10 STRANGEST Missouri CRYPTIDS with Steve Stockton

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Now, they call it the Showme State. A place defined by its rolling hills,

ancient limestone bluffs, and a people who demand hard evidence.

But Missouri holds secrets that even the most skeptical I can't explain.

Deep within the tangled brush of the Ozarks and the lightless tunnels beneath the cities,

things are moving. From the putrid, hair-raising legend of M-O-O to the impossible-winged figures

of Joplin, we're stepping off the map and into the shadows.

Missourians say, show me, but after tonight, you might wish they hadn't.

Welcome to the ten strangest cryptid encounters in the history of Missouri.

I'm Steve Stockton. Let's take a walk and see.

First up, we have M-O-O, the Missouri monster. In the sweltering July of 1972,

the town of Louisiana, Missouri, was gripped by terror when the Harrison family reported to

a hulking six-foot tall beast standing in their backyard. Covered in thick, matted hair that

obscured its face, the creature was said to also possess a massive pumpkin-shaped head,

and emitted a stench so foul it was compared to rotting flesh.

Now, unlike the more elusive Sasquatch settings in the Pacific Northwest,

M-O-O was brazen, reportedly carrying a deceased dog and staring down witnesses with glowing

orange eyes. Then suing M-O-O craze drew hundreds of monster hunters to Pike County,

submitting the stinking Harry Humanoid as Missouri's premiere urban legend.

Next, the Ozark Haller. People then the rugged mist- shrouded hollows of the Ozark Mountains,

lurks a predator known more for its sound than a silhouette. The Ozark Haller is described as a

thick-bodied black-ferred beast, resembling a cross between a bear and a giant cat,

sporting a pair of prominent curved ram horns on top.

Now, while sightings of its glowing red eyes are chilling, it's the creature's localizations

that truly honk the local lore. This cry is said to be a terrifying non-terrestrial

cacophony that sounds like a wolf's howl mixed with a rhythmic guttural hyena laugh. Imagine

hearing that in the dark. To hear the howl of the howler in the dead of night is considered by many

of the old-timers to be a grim omen of impending misfortune.

Then, there's the Beeman Monster. Stimming from a bizarre legend in Pettis County,

the Beeman Monster is said to be a massive 12-foot tall entity that haunts the forest near

Sedalia. Local folklore traces the creature's origins back to a 1904 train wreck from which

a circus gorilla escaped, and allegedly interbred with local wildlife, resulting in a uniquely

aggressive and towering hybrid. Witnesses describe it as a bipedal juggernaut that lacks the shy

nature of typical Bigfoot reports, often characterized by its willingness to charge at vehicles

or scream at those who trespass into the Beeman Woods. Its sheer scale and the circus-escape backstory

make it one of the most colorful and intimidating figures in the state's cryptid catalog.

Next up, the Mini Washi-2. The Missouri River, often called the Big Muddy, hides a prehistoric secret

known to the Sioux and early settlers as the Mini Washi-2. The aquatic nightmarons described

as having a body covered in red hair, a singular eye in the center of its forehead,

and a jagged bony ridge that protrudes from its spine, like a saw blade.

Now legends claim the creature travels upstream in the spring,

breaking through the ice with its formidable back. To see the Mini Washi-2 in the light of day,

was once whispered to be a death sentence, with the mere side of the beast causing the witness

to lose their mind, or perhaps succumb to a sudden mysterious illness.

And now, how about the Ozark Blue Man? Standing nearly nine feet tall and appearing with a

striking unnatural serulean complexion, the Ozark Blue Man is one of Missouri's most

eerie humanoid enigmas. First reported in the mid-1800s, this towering figure is often seen

wandering the limestone bluffs and deep timber of Boone County.

While some theorize the entity is a spirit or a remnant of an ancient race of giants,

others point to the historical blue people of Kentucky as possible by logical explanation.

Regardless of its origin, the Blue Man, Israeli reported as hostile, instead acting as a silent

watchful sentinel that vanishes into the brush the moment is spotted by a human.

And then, have you heard of the rat man of Kansas City?

Beneath the bustling streets of Kansas City, Missouri lies a labyrinth of storm grains and limestone

tunnels where urban explorers have reported encounters with the grotesque rat man.

Now, this cryptid is described as a hunched, scaly humanoid, within wiry limbs,

and a face only a mother could love. It's mutated into a sharp,

rodent-like snout, complete with long, yellowed incisors.

Sightings often involve the creatures occurring through the shadows just outside the reach of

a flashlight's beam accompanied by the sound of frantic scratching against concrete.

It serves as a modern cautionary tale of the strange things that might involve

in the lightless forgotten corners of our urban infrastructure.

And how about Missouri's giant spiders? It gives me chills just thinking about it.

But in the rural outskirts of Sedalia and across the central plains of the state,

a persistent and deeply unsettling legend persists. Spiders, the size of large dogs, can you imagine?

These giant spiders are frequently reported by nighttime drivers who claim to see massive,

eight-legged silhouettes scuttling across moonlit backroads, or perhaps lurking in the tall grass

of the ditches. While skeptics point to misidentified deer or even large clumps of tumbleweed,

the witnesses describe a distinctly arachnid gate and multiple sets of eyes reflecting their

headlights. The thought of a dog-sized predator with venomous potential hiding in Missouri's cornfields

remains, at least for me, one of the state's most skin-crawling mysteries.

And what about the Joplin butterfly people?

Now, during the catastrophic EF-5 tornado that leveled much of Joplin, sadly, in 2011,

a beautiful and miraculous legend emerged from the wreckage, the butterfly people.

Numerous survivors, particularly children, reported seeing shimmering winged figures,

hovering immense in debris and swirling winds. These entities were described as human-like,

but possessing radiant, multi-colored wings that they used to shield people from things like

flying glass and falling timber. Whether viewed as guardian angels, that gets my vote,

interdimensional visitors, or a collective psychological response to trauma, the butterfly people

have become a symbol of hope and divine protection in the face of Missouri's most deadly natural

disaster. Next, the Goliwampus. Now, the Goliwampus is a legendary amphibious predator,

said to haunt the banks of the White River, striking fear into the hearts of local fishermen for

generations. This described as a hulking muscular beast with a scaly armoured scan of a prehistoric

lizard, but the head and predatory instincts of a massive wildcat. Now, according to Ozark

folklore, the Goliwampus is a masterful ambusher, hiding in the murky shadows or thick riverbank

reeds before leaping out to overturn small boats or snatch livestock. Its name has become synonymous

with the fearsome critters of the woods, creatures and cryptids that are half animal, half nightmare,

and 100% dangerous. And let's not forget the Gymplicute. The Gymplicute is a phantom-like creature

of the Ozark Highlands that thrives in the psychological space between reality and shadow.

Often described as a ghost lizard, it's a nocturnal hunter that possesses the ability to camouflage

itself perfectly against the dark woods, appearing only as a shifting translucent silhouette

with pale, glowing eyes. Now, unlike the aggressive beam in monster, the Gymplicute is a stalker

that's said to follow travelers through the forest for miles, staying just out of sight

by projecting a heavy, suffocating sense of dread. It serves as a reminder that in the deep Missouri

woods, the things you can't see are often the most terrifying.

Well, friends, there you have it. The sun is set over the Missouri timber, but the eyes and the

brush don't blink. As we leave the trails of the Ozark Highlands in the shifting silhouette of

the Gymplicute behind, one question remains, what else is lurking in the big muddy?

The woods are deep, the rivers are dark, and the truth is often stranger to the stories we tell.

If you've had an encounter in the Missouri wilderness that you can't explain,

or if you know a legend we missed, tell us your story in the comments. Don't forget to subscribe

to join our search for the unknown, and whatever you do, keep your eyes on the trailide,

and we'll see you in the shadows. I'm Steve Stockton. Thanks for listening. I'll see you a

little further on down the trail. Tell your animals, I said hi.

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