Category Archives: Cryptoids

Information and folklore on cryptoids and other crazy creatures in the American Desert.

Oh Please. Don’t Make Me Call the Flying Monkeys …

Dear Reader,

The good news is that Madam X has stopped short her Himalayan vacation, come out of retirement, and is back in the Heart of the Mojave to help unravel a cryptid mystery that has entangled us so far this spring.

 

Please DO NOT MAKE ME CALL THE FLYING MONKEYS …

Don’t Make Me Call the Flying Monkeys

Yes, dear reader, that is an exact quote from Madam X when we finally reached her via satellite phone in Tibet.

Did we say CRYPTID?

 

Yes, CRYPTID.

There have been a recent absolute spate of crazy eye witness reports, even a corner out of the eye witness report, and two terribly loud and audible sound reports of Bigfoot in Arizona.

Here at Desert X Files, we do not get much call for the Bigfoot sightings.

Yes, yes, of course there is the Yucca Man thing over there in Joshua Tree National Park and that vicinity. Is that even real, Madam X muses, having spent considerable time as a youth in the area and NEVER ONCE spotted anything even remotely resembling a man with shaggy fur/plant hair.

Then there is CEMENT MAN over in the Anza Borrego region.  We have never met EVEN ONE PERSON who claims to have seen Cement Man.  If he exists – and in Madam X’s opinion that is a big  fat IF – then he is probably not a Bigfoot but another type of humanoid cryptid. Maybe something related to GOATMAN of La Paz Valley.

BUT WE DIGRESS …

Reports of hairy upright creatures started coming in during January of 2018. We were swamped and unable to get to all the emails and phone calls.

Below are the most credible reports. And by credible we mean that the witnesses do not have a police record, have no history of drinking and drugs, not given to conspiracy theories, and seem relatively stable.

Sorry, but its US, the staff. We can only report on the most believable of these sightings after all. Names below are all changed to protect the witnesses.

*SIGH*

 

CASE #1: FLAGSTAFF ARIZONA – March 2018

Mr. Ronaldo Weebs of Phoenix was staying in a hotel in Flagstaff with his wife, drinking coffee at dawn, as is his usual routine. Mrs. Weebs was getting ready in the bathroom to go to breakfast in the lobby and then to a meeting in the hotel at 9:00 am. Mr. Weebs is retired and in no hurry for anything, just sitting enjoying his coffee.

He heard a noise outside and looked around to the side  and caught sight of something BIG, BROWN, AND HAIRY.  Incredibly enough, he recognized it as a Bigfoot, just like in cartoons and movies.

Prior to this moment, Mr. Weebs had not thought about Bigfoot one way or the other. He gave it no thought whether it was true or false, hoaxed or unhoaxed.

Flabbergasted, he yelled for Mrs. Weebs who ran out from the bathroom to see what was the matter. Unfortunately, this spooked the Bigfoot and he hastily beat a retreat around the side of the hotel into the wooded area beyond the hotel.

Mr. Weebs did go out later to look for hair caught on branches or other signs of BF. Scat perhaps? But found nothing and there was no snow on the ground at that time which might reveal footprints.

Mr. Weebs insists to this day that he saw a large Bigfoot behind the hotel in Flagstaff Arizona.

Who are we to call LIAR LIAR.

 

CASE 32: COTTONWOOD ARIZONA – March 2018

Mrs. Valerie Pinecroft lives with her husband, Egar, and dog, Snips, in a very nice home in a residential subdivision just outside of Cottonwood, Arizona. The area backs up to federal land, a desert oasis which then backs up to mountains. They and their neighbors experience all types of wildlife in their yard – bobcats, javalina, coyotes, skunks. It is a beautiful rural area.

Mrs. Pinecroft was taking Snips outside for an evening “call to nature.” It was 3:00 am and the motion sensor light immediately blasted on, flooding the entire back yard and part of the neighbor’s yard with light.

A deep, horrific howl immediately emanated from the neighbor’s side yard, the site of a large decorative fountain that bobcats and javalinas drink from.

PAY ATTENTION warns Madam X. The area had been dry and the fountain is a known area for having an animal presence at night.

Surely YOU SAY, this was an ELK?

Mrs. Pinecroft heard an elk perhaps. They make a large noise when rutting.

OF COURSE, OF COURSE, we did ask Mrs. Pinecroft about whether this could possibly be an elk. She flatly denied that it was an elk. It turns out Mrs. Pinecroft is a student of nature and often studies animals in the wild from a distance. She claims that she has heard elk bugling on numerous occasion and that they are never this low pitched.

OKAY …

We asked the usual suspects.

Bear?

Coyote?

Dog?

Deer?

Nope nope nope nope.

We might discount Mrs. Pinecroft as a hysterical female, given to fanciful imaginations – IF THIS WERE THE YEAR 1895 – which it is not. Nor is Mrs. Pinecroft a drinker, heavily medicated, or even a purveyor of medical marijuana.

Mrs. Pinecroft, for all purposes, is very stable, and logical, an administrator in a local and very large nonprofit agency. Mrs. Pinecroft has never believed in UFOs, conspiracy theories, or even Bigfoot. But yet she says now that BIGFOOT is all it could be.

We would probably leave it there if only Egar had not heard and experienced the exact, same thing, and now we have …

 

CASE #3 COTTONWOOD ARIZONA – March 2018

After receiving the report of Case #2, we were digesting all of this, when we get a call one week later from Egar Pinecroft, Mrs. Pinecroft’s husband.

Same story.

Taking Snips  the dog for the nightly 3:00 am doggie doo, the motion sensor light flips on, and WOOO WOOOO HOOOWLLLLL goes out reverberating throughout the neighborhood.

Mr. Pinecroft described it “as the most God AWFUL noise I have ever heard.”

He, too, said it was no bear or deer or mountain lion, and certainly not an elk. Nothing to compare it to, he claims. Horrific howling as though it is is pain or horrified itself.

Mr. Pinecroft’s only explanation: Yavapai Bigfoot.

BUT NOW THINGS GET REALLY WEIRD …

 

CASE #4 COLORADO RIVER Late March 2018

Mrs. Nelda Nobley, age 70, is walking her dog at dawn in an area along the Colorado River called the Parker Strip.  Mrs. Nobley is a winter visitor and stays in an RV park in this area every winter with her husband,  Alton.  They go back to Oregon the first of April. This is the last weekend in March and she is trying to enjoy one last glimpse of water fowl along the Colorado.

She told us excitedly that she had seen swans the the month before!

Mrs. Nobley carries binoculars with her wherever she goes.

ANYWAY …

She spots what appears to be a rather hairy, tan-colored Yeti or Bigfoot. Mrs. Nobley said it was not dark brown, like you see in the drawings of Bigfoot but a lighter tan color.

Yucca Man? Madam X somehow doubts it.

The creature appeared on the opposite shore, California, and casually walked (on two legs) to the shoreline between mobile homes and palm trees, got down on all fours, and drank like a dog out of the Colorado River.  Mrs. Nobley specifically pointed out that he did not cup his hands to drink like a human would, but drank like an animal. Yet walked upright, almost like a human.

The creature then got back up and walked back as casually as he had come.

Mrs. Nobley said that the ape-man was not as tall as  Bigfoot is portrayed as. This creature was certainly under 6 feet height.  Also his head was not oval like you see with Bigfoot but rounder. This Desert Yeti (as we have christened him) was stockier and shorter than one thinks of Bigfood, according to Mrs. Nobley.

 

Area similar to the area where the Desert Yeti was seen

THE DESERT YETI

What is it? Who can say. Part Yucca Man, part Goatman. We certainly DO NOT KNOW.

It was actually, the appearance of the Desert Yeti that brought Madam X back to these hallowed shores.

As we said, she was trekking in the Himalayans doing her own Yeti research. This was all totally unknown to us as we thought she was simply retired enjoying her twilight years by eating ghee in a yurt somewhere.

By the time we were able to get in touch with Ms. X, Case #4 had occurred.  Madam X perked up at the thought of the Desert Yeti.

 

WHY CHANGE THE NAMES OF THE WITNESSES?

Why indeed? Why don’t the witnesses shout what they saw from the tree tops?

You know why, gentle reader, if you have ever seen an anomaly of any type.

Madam X herself has suffered the humiliation of revealing her strange sightings to family and friends only to be ridiculed by those she loves best.

 

WE DO NOT RIDICULE. SHARE YOUR STORY WITH US.

You may not understand what you saw or be able to process what you saw. We may not either. Maybe not even (gasp) Madam X!

We can not promise you closure. Or anything really …

Except that we will believe and we will try to share your story as space permits.

 

If you have seen a Desert Yeti, Bigfoot, or any type of cryptid recently, think about sharing with us at this email address:

 

madamxfiles AT gmail DOT com

All information remains confidential. If we use your story, your name will never be released. We will change all identifying characteristics.  We will NEVER give out your address as some more unscrupulous investigators have.

 

THANK YOU to all our many readers who have an interest in the bizarre and unusual.

 

YOURS IN SEMI- SCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION,

 

Madam X

and her faithful assistant, Usuri Moray

 

Chupacabra Hunter Chronicles, Excerpt: Harquehala Mountains, 1996

We have an excerpt from our favorite Chupacabra Hunter.

 

 

EXCERPT: HARQUEHALA MOUNTAINS, 1996

Artist rendering of a Chupacabra
Artist rendering of a Chupacabra

The truck smelled chronically of gasoline fumes and you had to reconcile yourself to the uncomfortable fact that the gas tank was positioned vertically directly behind your car seat. But since it had no air-conditioning, the choice of whether or not to enjoy AC and be asphyxiated, or be sweating hot and be able to breath, was already made for you. Beyond these otherwise incidental shortcomings, the truck proved invaluable to our gold prospecting ventures. The absence of the weight of the truck bed, combined with it’s 460 V-8 engine, soon gave the copper-hued Dodge it’s nickname of the ‘Frog Hopper’. Now, this may sound somewhat insulting, but you have to understand that this was intended as a compliment, as this truck could literally hop over significant boulders and the other rough terrains that only the most dedicated desert travelers ever experience. There was many a time the Frog Hopper jumped us out of a treacherous wash, a thick sand pit, or over generally unidentifiable gravel laden dirt paths best described as a mountain goat trail. Looking back now, we probably had no business being that far into the remote Arizona desert as many times as we went, with or without the trusty pickup truck. (To be continued.)

I Saw Mothman

I saw Mothman.
I saw Mothman

The Thanksgiving that I saw Mothman

There are two Mothman anniversaries this year. The fifty year anniversary of the arrival of Mothman in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, and the five year anniversary of the time I saw Mothman TWICE on the same Thanksgiving day in Phoenix, Arizona back in 2011.

The Point Pleasant Mothman

Point Pleasant, West Virginia forever changed 50 years ago with the arrival of the infamous Mothman, that half moth, half man cryptoid creature of book and movie fame.

On November 12, 1966, grave diggers in Clendenin, West Virginia were shocked to see a winged man-like creature suddenly appear and rise out  of a nearby thicket of trees and fly away.

Three days later, two couples cruising around tow and the surrounding area noticed two red lights out by the old TNT factory. They were shocked to realize that the two lights were not that of a vehicle of some sort but that of a large animal or creature.  The two couples all described it as having wings folded against its back and six or seven feet tall. Speeding off, the winged creature followed their car until they got back into town. The four went to the sheriff’s office and told their incredible story. Well known to the sheriff as responsible adults, he realized how scared they were and considered it a credible story.

After that, there were several sightings over a period of a year, culminating in the collapse of the Silver Bridge in Point Pleasant in December 1967 and the deaths of many people on the bridge at that time.

Interestingly enough, this is one of the earliest reports of the Men in Black (MIB). MIB began appearing in the town and questioning the people who saw the Mothman during 1966-1967.

After the bridge collapsed, Mothman was no longer reported as being seen. Many believe that Mothman was trying to warn townspeople of the disaster. Others think Mothman caused the disaster.

Whatever you think happened, Point Pleasant has made lemonade out of a lemon. This is the 15th year for the annual Mothman Festival, which has grown in size every year. This year’s attendance was expected to reach 9,000 people. If you go next year, just be aware that .fFinding parking is always a problem as is finding a hotel room so book early.

The town has added attractions to their lineup every year. In addition, people in cosplay are welcomed with open arms with people coming as MIB, Ghostbusters, Bigfoot, and supernatural superheroes including Captain America.

There are speakers on a variety of topics, Mothman hayrides, TNT bus tours, merchandise, street vendors, great food, musical bands, tours, and carriage rides.

Other attractions of note are the Mothman statue, the World’s Only Mothman Museum, the river museum, the U.S. Navy Poster Museum in the area.

My Phoenix Mothman

My interest in Mothman started, well, it always started way back when honestly – long before I ever really and truly saw Mothman. My parents lived in West Virginia in the 1980s and I often went to visit and was struck by the legend of Mothman. So creepy! So bizarre! Of course, I had to read the book.

Who knows what people really saw? I felt like it was a coincidence about the bridge collapse but the Men in Black coming into town was really quite strange in my opinion.

Fast forward to 2011, five years ago and forty years later. It was Thanksgiving day. My husband was driving from Scottsdale, Arizona over to west Phoenix on the 202, passing Papago Park out by the zoo. Papago Park has these small pinnacles, mountains, rock outcrops, whatever you want to call them. People often rappel and climb on them. I looked over and saw this – what appeared to be anyway – a winged creature climbing up the mountain. There appeared to be no ropes. My first thought was that it was a soldier from the nearby Army Reserve Center who was wearing an oversized backpack but the person appeared to have no ropes and was making remarkable time. I then realized it was huge, much larger than a man, at least seven feet tall or more.

Remember, it was dusk, not quite dark. I blinked and we continued down the highway.

I saw in utter silence, not believing what I had seen. In fact, I did not believe it and did not say anything to my husband. I just said to myself that my eyes were playing tricks on me.

As we got into Phoenix, there was a overpass over the highway – one of those caged in things on the side. It may have even just been a sideway and not a street. But at the entry to the caged area, was a large, tall bird-like – stork-like- man creature with his “wings” folded against his back, just standing there looking out. I have attempted to describe what I saw with a drawing.

He was tall, very tall. At least a good seven feet tall if not a great deal more.

At this point, I did mention it to my husband who assumed I was just seeing things as it was even darker by this point, but not night yet. I explained about the creature crawling up the pinnacle at Papago Park. He listened politely, but what can you say to someone claiming to see such a thing?

That was the last time I saw Mothman. And no calamity or disaster befell me but I love the story of Mothman and hope to be able to get to the festival one of these years.

Share Your Story

If you have a Mothman story, please share in the comments section. We would love to hear from you!

 

Giants in Arizona?

By Athanasius Kircher - Mundus subterraneus, Public Domain, https://commons.wikime
By Athanasius Kircher – Mundus subterraneus, Public Domain, https://commons.wikime

This story is from the book Mysterious Archaeological Sites (available on Amazon.com) by George Mitrovic and takes place in Santa Cruz County, Arizona in 1891:

Workers were excavating a basement for a commercial building and surprisingly, enough dug up a clay coffin. In it were the remains of a nine foot tall human with six toes on each foot.

The coffin was clay and buried eight feet deep. There was a granite case inside of the coffin with carvings depicting a man with six toes, and wearing a bird shaped head gear.

Giants in California

This story is from the book Mysterious Archaeological Sites (available on Amazon.com) by George Mitrovic and takes place in Inyo County, California:

Near Death Valley: The Cowden Brothers in 1898 discovered the skeletal remains of a giant female (7.5 feet tall) at least 100,000 years old. Remains of camels and elephant-like creatures were also found.

In 1931 mummies were discovered by Dr. F. Bruce Russell. The men were eight to nine feet tall. These mummies were found in caverns. Hieroglyphics were found carved onto polished granite in another cavern which appeared to be some sort of ceremony room. This was in an area of Death Valley.

Local Indians believe that the area around and within Death Valley should be avoided at all costs and it is a place of the ghosts of the dead.

There are dozens if not hundred of stories about subterranean caverns which go for miles under Death Valley. There are legends of rooms filled with gold and treasure within the rooms of these caverns.

California Giants with Too Many Teeth eat Pygmy Mammoths

This story is from the book Mysterious Archaeological Sites (available on Amazon.com) by George Mitrovic and takes place on Santa Catalina Island in Los Angeles County, California:

It appears that humans of gargantuan size with double rows of teeth ate dwarf mammoths on Santa Catalina Island in Los Angeles County. The dwarf mammoth has been extinct since at least 9000 BC.