Paranorma:
Cryptids Unleashed
Chapter 1: Storm
It was a dark and stormy night.
The wind rattled the house’s windows.
Rain pelted against the roof, and thunder shook the attic.
Aunt Maery was making stew for dinner, while the radio screamed that there was a major hurricane coming. “There are never hurricanes in California!” I yelled over another thunderclap. “Well, there’s one now, John!” Maery snapped back.
There was a short rat-a-tat-tat on the door. I looked out of the peephole. Lightning flashed to illuminate a large, shaggy figure. I opened the door cautiously. “Hello, dere!” said the large figure. “What the devil are you doing here? Heck, I don’t think you’ll even fit in the door!” I said, as my wife let out a muffled scream from above as lightning flashed again. “I cam’ all duh way fro’ Scotland to tell ta NUMBER ONE alien/par’normal/cryptid investig’ter to tell ‘im tat tey caug’ a live Loch Ness Mons’er!” said the figure gruffly in a heavy Scottish accent. Maery screamed, for at the precise moment the stranger had started to talk, my teenage daughter had come down; she had just come into the kitchen. “Ash!” scolded Maery, “Don’t do that! I’m old and you’ll give me a heart attack!” “Sorry,” said Ash, “But I couldn’t help overhearing. Does this mean we’re going to Scotland? Again?” she said in her don’t-mess-with-me voice. “Y-y-y-es!” I stammered. I had always loved lake monsters, and even when I was finding out that ghosts and Jurassic Park and aliens were real, I still wanted to see Nessie or Ogopogo. “What—” I started, but Maery clamped her hand over my mouth; I was prone to saying bad words when I was excited. I mumbled something around her hand.
My wife, Ashley, came down. She looked at the large Scottish man, at Maery, at Ash, and at me. I explained hurriedly. She started muttering to herself, “But… Nessie captured? That means... what aquarium I wonder is keeping her. They must be crazy… keeping a plesiosaur. Nessie’s supposed to be ‘bout twenty feet. I wonder if she’s something other than a plesiosaur… maybe Zeuglodon.” “Well, c’mon!” said the man, holding out a ticket that read:
LAX to Scottish Airlines
LAX leaves for Scottish Airlines: 9:00 PM
LAX arrives at Scottish Airlines: 5:00 AM
Flight cost: $518.95
Below was a crude drawing of a bunny, looking something like this:
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“519 bucks? I’m not rich!” I said. “The goven’ment’ll take care o’ dat! How’d ya get to Oslane Swamp in Texas, den?” the man said.
“He walked,” hissed Ashley.
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