounding. Unlike other cryptids I dealt with, I didn't know this one's dialect, so I wasn't sure he would even understand me.

Starting point is 00:11:35 I looked back only once to make sure the creature hadn't changed his mind and caught a glimpse of Henry being torn to shreds. Poor guy. I lost more Rockies that way. The following day, Henry's body was found at the edge of the woods. After speaking with the mayor, a closet hunter and a good friend of mine, and contacting the paper,

Starting point is 00:11:57 my old boss commissioned a report from me. Henry had been attacked by a bear and an unfortunate stroll to the forest one evening It was the talk of the community for a while And as such, folks steer clear of the woods The Mossman's nest was safe And so were the locals A job well done in my book

Starting point is 00:12:18 So, let this serve as a lesson to you When searching for monsters Always bring a friend along for the hunt They might just save your life safe.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I was a Cryptozoologist. One Creature Still Haunts Me" Creepypasta

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