My Top 10 North American Cryptid List
By: Bonnie Gill
What is a Cryptid? A Cryptid is a creature that has no scientific proof that it exists. Therefore, they are considered legends, myths, folklore, or extinct. The study of these animals and plants is called Cryptozoology.
My Top 10 North American Cryptid List
1. Loup Garou- The Loup Garou is a Cajun werewolf that is found in Louisiana. The legend is they are human by day and change into a half-man/half-wolf at night. They remain this way for 101 days and then transfer the curse to another human. They can live in swaps, fields, caves, and other places.
2. Champ- Champ or Champy is a sea serpent or type of dinosaur that lives in Lake Champlain. Champ is 20 to 80 feet long and can be seen from Quebec to New York. Although hundreds of photos have been taken of this creature, there is still no scientific evidence that Champ exists.
3. Jackalope- The Jackalope is a jackrabbit with antelope horns. They have been seen all over North America but originate from Wyoming. Skeptics say they are a brainstorm of a taxidermist. While others believe they are jackrabbits with the Shope Papilloma Virus that causes antler-type tumors to grow on a rabbit’s head. In legends they can be fearless and ferocious.
4. Mermaids- Mermaids go way back to Greek mythology. They have an upper human body and a fish tail. In Myths, the water spirits or sirens will lure fishermen to their deaths. The Discovery Channel aired two controversial documentaries called Mermaids: The Body Found and Mermaids: The New Evidence.
5. Thunderbirds- Thunderbirds are giant birds of prey with supernatural powers. Witnesses have said they have a 12 to 20 foot wing span with lizard features. The legends of Thunderbirds originated from Native Americans.
6. Megaldon- The Megaldon’s name means giant tooth and is believed to be a prehistoric shark. He can weigh up to 100 tons and is 55-60 feet long. They feed on Great White Sharks and whales and have no problem crushing them with 10 to 18 tons of biting force. People have claimed to see them in every ocean. The Discovery Channel aired a show called Megaldon: The New Evidence.
7. Chupacabra- Chupacabra or El Chupacabra means goatsucker in Spanish. They were first discovered in Puerto Rico but have thousands of sightings in the US and Mexico. They prey on livestock and drain their victim’s blood. The Chupacabra can either be a large reptile with spikes along its back or a giant hairless dog. To this day the captured chupacabras have been sloths, raccoons, or dogs with mange.
8. Mothman- The Mothman is a 7 foot man with bat-like wings and large red glowing eyes. It was first seen in Point Pleasant WV before the Silver Bridge collapse. Some say he predicts great tragedy while others believe he causes it. There were sightings of a Mothman in Russia in 1986 before the Chernobyl nuclear disaster.
9. The Jersey Devil- The Jersey Devil has the body of a horse, bat-like wings, talons for hands, and horns. Its face can either be a horse or goat. The legend originated in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. It’s said Mother Leeks was pregnant with her thirteenth child. Exhausted by her unruly children, during birth she cried out, “Oh please, let this be the devil.” The baby morphed into the monster and flew out the window.
10. Sasquatch- Other names are Bigfoot, Grassman, Yeti, Skunk ape, Ozark Howler, Momo, and many more. The Sasquatch is the most sighted and popular among cryptids. He’s said to be an ape with human-type features and 7 to 9 foot tall. They are now saying they are aliens because UFOs are often spotted near Sasquatch sightings.
That’s all for my My Ten Most Popular Cryptids in North America list.
Have you ever seen something that was unexplainable?
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Tempting The Light
Genre: Humorous Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Date of Publication: April 20, 2016
Word Count: 75,000
Cover Artist:Fiona Jayde
Bad luck magnet Abby Fitzpatrick gets fired, catches her boyfriend cheating with a mime, and is cursed by an evil genie who pops out of a tampon box. She’s bound and determined to remove the spell, and as fate would have it, the hottest guy she’s ever met is out to kill her.
River Stone, a Cryptid hunter for Legends and Myths Police Squad (L.A.M.P.S.), poses as a sheriff for Abby’s hometown of Haber Cove, New Jersey. He’s out to find and capture a man-eating gnome and bag the legendary Jersey Devil monster. Little does he realize, the woman who catches his heart is the same creature that he was sent to destroy.
Tempting the Light is the first novel in the L.A.M.P.S. series that features hunky secret agents who find true love while hunting and slaying dangerous Cryptids.
Book One: Legends and Myth Police Squad Series (L.A.M.P.S.)
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Abby Fitzgerald didn’t expect a surprise birthday party when she got home today. She didn’t expect bold colored daisies or pretty wrapped gifts. But most of all she didn’t expect to find her live-in boyfriend Burt, engaged in a spooge-a-paloosa fest with a chick dressed as a mime. Her crazy old grandmother warned her she would be cursed on her twenty-fifth birthday, but who would have believed it?
Burt slapped his body up against the mime from behind in a vigorous frenzy on the sleigh styled queen-sized bed. The woman’s hands and painted white face pressed up against an invisible window with his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her vertical.
Seeing Abby, the mime's lips parted into an "O" breaking the sex-me-up red heart painted across them. She covered her mouth with her gloved hands.
Abby stared in horror at Burt with his mouth open and eyes closed, savoring the sheer ecstasy of screwing the mime. Her heart shattered shooting pulmonary shrapnel up her throat. He never looked like that when they were together.
"You’re freaking cheating on me?"
Burt’s eyes popped open, before he leaped from the bed. "Son of a . . ."
Abby dashed into the hallway bathroom, and rummaged in the crowded cabinet under the sink. "Where’s the damn Scrubbing Bubbles? Or better yet, the Borax?" She tossed a mildewed loofa and a half used bottle of honeysuckle hand lotion over her shoulder. They landed not far from Burt’s bare feet.
"Abby, I’m sorry. I was going to wait until after your birthday to tell you." He placed his hands on both sides of the bathroom door trim and leaned into the room. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I’m trying to find something to scour the sick image of you and your mime girlfriend from my eyes. Better yet, I’ll get the melon ball scooper." Unable to contain herself, she whipped a can of lemon scented shaving cream at his head.
He ducked but the foaming missile bounced off his hair-sprayed-until-bullet-proof hair. His nostrils flared like an enraged bull. Too bad that was all he had in common with the animal. "You’re acting irrational. Stop it."
True. Right now she couldn’t even think straight. "Get away from me."
"It doesn’t have to be like this," he said under his breath.
She ignored his statement and shoved his skinny five-foot-four-inch unclothed body aside and marched back into the bedroom.
The mime perched on the edge of the bed with a sheet wrapped around her naked body. She held up both hands in a stop gesture and waved them back and forth.
"Abby. Please settle down." Burt trailed behind her.
"Settle down? Do you know why I came home early?"
"No." He glanced at his watch then looked absolutely baffled.
"Because I got fired today, Burt."
He tilted his head to the side and wrinkled his rather large forehead. "Oh. Well, how were you planning to help me pay the rent then?"
She wished she had a gun to shoot the stupid out of him.
"Get out of my house." She jerked on the mime’s cover-up sheet. The mime pulled back. Abby yanked again but then let go, the mime did a back-flip somersault off the bed. Her pasty white face popped up on the other side of the mattress like a demented rodent in a whack-a-mole game.
"This is my apartment," Burt raised his voice louder and pointed at the mime. "You don’t have to go anywhere."
The mime amplified her smile by pointing to the corners of her lips and twisting her fingers in her imaginary dimples, then she proceeded to skip and do a naked happy dance in circles around Abby.
Abby gave her a shove out of her way. "What the heck is her problem? Doesn’t she talk?"
Burt shrugged. "I don’t know. She hasn’t said a word since we met. It’s one of her perks."
Abby slammed her fist into the side of her leg to keep from punching the detestable smart-ass smirk that spread across his face. Her fantasy of a blissful marriage and white picket fence shattered in one measly, heinous moment.
"How long has this been going on? Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know." She marched over to the closet, grabbed her blue duffle bag, and stuffed a few pairs of her size two jeans into it. She then looked down at his exposed mini-manly parts and raised a questioning brow.
Burt’s eyes widened to a bug-eyed look and then he scattered to pull on a pair of whity-tighties.
She stalked over to her dresser, pulled out different colored T-shirts, and a stack of clean underwear to shove in her bag. She hesitated for a moment. "The other day, I saw you in the jewelry store buying something. I—I thought you might."
Before she could finish, the mime flashed the back of her hand at Abby. A pink princess cut rock set in a platinum setting adorned the ring finger of her left hand.
Burt sent a reprimanding scowl in the mime’s direction. "It just happened."
Her heart went numb first, before the shredding feeling of a weed-whacker tore through it.
"Wonderful." She stormed out of the room and into the kitchen, pulling worthless knick-knacks from their displayed posts and cramming them in her bag. A satisfied smile lifted her cheeks when she held up Burt’s prized Fifty States Commemorative Quarter collection for him to see.
"You wouldn’t dare. Put that back." He swiped at the coins but missed.
"Yes, I would and I’m leaving you." She jammed the cardboard display in the duffle, and swung her bag of belongings over her shoulder. "I hope you have many ugly clown babies." She slammed the apartment door behind her.
While trudging to her car the whooshing blood of each heart beat thumped like sonic booms in Abby’s ears. She tossed her bag into the trunk and marched over to Burt’s yellow Volkswagen Beetle. She pulled back her foot and gave it a hard kick in the tire. I wonder how many girlfriends he can cram into that thing at one time?
She sat behind her steering wheel in silence. Too bad she couldn’t pull a do-over for the day. Her grandmother must have been psychic.
About the Author:
Bonnie Gill grew up in the suburbs right outside Chicago. As a child she loved making up ghost stories at night to scare her sisters and friends.
She writes Paranormal Romance with a twist of humor. When she isn’t writing you can find her on a haunted tour, volunteering at pet rescues, or digging around in her fairy garden waiting for fairies to show. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapter and the Windy City chapter.
She lives in Northern Illinois with her four rescue dogs, a big fat cat, and her ever patient boyfriend who laughs at all her goofy jokes.
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