Corn Monster of Wynn, Michigan

Original post at "Weird Michigan."

In 2003 I was a Schwann guy in Wynn Michigan. The locals told me about a corn monster on West Coe road. They seemed concerned that I was there late at night. Sometimes at dark it seemed as if something reached out of the weeds towards my truck as I drove by. There was a spot where I would stop to take a break because in a 14 hour day there was certain spots you would count on if you had to take a lunch on the road. This spot was on West Coe Rd.it was a road no one traveled. about 2pm, I stopped my truck pulled it into the brush and ate my lunch. After lunch I stepped out of my truck and stretched. Out of the corn five feet in front of me something apeared.it looked unexplainable, dark dirty manlike I had been stopping here for 9 months. I yelled jumped in my truck, it just watched me drive past I was scared it jumped on my slow moving truck, this was broad daylight I can still picture it in my mind.



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Corn Demon

 

A sinewy man in his 60s - hale and browned from the sun and dusty from the road - walks alongside the edge of a fallow field. He carries a gas can - the old type, metal and dome-shaped, the kind with a thin rubber spout. There is a dry and chill breeze, and his coat is not enough for this time of year. A light dusting of snow is falling, and the sun is lowering. Dusk comes early in an Iowa February, and the tough old farmer wants to find help before dark.

He pauses to rest on the shoulder, hopeful that he will soon see the welcoming sign of headlights or run across a farmer patching fence line or inspecting his drainage system. He's left his truck just a few miles back so he knows if he can hitch a ride, he can still make it home before it gets too late.

He crouches down on his haunches and blows on his hands. The left one in particular is stone cold from being exposed to the wind. The right has fared better, since he can keep it stuffed in his pocket while the other hand carries the gas can. He decides to light a cigarette, but the breeze kills the lighter flame. He looks around, and notices that he can get out of the wind by climbing down the little embankment beside the field that leads up to the shoulder of the road.

His boots hit the powdery soil of the field and he idly examines the tillage as he manages to light his cigarette. Here and there, half-buried in the dirt are the tell tale signs: the dessicated husks and stubble of a cornfield. He turns back to the road, watching for any signs of passers by. He has just made the decision to climb back up into the wind so that he can be seen on the road. As he begins to climb, he does not hear the thing that comes out of the dirt at his back with lightning speed. He feels the impact and the piercing, and he opens his mouth to scream as a terrible disorienting wave hits his panicked brain. Then the earth closes over him with terrible finality...

http://iowacoldcases.org/cases-by-county/winneshiek-county/ 



When we began our investigation of the Corn Demon phenomenon we were understandably skeptical. The first time an article regarding this creature received mention at the Anomalist, the editor wisely noted the potential pop-cultural links to films like Tremors, whereas we had thought almost immediately of the sand worms of Dune, not least because it is the business of Athena's Men to bring about an actual Kwisatz Hadderach. But I digress...

Several months later, it appears that the Corn Demon is a genuine phenomenon from the standpoint of at least a few perspectives. First, I have personally heard tales related directly by migrant workers involving this creature. We have also collected tales from residents of various small towns throughout the area of Southern Illinois, southeast Missouri and also parts of Michigan, Wisconsin and Iowa. What is interesting about these stories is that they do not universally describe the creature we were first introduced to. Instead, a range of forms and likenesses have been conveyed, leading me to conclude that what we have is myth-making in action. Like most myths, there is likely to be a solid core of truth in this. Much like the Chupacabra of Puerto Rican origin, the Corn Demon is thought by some to be natural, others to be the result of U.S. Military genetic manipulation and still others believe it is a paranormal entity with shape-shifting qualities and an ecology that causes it to feed not on flesh, but rather on souls.

The latter view is somewhat related to the widespread practice of Santeria amongst Central and South American migrants. Most of the workers in the Midwest are coming from Mexico and Guatemala, but one occasionally runs across people with South American roots. The general rule regarding these kinds of belief systems is that the more remote the origin, the more unique and jarringly different from civilized norms the rituals and dogma become. Thus, it is not at all impossible that the notion of the Corn Demon is more spiritual in form than it is physical.

The best exposition for this is the mere fact that categorizing these articles represents a challenge. Are we seeking a cryptid? An alien entity? A military experiment gone awry or - worse yet - unleashed on the populace for testing? Or is this being a parapsychological or paranormal phenomenon? As each piece is written and goes for publication and distribution, the relevant category issue raises it's head. We at the Lamp end up having to make a call based upon what the most recent information reveals. But the most recent information doesn't always make sense in the context of what has gone before.

The first time we had a report of El Diablo del Maiz, we were apparently dealing with a cryptozoological phenomenon, a burrowing creature with reptilian and perhaps even ornithological features. What seemed to be described was an ambush predator, and there are anecdotes from migrants to support the idea that men and women and even - horrifyingly enough - children have been snatched and dragged below ground in broad daylight in the midst of fields. Most attacks are placed at night, however. This sounded to us like total nonsense, largely because if such a phenomenon were occurring even semi-regularly, it would raise awareness quickly. Even if the victims are mostly migrant workers, their disappearances would still make an impact on the communities they work in. There would at least be significant upset in the camps. Migrants often know one another, even if they are an invisible part of the Midwestern workforce and temporary population from the standpoint of the citizenry. What we first thought we had encountered was a metaphor for INS, reflective of the U.S. government's mixed attitude toward these labor sources and the power of immigration officials to rapidly remove any migrant who runs afoul of the law.

This kind of surrealist, metaphysical outlook, particularly applied to political issues, is a bit of a fixture in Latin literature. La Mandragora is a fine example of the same; a political group characterized by literary and artist members whose primary focus was surrealist. We thought initially that we had stumbled onto a political front emerging amongst migrants, but for the very obvious fact that labor populations tend not to be characterized by high levels of education and subtle means of pursuing desired outcomes like freedom, equality and justice. It was through contact with social workers that we had become aware of the phenomenon in the first place.

What now seems clear is that a number of factors make the Corn Demon a much creepier prospect than ever before. This entity is said by some to be a spirit that haunts the corn fields of middle America, sometimes associated with early sacrifice rituals practiced by indigenous peoples. Literally, native American nations at some point in the distant past killed young people of their own culture groups in the expectation that the land could be persuaded to provide bounty. When the region became conquered by the Europeans, the spirits "seeded" into the earth rose up in retribution. As it turns out, reports of mysterious activities in the corn, including haunting, spirit & paranormal manifestations, monster sightings and a general sense of dread strong enough to give rise to certain Halloween practices and the iconic Children of the Corn have long been part of American lore.

To determine if such a thing can even exist is hard enough; to figure out what it is and how it behaves is another crusade entirely. The first step was to figure out if people were really talking about this. And they are. The second step was to follow up on a report and do an on-site assessment. And we did. The third step has been to delve much more deeply into folklore and the varied reports that are inevitably and constantly generated by the fringes of humanity and the edges of sanity.

The first account presented at the top of this posting is of course fictionalized and - frankly - sensationalized for effect. It constitutes a fair hook for the rest of this article and we really couldn't resist. But the facts from which it is drawn are very real. Following the link provides the curious reader with two mysterious cases - one a death from unknown causes and the other a total disappearance. While there is not enough to go on to conclude that a malevolent force associated with corn and corn fields is to blame, it does serve the purpose of introducing this very idea: To the ancients, sacrifice was essential to making the crops grow. Are we still locked into this mode of thought on a Jungian, unconscious level? A great many bodies are deposited in cornfields, as a brief review of literature relating to missing persons and unidentified remains can attest. The corn makes a convenient temporary hiding place, but... Is an ancient unconscious motivator causing some murderers to deposit their kills on what would have been sacred ground? Or did we long ago sacrifice to a thing beyond our true understanding in order to hold down casualties amongst the farm hands? Is there something other in our fields, even as the Fae are still walking in our forests and meadows?
 

Are These Additional Victims? 

http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=3765472&page=1#.UEUsRCKQnCo

http://www.isp.state.il.us/crime/missingdetails.cfm?ID=79

People disappear all the time; here at the Lamp we often offer other explanations for the mysteries that surround these events. In the two cases identified above, the missing persons were last traced to locations in direct proximity to cornfields and appear to have vanished without a trace.

And Are These Sightings? 

http://paranormal.about.com/od/othercreatures/a/tales_09_03_08t.htm

This particular piece is an excellent example of the mythological, metaphysical otherness of an encounter with something in a cornfield. Note how the author is struck by the sheer weirdness of what he is seeing. This is precisely the same kind of experiential detail Jacques Vallee discusses in Passport to Magonia and elsewhere.

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=1118

I was loathe to include Bigfoot-style sightings in our review, but Sam insisted that the fact is we haven't got the slightest notion what a Bigfoot is any more than we know what the elusive Corn Demon is. No less, we have always to deal with the fact that frightened people in a hurry are not necessarily very good observers. Besides, does Bigfoot eat corn? And if so, would a Corn Demon eat Bigfoot?

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/thing-in-the-cornfield/

Far and away the creepiest thing we've found that relates to the research to date. The sighting and experience described here suggests something very different from anything we'd heard of before, except for the fact that it is somewhat similar to the first possible sighting posted above. If true, this is an account that relates something other is in the corn.

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Author Tim Cook unearths soldiers’ spine-tingling ghost stories from First World War

By Randy Boswell, Postmedia News

Two Canadian soldiers from the First World War examine a skull.

Photograph by: Handout/George Metcalf Archival Collection, © Canadian War Museum, Postmedia News

 

One of Canada’s top military historians has published the first serious study of the First World War’s eeriest phenomena: frontline soldiers’ accounts of ghosts and other “supernatural experiences” amid the bloody battles of Europe almost a century ago.
Award-winning author Tim Cook, the Canadian War Museum’s leading expert on the 1914-18 conflict, has unearthed a host of poignant and spine-tingling stories involving bizarre apparitions, life-saving premonitions and other unexplained happenings that — beyond the mysteries that linger — shed fresh light on “the unending mental and physical strain of fighting on the edge of No Man’s Land.”
Writing in the Journal of Military History, the field’s most prestigious scholarly publication, Cook describes how the knife-edge existence of Canada’s troops in battles such as Passchendaele and Vimy Ridge — perhaps fuelled by widespread interest in the occult and spiritualism in the early 20th century — led some men to believe they’d seen dead comrades resurrected and wandering the scarred landscapes of the Western Front.
In other cases, soldiers claimed to have seen angels hovering over battlefields or felt an “otherworldly” presence that somehow silenced enemy guns to allow escapes from vulnerable positions.
“As a threshold borderland, the Western Front was a place for such spectral thinking and haunting, where the strange was made ordinary, where the safe was infused with danger, where death was natural and life fleeting,” writes Cook, author of an acclaimed, two-volume history of the First World War. “The unnatural, supernatural, uncanny and ghostly offered succour to some soldiers, who embraced these ‘grave beliefs’ to make sense of their war experience.”
Cook vividly describes how the living and the dead were gruesomely mingled in the muddy trenches of wartime France and Belgium, where fighting men “became martyred corpses in the blink of an eye” and the unrelenting carnage encouraged a heightened awareness of the thin line between life and afterlife — or, at times, a perceptual blurring of the line.
“Grimy, exhausted soldiers, covered in mud, asleep on a fire step or in a funk hole could easily be mistaken for the dead,” Cook observes. “It was not lost on the soldiers that they seemed to be digging extended graves — the trenches — to protect themselves from death-dealing artillery shells. And, in sick irony, the artillery bombardments often buried the living and disgorged the dead.”
One well-known story from the war is highlighted in Cook’s study: Cpl. Will Bird’s moving description of the night his brother’s “ghost” saved him from certain death. Bird, who had a postwar career as a Nova Scotia journalist and published his war memoirs under the title Ghosts Have Warm Hands, had written about a night after the 1917 Battle of Vimy Ridge when he was suddenly stirred from deep slumber under a tarp he’d been sharing with two fellow soldiers near the front line.
“Before dawn, warm hands shook him,” Cook recounts. “Wiping away sleep, he looked with amazement at his brother Steve,” who had been reported missing in action in 1915. “Steve led him through some ruins, when he suddenly rounded a corner and disappeared.”
Cpl. Bird, settled for sleep in the new location, dismissed his brother’s ghostly appearance as a “hallucination.” But in the morning, he was stunned to learn that the two other soldiers under the tarp had suffered a “direct hit from a high explosive shell” and were “dismembered beyond all recognition.”
Another Canadian soldier wrote to his mother that, “One night while carrying bombs, I had occasion to take cover when about twenty yards off I saw you looking towards me as plain as life.” Dumbstruck, he “crawled nearly to the place where your vision appeared” as a German shell slammed into the place he had just left behind.
“Had it not been for you, I certainly would have been reported ‘missing,’” the soldier wrote. “You’ll turn up again, won’t you, mother, next time a shell is coming?”
Cook, who also teaches history at Carleton University, said his research has always focused on “how these young men coped and endured at the front.”
Embracing magical or mystical explanations for what happened during the war, he told Postmedia News, “was a common response for some soldiers who lived in a space of destruction and death. As I read the memoirs, letters, and diaries of soldiers I kept encountering the uncanny, the supernatural, and even the spectral.”
He added that while Bird’s account of being delivered from harm by his lost brother is a staple of Canadian war narratives, other such “crisis apparitions” had not been well documented and “no historian really has attempted to understand what that central story meant to Bird.”
While researching the subject, Cook said, he encountered those kinds of stories “over and over again. I kept coming back to the ways that soldiers dealt with death — by being callous towards it, or embracing it, or finding ways to live with it.”

The 22 rules of storytelling, according to Pixar

 

On Twitter, Pixar storyboard artist Emma Coats has compiled nuggets of narrative wisdom she's received working for the animation studio over the years. It's some sage stuff, although there's nothing here about defending yourself from your childhood toys when they inevitably come to life with murder in their hearts. A truly glaring omission.

#1: You admire a character for trying more than for their successes.

#2: You gotta keep in mind what's interesting to you as an audience, not what's fun to do as a writer. They can be v. different.

#3: Trying for theme is important, but you won't see what the story is actually about til you're at the end of it. Now rewrite.

#4: Once upon a time there was ___. Every day, ___. One day ___. Because of that, ___. Because of that, ___. Until finally ___.

#5: Simplify. Focus. Combine characters. Hop over detours. You'll feel like you're losing valuable stuff but it sets you free.

#6: What is your character good at, comfortable with? Throw the polar opposite at them. Challenge them. How do they deal?

#7: Come up with your ending before you figure out your middle. Seriously. Endings are hard, get yours working up front.

#8: Finish your story, let go even if it's not perfect. In an ideal world you have both, but move on. Do better next time.

#9: When you're stuck, make a list of what WOULDN'T happen next. Lots of times the material to get you unstuck will show up.

#10: Pull apart the stories you like. What you like in them is a part of you; you've got to recognize it before you can use it.

#11: Putting it on paper lets you start fixing it. If it stays in your head, a perfect idea, you'll never share it with anyone.

#12: Discount the 1st thing that comes to mind. And the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th – get the obvious out of the way. Surprise yourself.

#13: Give your characters opinions. Passive/malleable might seem likable to you as you write, but it's poison to the audience.

#14: Why must you tell THIS story? What's the belief burning within you that your story feeds off of? That's the heart of it.

#15: If you were your character, in this situation, how would you feel? Honesty lends credibility to unbelievable situations.

#16: What are the stakes? Give us reason to root for the character. What happens if they don't succeed? Stack the odds against.

#17: No work is ever wasted. If it's not working, let go and move on - it'll come back around to be useful later.

#18: You have to know yourself: the difference between doing your best & fussing. Story is testing, not refining.

#19: Coincidences to get characters into trouble are great; coincidences to get them out of it are cheating.

#20: Exercise: take the building blocks of a movie you dislike. How d'you rearrange them into what you DO like?

#21: You gotta identify with your situation/characters, can't just write ‘cool'. What would make YOU act that way?

#22: What's the essence of your story? Most economical telling of it? If you know that, you can build out from there.

Dallas Werewolf Encounter!

Originally posted here: http://naturalplane.blogspot.com/2013/05/witness-dallas-werewolf.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PhantomsAndMonstersAPersonalJourney+%28Phantoms+and+Monsters%29

Dallas Werewolf

The following unedited narrative was posted at Reddit:

This is something that happened to my husband and I a good 9 years ago. We had gone to watch a friend's band play and were headed home from downtown Dallas (I don't live in the metroplex any longer, so not personal info). It was around 1am but we still had "plans" before I was expected home (still dating at the time), so we headed to his apartment in one of the south Dallas suburbs. This is a pretty well populated suburb but by the time we got close to his apartment the roads were pretty much empty.

We exited the highway and turned onto the street that led to his apartment. But as soon as we passed the traffic light under the highway, we both saw it, plain as day. Stone sober and wide awake, we both saw a mother effing werewolf type creature exit a neighborhood street, and calmly run (in about 4 steps) across a 4 lane road. It was about 75 yards in front of us. But it wasn't exactly the way I'd imagine a werewolf. It was completely canine... no human features at all except for the fact that it was on 2 legs. The legs were massive and the thing was about 7 feet tall but the arms reminded me of t-rex arms. They were small and still hung like dog legs. They seemed very useless if the thing were trying to attack something. The head was also odd. Besides being a typical dog color (greyish black) the eyes were bright glowing yellow... even when there weren't headlights shining directly in them. It didn't look like the glow an animal gets from lights in their eyes anyway. But the thing that stood out to me the most was that the eyes were biocular, like a fish. I saw the eyes clearly even though he was completely profile to us. Here is a pic I drew. I couldn't quite get it right, it was a little more menacing in the head and face than I could convey. But I couldn't figure out how to draw it without making it look over the top and cartoonish.

I'll never forget how fast this thing was either. Here is a diagram of what happened.

The road we were driving on had heavy trees to the right hand side of us. When it came out, it was running but crossed this road in just a few steps. It was big enough and effortlessly fast enough to know that a human couldn't have dressed up and done this. There was an open field that he ran into. When my husband and I got to where the trees broke, we both turned our heads to look but it was loooong gone by then (about 4 seconds). I think the only thing that was said was a quiet "What the fk" by me.

More about what this thing looked like: It was more menacing than my photo, but to be honest, much less scary than what I would imagine a werewolf to be. When it was running across the road, I didn't get the sense that it cared that we saw it or that it was even trying that hard to cross before we got closer. I didn't feel fear as if we were threatened, only a disbelief really. And again, it's not like we were in a rural area by any stretch of the imagination.

When we passed the tree line, his apartment complex was literally another 150 yards or so up the road. We hurried in and didn't exactly get to our "plans." We basically just sat there in silence trying to rationalize I guess. Still to this day I often think to myself, "I mean really, did this really happen?!" but as soon as I close my eyes and think about it, those bright yellow eyes are still there.

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Kindertrauma rules!

Hi,

I recently sent in one of my own "Kindertraumas" (a traumatic event from my childhood) to http://www.kindertrauma.com/ and mentioned Disney's Chilling Thrilling Sounds of the Haunted House LP. Here's the "disclaimer" from the back of the album cover (click on the pic to enlarge):

Check out my post here:

http://www.kindertrauma.com/?p=33480

A fantastic website! I follow it daily!

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LIFE'S A BITCH. A WEREBITCH.

 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BFCMNMU

 

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Haunted Port Charlotte, Florida - Restlawn Cemetery

A friend at work told me about this Port Charlotte legend. He claims to have visited the cemetery after dark and experienced hearing strange sounds. Now that I've lived in Charlotte County for over three years, I've become more and more intrigued by the local mythology.

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The first house ever built in Port Charlotte is located adjacent to the cemetery. The house is said to have been owned by a farmer who murdered his wife. After the structure fell into a state of disrepair the county decided to condemn the old shack. Since that time many have reported hearing eerie noises coming from the area that the house is located in. Also a ghostly figure has been spotted roaming around the cemetery late at night. Also the sound of swarms of bees has plagued neighbors around the area for years.

Anonymous Report:

"Scary Stuff happening out there. We went out there last winter and heard screams coming from the far side of the cemetery. We then saw a figure looking at us from behind a tree."   

According to Haunted Florida:

     Usually, a cemetery haunting deals with the cemetery itself. In this case, it deals with a specific location on the outskirts of the cemetery. There was an old shack located at the edge of the cemetery and is the oldest house in Port Charlotte. The initial occupants were a farmer and his wife, whom he later murdered. Since then, the shack has deteriorated and the county has officially condemned it. It is said, that near that section of the cemetery, you can experience cold spots, putrid smells, unexplained sounds and even see the apparition of a woman. Neighbors have been bothered by a now local phenomenon known as the "Killer Bee Phenomenon". The entire area is plagued by the sounds of swarms of bees, even though there are no swarms of bees found anywhere.



 
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