Monster Hunting: F is for Faery
February 12th, 2018
Brr is it cold. Just how many things can drag the cold around with them? Sure, it’s winter, but in this region, this cold is abnormal. Mix in a few disappearances and you’ve got a cocktail that’ll grab my interest.
Rolled into town bundled up tighter than a tamale. The clerk at the front desk gave me a weird look that I’d arrived in the midst of the worst blizzard in a decade, or more. I gave some BS answer about being a meteorology student and that the abnormal weather was potentially a once in a lifetime opportunity I couldn’t pass up.
Not sure how much I’ll be able to give that excuse and have it hold up. Certainly won’t get me into the sensitive areas I need to get into, that’s for sure.
February 13th, 2018
Okay. This cold has officially outworn its welcome. Car wouldn’t start at first this morning.
Alright: new information. Visited the Sherriff’s office and flashed my FBI badge at the clerk. It got me into their file room and a peek at the abandoned vehicle reports. Not a lot there, but I’ve got locations to investigate. Given the weather, the two cars and one truck have been left where they were and flagged. I’ll go out to visit them tomorrow. Too cold to venture that way overnight.
Nothing on the owners. Assuming the cars weren’t stolen (no BOLOs or anything listed in the files), there doesn’t seem to be any direct link between the victims. I’ll visit the families of the two who were local tomorrow as well. Don’t like putting things off, but it’s too cold out to really do much after the sun sets. I’d expect this sort of weather up in like Northern Montana or deep in the mountains, but in the middle of Indiana? Not so much.
So: things it might be? I mean, I’ve never heard of a ghost causing a town-sized cold spot, but it might not be out of the realm of plausibility.
Helluva ghost if it is though. I’ll be digging through some forums for other ideas.
February 14th, 2018
Valentine’s Day. No EMF on either of the cars. One had evidence of a struggle: the driver’s window was smashed in with glass and snow and ice all over the interior. That wasn’t in the report and definitely warrants another visit to the sheriff. Couldn’t find any other evidence, but this is leaning me away from ghost. Not that I was seriously considering it to begin with.
One family, the Dartins, were too distraught to be of much help. I think I might’ve just rubbed salt in the wound. Definitely not what I’d intended and means I need to brush up on my people skills.
The other wasn’t home. I couldn’t find any police reports, so I’m assuming they either weren’t home when the disappearance happened or skipped town shortly after. Either way, a dead end for now.
Couldn’t find the third car, unfortunately. Either it was stolen or I’m looking in the wrong place. I’m not going to pretend to be able to meander the back roads well enough to competently find the vehicle.
Forums haven’t been much help either. Some folk said that the cold could just be a freak snap and a result of climate change.
It might, but I think there’s still plenty to dig into. I just need some other evidence to start piecing things together.
February 15th, 2018
It’s not uncommon to run into other hunters while out on the job. After all, we tend to follow the same patterns, but the pair I came across today definitely take the cake for weird. Kelsie’s a hot redhead with her head on straight, but her partner seems like a bit of a hothead. Not sure I’d want to trust my back to the guy.
Second red flag though: first question to me when I met them, by chance, in the diner, “where are we” and followed by “when are we?”
Sure, somethings can cause a loss of time, but usually other bits keep things straight.
Anyways, they said they’d been tracking a faery. I almost laughed at them, but they went on to say that it wasn’t like the cutesy tufts of light with gossamer wings. Described their quarry as a tough-as-nails biker who was actually a harbinger of something called the wyld hunt.
Not sure I really buy any of that, but it warrants some more research.
February 16th, 2018
Huh. Some other folk back up what Kelsie and Colby were saying and to get the hell out of town if a wyld hunt is coming.
I still have a job to do here, so I’m not running. And the temperature’s coming back up, so maybe that particular danger has passed?
February 17th, 2018
Okay. Lunch was weird. Colby and Kelsie are fresh out of a realm called ‘Arcadia’ which is some faery world adjacent to ours. Entered over in Nebraska and came out here. They also swiped the missing car, but it doesn’t have the gear they usually like to carry, so we’re relying on my stuff. Also sounds like I’ll be making a trip out to Nebraska after this is done.
Now for the good news: the pair severed whatever was holding the portal to Arcadia open, hence why it’s getting warmer, but we still need to track down the errant faery who came through ahead of them.
According to the pair, the disappearances and the unreasonable cold are the doing of some greater faery who can’t cross to earth, but can project her icy presence.
I mentioned in my research that one of the local families was absent from their home, so that’s our next destination. Colby has insisted we go in armed to the teeth.
Nothing quite like being over-prepared so I’m down with it.
My trusty pistol
My iron knife
My silver knife
A couple of different holy symbols
They’ve got my shotgun with iron filings and the stuff they came out of Arcadia with. I know I wouldn’t want to be cut by Colby’s “Bowie Knife.”
February 19th, 2018
On the road again. Glad I had Colby and Kelsie with me. The biker was hunkered down in the house and put up a fight and that was before I stuck him with my knife and he shed the illusion cloaking his true nature.
I can say, without any reservations, that I’ve now fought a real life troll.
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