I'm not sure if cryptids exist or not. I believe it's possible, but I'm not for sure either way.
In my old house there were things that seemed ghostly, like loud, threatening pounding, random objects shaking, but no one actually died. It was worst from 12-1, and 3-4, at night obviously. Happened every day, and the severity of the stuff seemed to be connected to the number of people in the house, and the amount of noise we were making.
It was worst when there were few people making a lot of noise. Thankfully this thing, if it existed, wasn't as vicious as the Poltergeist from my Superiornatural chapter. No one got injured or killed, objects didn't move much, and no one saw it. Well, except my niece. She cried and pointed at the window, but she couldn't talk very much due to a vocabulary of about 30 words. At one point she seemed to be saying it was standing right behind me.
[color=#006400;]Geez, that's a way to stay at your old house! Good thing you never told a TV ghost hunter guy, or he'll kick you outta your house![/color]
I remember that there was a large black cat believed to be a panther in my town a while back. We seem to get a lot of them. It could be something more, though.
[color=#006400;]That could be the Appalachian Black Panther, seen in West Virginia, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, New York, Alabama, and West Virginia. Live in any of those states?[/color]
[color=#006400;]I also have a minor story. When I was 12 or 13 (back when I took SybreNetX seriously), my family was renting a house from a vacationing family. It was an old house, and I swore I was being haunted whenever I was home alone. The worst of it was disembodied noises like faucets, but that wasn't the cherry on top. One time, I was doing schoolwork at the dinner table (I began being privately home-schooled when moving into the house), and I was scared outta my life. Basically, if you walk through the front door and look to the left, you'll see the dining room. The right side of my head was facing the living room and entrance. So, I was working, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a grey, womanly figure walking toward the door. I swung my head in that direction, but saw nothing. I never saw it again, but I disliked staying home alone ever since. To this day, I still refer to the grey woman as "She". I currently await our next encounter. Then again, I recently discovered my body was slowly trying to kill me through a series of events, so that may be the case.[/color]
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