Okay. I am fascinated with Cryptids. I acknowledge both sides of every arguement. We are all allowed our own beliefs and if everyone took on that mantra, the world would change.
These three are beings I may or may not have had contact with. I was raised in Glasgow, KY. I livedin Louisville, KY and Bowling Green, KY. An hour from Nashville, TN.
We have our own share of cryptids. Most famous is probably the Pope Lick Monster. I have my own version of him too, he's not finished at this point.
Here we have Caterpillar Man.
He was born from a conversation I had with one of my closest pals, a beautiful soul. We decided there was a Caterpillar Man that haunted the Kentucky landscape form Bowling Green to Louisville. Maybe he haunts Elizabethtown, which is the midpoint between the two cities.
Okay, that one was just for fun...
The pigtailed little skeletal girl is based on my grandparents' old house. I grew up visiting my grandparents in a giant two story house with a full garage and pond and another house on the property and a barn. Years later after they had to move out and buy a small house, the story of hauntings came up. My family is extremely religious, so this wasn't anything we'd ever talked about. My mom got quiet, my two aunts started crying and my grandmother told me about a little girl that died, possibly in this house. The swing in the front yard swung on its own without ANY wind or earthquakes to influence it. I witnessed this myself. I had many uneasy experiences in this house, but never, ever chalked it up to ANYthing supernatural until my early twenties. Hearing your Christian conservative family discuss a supernatural event is quite jarring and almost enough to convince me.
Anyhow, she is based on the little ghost who might have lived there.
The third on the right is the cryptid based on the only ghost I've ever seen. I say this, fully recognizing the need for a grain of salt. I was asleep in 2001. Granted I drank a ton and partied frequently with my roomies during this period. But one single solitary night, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a short young child-like ghost dressed in clothing from older periods in our history. I covered my head and that's the last I remember. I convinced myself it was a dream, but just in case, I went ahead and added him to my own personal mythology.