Do you ever wonder where the tall-tales of the wilderness come from? Werewolves, Witches, Jackalopes, Thunderbirds, The Jersey Devil? Were the hundreds of Bigfoot sightings just illusions of the mind, or is there truly something lurking, just beyond your line of sight… well, I hate to break it to you kid, but the things of your nightmares have never been confined to the mind. In fact, we’ve always been here.

My kind have always terrified. We were given many names, Monsters, Cryptids, creatures of the night, abominations. You assume we’re hunters, predators, lurking in the darkness, about to strike. And while some of us surely do that, I’m more of a library-dwelling guy myself. I was one of the most feared creatures in my time, I still am. But I never hurt anybody. I tried to help, actually- but most just ran away because I was strange to them. With humans trying to hunt us left and right, and all the critters, big and little, feeling like monsters- I said enough of this. And I turned this wood into a sacred, safe place for not only the cryptids, but for any creature who feels unseen, who feels isolated, alone. After all, when home cannot be found, don’t lose hope. For it can always be made.

And so they brought back the once presumed fearsome, Whirling Whimpus- in reality just a really, really sad boy. He’ll be right at home here. And they also proved themselves. Perhaps it’s time I give them a real challenge…