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    Cryptid Convention
    Cryptid Convention
    Cryptid Convention
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    Cryptid Convention

    By Brett Schmitt

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    In Altoona, Pennsylvania an annual convention brings the world's most beloved, feared and famous cryptids together. A murder rocks the world of such well-known creatures as Bigfoot, the Mothman and Nessie. Who is responsible for such a heinous crime? Our hero, the Mothman, is on the trail to find the responsible and he won't stop until justice i

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCoastieCoins
    Release dateJan 15, 2025
    ISBN9798348410476
    Cryptid Convention
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    Brett Schmitt

    A Coast Guard veteran, Brett Schmitt's interests expand from the realms of numismatics, cryptozoology, history, mysteries and conspiracies.

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      Cryptid Convention - Brett Schmitt

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons,

      living or dead events, or locales are entirely coincidental. And, yes, Bigfoot is real.

      Copyright © 2025 by Brett Schmitt

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of

      quotations in a book review.

      Book design by Brett Schmitt

      Cryptid Chapters

        1      I’m the Mothman

        2      The Trip C

        3      Crying Bigfoot

        4       Chup is Dead

        5      Convention Hall

        6      Another Lecture

        7      Giant Squid

        8      Knocked Out

        9       Mapinguari

      10       Mole in 218

      11       Fangs for the Memories

      12       Planning Time

      13       Scales of Injustice

      14       A Mothman to the Flame

      15       Big, Furry Betrayal

      16       The Banquet Begins

      17       Fire & Ice Performance

      18       Down to Business

      19       I Am So Sick of Getting Knocked Down

      20       The Unfortunate Discovery

      21       Imprisonment

      Epilogue

      Chapter 1

      I’m the Mothman

      Hi, I’m the Mothman. Yes, the most famous resident of West Virginia (take that Senator Robert Byrd!). I am here to give you a little insight into a world very few people know about: the life of cryptids. Why now? I hear you asking. Because our world has been upset by a tragedy. One of our own is dead. And the rest of us may be in danger. Cryptids? I hear you asking (man, your thoughts are loud!). Cryptids. Hidden creatures. The unknown species of legend, you know Sasquatch, the Loch Ness Monster, the Beast of Bodmin, the honest politician. We are they. We live on the fringes of society, rarely seen, hardly noticed and, despite the History Channel, almost never really photographed. But an occurrence may have shaken our world to its very core. Our friend, Chup, is dead.

      But first, a little about me (in case you don’t know). I’m from an area of West Virginia known as the TNT, a former military munitions factory important during World War II and Korea but, alas, forgotten by the time I made my splash on the front pages of the Point Pleasant Register. See, I had lots of people to hide from back in the height of wartime but when things settled down and my home became comfy and unbothered I got lax. Lovers were using my country routes for their rendezvous (rendeszvouses?) and I was slow to catch on. Some back road lotharios caught glances of me, trying to get my attention until one day I snapped. I chased a carload of smoochers away and became the stuff of Appalachian legend. I shouldn’t have done it but then I started getting accolades. A family of Bigfeet came and visited me from Kentucky and commended me on my success. Apparently, word had spread about how frightening I was (I’m not) and how my scary visage and glowing red eyes (they don’t) were all the rage.

      Now to the bridge and that ridiculous movie. No, I was not on top of the Silver Bridge when it collapsed. Why am I being blamed? That was clearly an owl in those photos, thank you very much. Second, that movie. Ugh. Richard Gere, seriously? Can we say washed up? I mean the melodrama was so heavy I’m surprised the celluloid didn’t crush under the weight of that leaden overacting. But if it adds to my mystique I guess I’ll take it. I mean, nobody’s making movies about Ogopogo! (At least not yet.)

      Oh, and one more thing. Being mistaken for a sandhill crane? Seriously? What an insult. Sandhill cranes are morons of the first order. They can’t even be reasoned with. They’re not seven feet tall, like me. How could yours truly be confused with such an asinine creature? And they eat snails. Yuck! I mean we both have a fondness for squirrels but have you ever tried talking to a sandhill crane? Idiots. Always jabbering on about the next field of corn to go munch. Not the sharpest bird bills in the bunch.

      But enough about me, let’s talk about why we’re here.

      Chapter 2

      The Trip C

      Now, on to the convention (that is in the title, after all). Every year the Confederation for Cryptid Concerns (CCC), or the Trip C, holds our annual Cryptid Convention at the Altoona Appalachian Inn & Spa in foresty, delightful Pennsylvania. Why Altoona? you insist on asking. The hotel there is surrounded by a heavy coverage of woods and, oh yeah, it’s owned by a family of Lizard People known as the Kennedys, so the cost is low. Yes, those Kennedys.

      The hotel has a large and high-ceilinged convention room for stalls selling the newest in needs for those trying to remain concealed. (I’m very tall and so are a lot of us.) The last few years invisibility cloaking technology has been all the rage though I’ve heard most, if not all, of the devices are scams dreamed up by the Mole People.

      Besides stall after stall of stuff no creature really needs are two conference rooms where lectures are held on the latest in human research (our version of cryptozoology is homophenomenozoology or known human animal studies). See, humans are an interesting

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