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Monster Hunting: I is for Indrid Cold

When a friend asks for help.


September 1st, 2019

Ghosts are a dime a dozen. Almost every place is haunted whether or not the new occupants know it. Well, anywhere with history is haunted. New constructions, like genuinely new, are typically exempt from my statement. Some hunters take solace knowing that there’s an afterlife.

I know I’ve made peace with death (and a dead switch call to some very reputable friends to track me down and make sure I don’t become a ghost), but it still freaks me out. I mean, sure, when someone dies with something left to do or some tether to this world, they stick around.

But after that? Who knows. I mean, sure demons are real and that begs the thought that the other side must exist too. But, what if that’s not the case? What if ghosts are the result of people’s essence scrabbling to keep a hold on this plane instead of dropping to another?

Enough existential dread and on to what started this entry: Dino tossed me a case. Traveling poltergeist it would seem. Ghosts, poltergeists included, have something holding them to this world. Most often that tether is the corporeal remains left behind.

When a ghost travels, it’s because its tether is traveling. Sometimes the tether is an object, see my prior entry about the Impala, sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes someone is carrying a bit of the person with them and didn’t even realize it.


But as with all cases, this one starts with research. Got to look into the local history and rule out coincidental hauntings that makes it look like something’s traveling.


September 3rd, 2019

Not convinced this is actually a haunting. Sure, there’s reports of weird stuff happening in the area, but when I check out the spots that have reported activity, I get nothing. Ghosts leave behind some trace, even if they’re not active when someone’s around. It’s why an EMF reader is an invaluable tool in any hunter’s arsenal.

I’m not ruling out a ghost, but this might be a bust. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve chased a goose in a wild round about.


September 4th, 2019

From Banshees to Poltergeists, plenty of ghosts scream

Huh. Seems I’ve been targeted. Still not sure what’s going on. I couldn’t find any unexplained deaths recently or historically. But that would tie into the traveling side of the ‘ghost.’ That being said, my hotel room’s mighty chilly but my EMF meter’s dead silent.


Have a sense of dread creeping up on me too. I’d call it my hunter sense but it’s really more just knowing that the hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up means something’s actually afoot. Most folk ignore it and it can get them in trouble.

I’ll check back in after I figure this out.


September 5th, 2019

Sure. September is cool some places, but usually that’s barred from indoors. Seems a chill has been following me since whatever’s haunting this place picked me to trail.

Did some more research and there’s been little report beyond chills and some moving objects. Sure, that can spook some people, but not everyone. Feels like this is straying more into the realm of something that feeds on strong emotion or fear outright rather than a ghost.

Going to take a long drive and warm up with the heater.


September 5th, 2019 part 2.

Decided to drive with purpose rather than aimlessly and canvas the town. I figured I might as well get better acquainted with the streets if I’m going to be here for any length of time. While I was out on one of the winding roads out in the sticks, I was stopped by a tall man in a dark trench coat. He wore a black hat and the clothes seemed to be baggy on his thin frame when he stepped out in front of my headlights.

I stopped my car with plenty of space between me and him. He had a pallid complexion and a wide, almost menacing, grin plastered across his face. It was almost too wide for his narrow features.

He walked up to my front bumper and told me he meant me no harm and just wanted to speak. He did this all without moving his face.

I’m sure it was something about the exaggerated features or the unmoving face that sent chills down my spine. I took him up on the offer though and asked him about the strange occurrences in the town and region.

He was evasive about the subject, preferring to direct the conversation to his home, a place of unimaginable peace and beauty.

When he invited me to see his vessel of travel, I quickly turned him down. I learned my lesson with a god in Enfield and it’s not one I’m eager to repeat. If this is a god, I certainly am not interested in dealing with it any further without a greater knowledge of it.

When you have a hunch

Ask an expert.

 September 6th, 2019

Okay. So this thing is likely a faery of some sort. That means cold iron tools will be my bread and butter. Been working on some homemade iron bullets even. The heat from the gunpowder might negate their careful cold hammering though, but really only one way to find out. Plan is to head back out to the back streets and see if this guy will reveal himself again. Gonna go locked, stocked, and ready to rock.


September 7th, 2019

Lesson learned. Indrid Cold, the grinning man who approached my car, wasn’t hostile. I confronted him just the same as I intended to and after a brief scuffle, he surrendered. He admitted to being a member of the Fae race, a Changeling. He said he never meant anyone harm, but he feeds off of the disquiet of mortals.

Apparently, he’s at the bottom rung of the hierarchy and was human at one point. That time was a long time past. After agreeing to lay off the creeping tactics he’s been employing for a decade, he shared that there’s a weak point in the Hedge that could use my attention way more than him. He cautioned that the pixies there weren’t anything to bat an eye at.

I let him go, but warned that other hunters might not be so generous and that he should keep his ‘creeping’ to a minimum.

When you need help, ask for it.

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