A Mythical Creature

Dare to take a trip, to a a place where the unknown spooks you.

Have you ever encountered a such-like creature-being? The story begins here….

They say every myth is a truth that learned to hide.

The old town records mention a creature, not just random one though. Was it BIG? Was it small? It was seen only when the night was still enough to hear your own heartbeat. Thump; THUMP;. It was not beast nor man. Even though half its face mimicked ours and lips that could almost speak. It had a brow that could almost frown. The other half was nothing anyone could name. Skin too smooth, eye too wide, a gaze too knowing.

It did not walk fully into the world, but neither did it remain outside of it. Where was it from? Who could have birthed such a thing? A creature of the unknown. The people called it “Have Here, Have Never”. Something both present and absent, as if it existed only when you dared to look too long. Would you dare?

Travelers swore it whispered their forgotten memories. Widows heard the voices of husbands long buried. Children claimed it showed them glimpses of lives they had not yet lived. Something spooky. SOMETHING TO FEAR. Some swore the thing was not a creature at all, but the shape of possibility itself—the half you will never become, watching the half you already are.

No one ever saw it twice.

Just a face torn between worlds, yet STILL, and ALWAYS watching!Dare to take a trip, to a a place where the unknown spooks you.

Have you ever encountered a such-like creature-being? The story begins here….

They say every myth is a truth that learned to hide.

The old town records mention a creature, not just a random one though. Was it BIG? Was it small? It was seen only when the night was still enough to hear your own heartbeat. Thump; THUMP;. It was not beast nor man. Even though half its face mimicked ours and lips that could almost speak. It had a brow that could almost frown. The other half was nothing anyone could name. Skin too smooth, eye too wide, a gaze too knowing.

It did not walk fully into the world, but neither did it remain outside of it. Where was it from? Who could have birthed such a thing? A creature of the unknown. The people called it “Have Here, Have Never”. Something both present and absent, as if it existed only when you dared to look too long. Would you?

The villagers never agreed on what they saw, but they all agreed on one thing: the creature never fully belonged here.

Travelers swore it whispered their forgotten memories. Widows heard the voices of husbands long buried. Children claimed it showed them glimpses of lives they had not yet lived. Something spooky. SOMETHING TO FEAR. Some swore the thing was not a creature at all, but the shape of possibility itself—the half you will never become, watching the half you already are.

Others swore it was closer—peering through their windows at night, pressing its half-human face against the glass. The single enormous eye unblinking, the human half twitching with almost-smiles. Creepy enough to make you stay awake.

No one ever saw it twice.

Just a face torn between worlds, yet STILL, and ALWAYS watching!.