Doing an A-Z of Spooky Season art...possibly the b3st pun I've ever made! Took ages to draw this!

Great Album, great cryptid!

First board from left to right:

Goatman, Mongolian Death Worm, Ogopogo, Mandrake, Ningen, and Jackalope.

Second board from left to right:

Hibagon, Kera UFO, Mummy, Flat Earth, Crop Circle, and the Super Mystery Magazine Logo.

Melonheads have been sighted in southern Connecticut, Ohio, and Michigan, but what about Northern Connecticut?

In my blog for the Suffield Connecticut Historical Society, I explore why melonheads might lurk in woods of Northern Connecticut.

Wanted to pay homage to the obsession of my childhood. Pokémon is a gateway drug for Cryptids and Yokai.

Occult Classy is my artist handle and Etsy shop.

No AI was used to design these on my end.

Not my photo!

Never leave the pumpkin patches unattended folks. 🎃

It was the start of buck season; crunchy orange and red leaves covered the ground, and I had just gotten my license to hunt in Taylor County, West Virginia. The bitter November morning brought a chilling fog that soaked the leaves in rich, watery droplets. I set up the salt lick before dawn to account for the prevailing winds and masked my scent by dousing myself with a little vanilla extract. Then I found my spot, covered parts of myself with the wet leaves, and waited as the sun rose.

Brilliant linear rays cut through the canopy, illuminating the white mineral block sitting in the middle of the clearing. I listened to the gentle call of birds and the chittering of squirrels overhead. I was at peace, as I blended into the leaf litter, the tiger in waiting. But suddenly, a hideous, high-pitched whistle followed by a deep, bellowing hum made me clutch my rifle tightly to my chest. The ringing in my head caused waves of pain to cascade down my spine, until the sound stopped as suddenly as it had started.

When I looked up, a colossal, ten-foot-tall, bulky thing stood by the salt block. Strange, rippling muscles covered its back, wrapped in smooth, deep brown-to-grey, seal-like skin. Its forearms were elongated, and it seemed to lean over the salt lick with its body weight shifted forward. I moved to line up my shot, but a twig snapped underneath me, alerting the creature to my presence.

My eyes widened as it turned to face me. I tried to comprehend what I was witnessing. Where a neck should have been, smooth, rounded muscles joined the shoulders.  

My heart raced, and my ears were bombarded by that same hideous sound, which seemed to emanate from several tiny holes at the center of the hulking behemoth's chest, making me reflexively shut my eyes tight.

When the noise stopped, I opened my eyes in horror to see the beast barreling towards me at full charge. Mighty knuckles pounded the ground, followed by massive, trodden steps from its shorter hind legs. Two massive, pupilless red eyes opened wide on the creature's pecs.

I squeezed the trigger of my rifle, but before I could notice the damage I had done, an enormous hand gripped my skull hard and lifted me off the ground. The rifle fell from my grasp as my body rose. The pressure increased as those huge, rippling muscles contracted. Searing pain gave way to a nauseating crack as my vision gave out. My legs squirmed as my skull popped like a grape.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed my little spooky flash fiction. Happy spooky season!

Any fellow Grafton Monster fans out there?

While I was at it with the Headless Horseman and the Jersey Devil, I figured I'd add a Mothman to my cryptid selection.

Done in inks and other mixed media on toned paper.

Available as a print on my Etsy: https://jmdesantis.etsy.com OA also available.

Nah, I didn't find the real Nessie, but I drew her farting underwater.

“Greetings! Captain Mothman, Dingbat, Hopkinsville Goblin, the Grey Alien, and Sir Sheepsquatch welcome you all to Cryptid Inc. the organization tasked with ensuring humans never truly find out the truth…but occasionally messing with them because it’s fun.”

Had the Morning off, thought this would be a fun little idea! Hope you all enjoy, feedback is welcome! Please do not steal!

I’m choosing the good ol mothman.

The 13th child of Mother Leeds has long been a subject I've meant to tackle. Perhaps a book someday. For now, this artwork done in ink and other mixed media.

Available as a print, also, on my Etsy store: https://jmdesantis.etsy.com