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The Devil You Know

 

It’s funny I never thought the boogeyman could have a boogeyman. Everyone is scared of something, but in this case I’d think it’s fair to say thateverything is scared of something. Creatures know when their extinction is on the horizon; they can smell it, and the acts that follow are often out of desperation. Theirs would have very little to do with us. It started with us, but what they feared most fell more into the category of genocide.

I’ve been a weird kid ever since I can remember. I was always into science and stuff; you might say I was a savant. It kind of makes sense that I would grow up to be a cryptozoologist. That is to also make the broad assumption that Cryptozoologists are grown-ups. I would also grow up to be geeky, scrawny, and slightly balding; did I mention I have allergies? Yeah, my physical disposition does little to inspire the respect of my peers either. I’ve been hitting the weights though and trying to bulk up, but my only result is the realization that most girl scouts can beat me up.

Some things never change.

Among scientists we are the odd ones; the outcasts. But even among my peers I was an outcast, because I hunted werewolves. I’ve taken a whole lot of shit over the years from my colleagues. I’m talking about people who chase Bigfoot and the Loch Ness monster. Even the alien hunters get their licks in. The ones who chase vampires and cult phenomenon are the closest colleagues I consider friends, or rather kindred spirits, and sometimes I get the feeling that they even look down on me. You think I’d