Rusty was rapt at attention, sharing her belief.
“I’m serious. The Jersey Devil does exist.”
“The Jersey Devil.” Marina stared at the encyclopedia of cryptids in Rusty’s hands. 118 more words
Hog Island Press is a well regarded print shop in historic Philadelphia. They recently created this terrific map that “documents” our unique American cryptozoology. I can’t vouch for Mothman or Big Foot, but I did spot the Jersey Devil once many years ago on a late night jaunt through the Pine Barrens in New Jersey. 27 more words
Mr. Leeds was a melancholy sort of fellow. Dapper, certainly; courteous and gallant, of course, but ultimately a tenuously sorrowful man. He dressed out of the current of the times, not paying much heed to what passed for fashion these days, but managed not to seem too terribly anachronistic by staying close to rural areas. 674 more words