It's Tuesday, There's No Monster Under Your Bed

Erik fact: I've been a bit obsessed with monsters and ghosts and things that go bump in the night since I was in Pre-K. Some of the earliest chapter books I remember reading were the works of John Bellairs. Family lore has it that one my uncles - a man who at the time probably shouldn't have been trusted with the short-term (even several hours worth) care of me and my two older brothers (who undoubtedly played some role in this event) took us to see Poltergeist on its opening weekend. At that point in my life I was barely beyond potty training and was being taken to see what was and still is a pretty darn spooky horror flick.

Needless to say, it would have been best for all involved if I'd still been in diapers.

Somehow I emerged undeterred and kept on reading and watching things that in hindsight were grossly age inappropriate - Stephen King, Friday the 13th, Dean Koontz, Nightmare on Elm Street and on and on. Would it have been to much effort to pick a kid up a copy of Goosebumps? But I digress.

To this day, I drag my wife to "haunted" tourist traps whenever we go on vacation, I have a deep-rooted soft spot for zombies, and Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday (you have no idea how much I was rooting for our daughter to be born just a few day early to coincide with the date). So when I stumbled across American Monsters some years back it soon became one of my favorite internet distractions. The site catalogs, investigates and profiles cryptids - think Bigfoot, Chupacabra, Nessie, and the like. It's equal parts mesmerizing, fodder for research (i.e. I'm not wandering the internet aimlessly, no, really), and "are you freaking kidding me?"

Needless to say, it's all sorts of awesome and a great way to kill a few minutes when you should really be doing something else (generally, writing in my case).

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