"It was tall. Way taller than a human, at least 7 feet. It was covered in dark, slick scales that shimmered faintly in the dim light. It moved like it was too comfortable in its own body."
I recently received the following account:
"Hi. I had an encounter in 2014 that I still can’t explain at ColossalCon in Sandusky, Ohio. I wasn’t drunk or anything. I haven’t drunk a drop of alcohol in my whole life. But what happened that night at ColossalCon? I’ve never been able to shake it.
It was my first year at the convention. It was late, probably around 2:30 AM. I was walking to my car to get some last-minute toiletries I’d forgotten to bring in the room earlier. I’m sure you’ve done the same.
The place was mostly dead at that hour. A few late-night stragglers here and there, but nothing unusual. The lights from the waterpark dimmed as I walked toward the parking lot, casting long shadows that felt a little off. Almost like the light wasn’t reaching certain spots of the path. But I shrugged it off. It was late, and my mind was tired.
I made my way to my car, parked further down by the treeline. It was the only space left. When I opened the car door, I was hit with that cool, still air. You know, the kind that always feels a little too quiet at night. I grabbed what I needed and was about to head back inside when I heard something.
At first, it was just a low rustling, like leaves or branches moving. I thought it was a raccoon or something, probably rummaging for food. But then, I heard it again. Closer. It wasn’t like an animal. It was too purposeful, the sound of something walking on two legs.
I froze.
From the corner of my eye, I saw movement in the woods. I didn’t think much of it at first because there were a lot of people cosplaying as creepy creatures during the convention. But then I saw it clearly.
Standing just outside the treeline was a figure.
It was tall. Way taller than a human, at least 7 feet. It was covered in dark, slick scales that shimmered faintly in the dim light. It moved like it was too comfortable in its own body. Its arms were long and thin, ending in claws that looked almost too sharp. The eyes? Damn, the eyes. They glowed red, like I was looking into two burning coals. And the smile it had? It wasn’t an “I’m cosplaying a monster” kind of smile. It was wide, too wide. Like, it wasn’t supposed to have a smile at all.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It looked right at me, through me. Like it knew everything I’d ever Googled. Then it hissed and opened its mouth just enough for this weird, clicking growl to come out, like a death rattle mixed with a modem booting up.
I couldn’t respond. I was too stunned. My brain couldn’t catch up to what was happening. And that’s when it got even worse. This thing didn’t just stay still. It started moving. Slowly, deliberately, like it was enjoying my discomfort.
But it wasn’t just moving, oh no, it was performing. And not in any way that made sense. Out of nowhere, this giant reptilian thing started doing an anime dance.
An anime dance.
You know, like the ones you’d see in those viral videos? Like that stupidly catchy “PPAP” dance or the “PonPonPon” moves. This thing, this creature, was doing one of those dances. Perfectly. It was mocking me, copying some viral choreography like it was the most natural thing in the world. It had no business knowing what anime dances were, much less doing them. Its movements were fluid, eerie, and inhuman, but it nailed every awkward little flourish, right down to the exaggerated hand gestures and the jarring bobbing motions.
I stood there, absolutely dumbfounded.
After it finished the dance, each move unnervingly perfect, exaggerated, and mocking, it struck a final pose. It held its fingers in a peace sign, one leg kicked up midair like an anime idol, and that awful grin never left its face.
My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do. My friend, yeah, I had someone with me that night, thank god, he was just as frozen as I was. He didn’t even speak for a few minutes. He just stood there, wide-eyed, looking between me and the thing.
Finally, he whispered, “We need to get the hell out of here.”
Then it spoke.
Not in any voice a human should have. A crackling voice that rattled in my spine.
And in that voice, it said in a mocking moe anime girl straight outta hell impression:
“Onii-chan… you forgot your toothbrush.”
My friend and I didn’t say a word; we just turned and ran, full sprint, and didn’t look back, our faces pale, our hearts thudding, our feet barely touching the pavement.
When we got back to the room, we locked the door, closed the curtains, and didn’t speak for an hour.
It wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t a prank.
Something else was out there that night.
We never spoke about it again to anyone. Who would believe us? We were just a couple of nerds at a convention. I didn’t want anyone to think I was crazy." Z
NOTE: That is, no doubt, one of the strangest reptilian encounter reports that I've ever read. What are your thoughts? Lon
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