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  The

  Inhumanoids

  Real Encounters with Beings that can’t Exist!

  Barton M. Nunnelly

  For my wife, Latisha

  Triangulum Publishing.

  Copyright © 2017 - Barton M. Nunnelly

  Second edition 2017.

  First published 2011, written in 2009.

  ISBN: 978-1545451748

  ISBN 10: 1545451745

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Acknowledgements

  An undertaking such as this would not have been possible without the monumental efforts previously put forth by other Fortean authors and investigators from around the world. This book is built upon the shoulders of these human giants and I would like to personally thank them for their incomparable contributions to the field of Forteana and their inexhaustible efforts to collect and categorize all manner of unexplained phenomena from ghosts to goatmen, and all things in between.

  Linda Godfrey, Loren Coleman, Nick Redfern, John Keel, Thom Powell, Neil Arnold, Chad Arment, Jerome Clark, Brad Steiger, Ivan T. Sanderson, Stephen Wagner, Jenny Randles, Rosemary Ellen Guilley, Janet and Colin Bord, Peter Guttilla, Mary Green, Karl Shuker, Frank Edwards, Michael Paul Hensen, Billy Green, and the man who started it all; the late, great Charles Hoy Fort.

  Personal thanks go to Linda Godfrey, Ash Staunton, Nick Redfern, Terry Wilson, Frank Boyett, the Henderson County Public Library, Tony Gerrard; and the most tireless and dedicated UFO researcher I’ve ever known; Albert S. Rosales.

  All possible sources have been utilized in the production of this work, from printed material; books, magazines, newspapers and online submissions readily available for public consumption to the many hours of personal investigations and interviews that I’ve conducted with witnesses over the course of the last twenty-five years.

  Every incident cited herein has been presented, either to me or to some other writer/researcher, as a true event which actually happened to real inhumanoid witnesses.

  Also included are a few of my own personal encounters with unexplainable entities, the authenticity of which I can attest to without reservation. However, because the scope of this book is extremely broad, it is my intention here merely to report these encounters as I found them, or experienced them; not to verify, substantiate or “prove” anything concerning them. The readers must, ultimately, decide for themselves the value of the data being presented here. Everything is, after all, subjective. Everything, that is, except the truth. Every account must inevitably be either accepted or rejected according to one’s own disposition. And that’s as it should be. There are no real experts when it comes to the unknown; only experiencers and guessers.

  As I write these words the rain is pelting on the windows of my home in western Kentucky and the wind is howling through the trees and across the gently rolling pastures outside my door. A full moon looks down approvingly as the thunder booms and the lightning crashes. It’s a good night to speak of such things.

  So, curl up and join me by the light of a gently crackling fire. All is well. You’re safe and warm in the comfort of your home. And there’s nothing standing outside looking in at you from the darkened window. Or is there?

  Barton M. Nunnelly

  Introduction

  By Nick Redfern

  A few years ago, I was contacted by a man named Bart Nunnelly; a fellow-seeker of all-things monstrous and weird. We chatted, exchanged data, opinions, cases and thoughts on a wide-range of mysteries, kept in regular contact, and over time became good friends. And so, I was very pleased when Bart’s book, ‘Mysterious Kentucky,’ was published in 2007 and revealed a wealth of data on high-strangeness in his home-state.

  Now, Bart is back with a new title; ‘The Inhumanoids.’ Disappointed, you most assuredly will not be.

  Back when I was eleven or twelve, I used to heartily devour books by the likes of the sadly-departed John Keel and Gray Barker that were packed with tale-after-tale of dark, mysterious and ominous encounters with strange and alarming life-forms of unknown origin.

  Night after night as a young kid, I would curl up under my bed-covers, and immerse myself in the pages of ‘The Mothman Prophecies;’ ‘The Silver Bridge,’ ‘UFOs: Operation Trojan Horse;’ and countless other titles of a distinctly strange and unsettling nature. All the time, I would be wondering what unmentionable things might be lurking outside, in the darkened corners of my parents’ property.

  And, I’m very pleased to say, Bart’s book skillfully captures the heart and the essence of those classic titles, and takes me back to those years when monsters and mysterious beasts first entered my life. ‘The Inhumanoids’ also presents us with a fantastic look at the bizarre, quasi-human creatures that lurk among us.

  In the pages that follow, you will learn much about (amongst many other things!) lizard-men; gargoyles; centaurs; hairy man-beasts of a distinctly Bigfoot variety; mermen and mermaids; Spring-heeled Jack; phantom clowns; the Dracos; the Flatwoods Monster; the Men in Black; the Skeletoids; the Hopkinsville Goblins; blood-thirsty werewolves; flying humanoids; and much more indeed.

  If you want to learn about the absolute multiplicity of strange entities that are said to lurk, walk and fly among us, then Bart’s ‘The Inhumanoids’ is vital reading. Penned by a man with a fine, entertaining style of writing, and someone with intriguing and thought-provoking ideas concerning what may be at the heart of the many complex and puzzling encounters with such “manimals,” it is a title that I recommend to anyone and everyone fascinated by the monstrous, Fortean world in which we live.

  Nick Redfern is the author of many books, including ‘Men in Black;’ ‘There’s Something in the Woods,’ and ‘Contactees.’

  Foreword

  By Linda Godfrey

  They are the stuff of incoherent night terrors; the subjects of astounding tales whose tellers risk ridicule at their mere mention. When sighted and experienced, they are catalysts that crack personal belief systems wide open and change the shape of the known world forever.

  “They” go by many names in many cultures, but all have this in common; they do not fit in the known order of earthly biology. Barton Nunnelly has studied and witnessed anomalous creatures all his life, and has come up with an apt term for them; “inhumanoids.” The prefix “in” means “not” and the suffix “oid” means “like” or “resembling.” Therefore, an inhumanoid is not a human yet is somehow like or related to us. It seems paradoxical.

  That is why our skirmishes with these unexplainable beings cause such great shock. No matter how monstrous, peculiar or otherworldly these manifestations may appear, they always reflect some element of humanity; whether in their anatomical features, their behavior or just the way that stare back into our widened eyes. Our befuddled recognition of their sentience coupled with our observation that they are not truly human is what makes them even scarier. As a species, we are generally not comfortable in such uncharted territory.

  Nunnelly’s quest is to catalog and try to understand these weird beings of all kinds. His interest is very understandable to me since I’ve spent much of the past two decades collecting reports and writing mainly on one specific creature; canines that walk and run on their hind legs in the wild. What I have found most interesting in my own research is that wherever this upright canid is found, other odd or unknown beasts, phantoms or phenomena are also likely to be reported. Inhumanoids, it seems, run in mixed packs.

  Over the years, people have reported hundreds of encounters or sightings of the wolf-like creatures to me. But they have also told me about run-ins with short, green men, ghostly appar
itions, Bigfoot, man-sized winged things, giant white rabbits, pig men, sea and lake serpents, red-eyed hell hounds, pixies, and many other things found normally only in folklore, fairy tales or mythology. A few can be dismissed as cases of mistaken perception for one reason or another; light or weather conditions, a person’s emotional state, outright hoaxers, etc. But most witnesses I talk to are ordinary people from every walk of life and age group, usually with nothing to gain, who simply want to share their unexplainable experience with someone who won’t poke fun.

  Admittedly, these reports cannot be considered anything other than anecdotal. They are not “proof” in a scientific sense. But they are amazingly universal, and this book delivers a stunningly large dose of them. Nunnelly examines everything from the familiar; mer-people or Bigfoot; to very unfamiliar entities like the pug-nosed, fine-furred “grave robber” that bounds forty feet in one blurry hop in order to feast on recently buried cadavers. In total, he delivers a dizzying round-up that will leave most readers either fearing for the sanity of the human race or pondering just where this diverse para-zoo could possibly have originated.

  Nunnelly has his own answer for that question, and it offers little comfort to those distressed at the implications of these incidents. Whether readers agree with him or not, he presents a compelling case that may give the avid monster-hunter some pause. Going “where the wild things are” can involve scenarios Maurice Sendak never dreamed of. And Sendak has dreamed much.

  Most of this volume, however, is devoted to the lore of the inhumanoids themselves and provides a wide-ranging and detailed look at their appearance, behaviors, and perhaps even their motives. It seems to me that anything so common to the human experience is worth a close examination, at the very least. I have a feeling, however, that reading this book is the closest most people will ever want to get to them.

  If Nunnelly is right, the inhumanoids won’t like that one bit.

  -Linda S. Godfrey is author of ‘The Beast of Bray Road,’ ‘Hunting the American Werewolf,’ ‘Mythical Creatures,’ and other strange tomes.

  Prologue:

  A History of Inhumanoids

  “Man is made of mystery and exists for mysteries and visions.”

  -Arthur Machen, ‘The Great God Pan.’

  Mary stood by the sink washing dishes, hands working methodically at their chore, in the kitchen of a small country farmhouse. It was Saturday and she was twelve years old, dressed in simple garments and well-worn leather shoes. Her pigtails bounced as she dried and stacked the plates.

  She was alone. Mid-day was approaching and from the small window in front of her came the sounds of the peaceful day outside. The birds chirped. A gentle breeze stirred through the branches of the nearby forest, and the faint sounds of the rushing river. Peaceful sounds which belied her family’s troubled stay there. Her mother and older brother, Herman had gone into town for groceries while she’d elected to stay behind and finish her chores. Neither of them liked the idea, but she insisted that she would be alright. She was almost grown now.

  Suddenly the sounds outside ceased and a heavy silence fell. It only lasted a second before a mighty wind hit her in the face and blew the curtains and her pig-tails straight out. She gasped and turned away only to see that all the curtains in the house were blowing inward, even the ones in front of closed windows. The back door flew violently inward as well and slammed against the wall, and she plainly heard the front door do the same though she could not see it from where she stood.

  Her face was pale as the wind died down and she stood there for a second, staring at the doorway to the living room and hardly daring to breathe. Something was in there, she knew. In the living room. Something terrible; something horrible. She could feel it looking at her through the walls and the dawning of that awful realization filled her with such utter despair and dread the likes of which she could scarcely have imagined existing in her young life.

  She took a fearful step toward the doorway. She didn’t know why. She didn’t want to. She was scared. So scared. Her feet were moving of their own will and she couldn’t make them stop. Tears began to spill from her eyes and she clenched her fists as, after a seeming eternity, she stepped into the doorway. She screamed when it came into view. The monster in the living room. It was huge and covered with dark hair. So tall that it was bent over nearly double to avoid the room’s eight-foot ceiling. Its claws were like daggers.

  Mary screamed again when their eyes met. Through her tears, she could see that they glowed an evil red and that, with each deep, ragged breath, blue fire was coming from the monster’s nostrils and mouth. She fainted then, mercifully.

  Her mother and brother were mildly annoyed at first when they’d arrived home and found that every window and door on the house was locked up tight. Her annoyance quickly turned to anger and then to fear the harder she’d had Herman beat on the door with no answer. Just before panic set in she told her son to break the glass. Once the door was unlocked they rushed inside shouting “Mary! Mary!” At length, they found her hiding behind the couch suffering from shock and unable to speak. In the middle of the living room floor, impressed into the linoleum rug, was the imprint of a gigantic footprint twenty-four inches long. The next day the family abandoned the isolated farmhouse never to return.

  Who would you tell if you saw a bizarre, inexplicable, inhuman monster? Would you tell anyone? Would anyone believe you? The preceding narrative does not come from a modern horror novel or Hollywood movie script. It actually happened to a little girl in Spottsville, Kentucky in 1935, while living in the same house which my own family would move into forty years later.

  If you happen to be one of those people who steadfastly believe that unknown creatures such as Bigfoot couldn’t possibly exist in today’s modern society, then perhaps you should read no further. Sightings have been reported by sober, sincere, no-nonsense people throughout the world of creatures so utterly bizarre as to make the existence of an undiscovered hairy hominid seem commonplace; even trifling; creatures so unusual as to boggle the mind and rival even the most fearsome imaginings of our worst fevered nightmares.

  Charles Fort gave us his “procession of the damned;” a laundry list of anomalous occurrences that were purposely ignored, or ‘excluded,’ by academia. My list, and purpose here, is similar. I present what surely must be the bane of all archeologists, paleontologists, anthropologists, zoologists, evolutionists, parapsychologists and skeptical minds alike; The Inhumanoids!

  Inhumanoids are creatures, or entities, that have some type of human characteristic, but are not human at all. Even though they sometimes appear as ‘less than human,’ they are quite beyond the normal sense of the word and possess a troubling array of supernatural powers to prove the point. Some are true ‘bi-forms,’ curious anthropomorphic mixtures of human and animals, while others manifest themselves in guises that one might pass by on the street and never give a second glance.

  From the smallest fairy to the tallest giant, and every form in between, these inhumanoid beings, in all their myriad forms, have been with us since the beginnings of recorded history, and beyond. Every culture knows the inhumanoids quite well. Since the dawn of time man has encountered such creatures, which simply cannot be explained away using conventional zoological science. In fact, all that we ‘know’ of mainstream biology, zoology and anthropology scream in unison that creatures like ‘the Spottsville Monster’ cannot possibly exist at all. Period. Yet people see these beings, and a host of others of the same bizarre ilk, much more frequently than many would suspect. In researching this book I was struck by the sheer number of alleged inhumanoid encounters reported to have taken place. Thousands upon thousands. As a consequence of the sheer magnitude of such data, this work merely attempts to scratch the surface of that very old, long list.

  Skeptics are quick to dismiss such sightings as ‘hallucinations.’ This explanation only goes so far and doesn’t address the plethora of reported encounters involving multiple eyewitnesses. Not
to mention possible trace evidence which is sometimes left behind by the entities. “Misidentification of natural fauna,” skeptics will cry. A most humorous notion indeed in some cases. After all, one might imagine it to be a very hard feat to ever mistake a seven-foot-tall, half man, half goat with horns and glowing red eyes for much of anything else.

  “They are lying,” comes the final defense of the skeptic. But why would someone lie about something like this and open themselves up to ridicule and, more importantly, are they all lying? Thousands of witnesses from all walks of life and every station? The odds must be astronomical.

  From all across the world they come, these inexplicable inhumanoids. From every country and province, recognizing no boundaries, heeding no obstacles. Neither water nor mountains nor distance. They can, and do, present themselves anywhere and to anyone, appearing suddenly from out of nowhere to frightened onlookers before vanishing back into the ethereal netherworlds from which they originate, leaving behind only fear and confusion and many questions about our understanding of this great, mysterious planet we call home.

  There is no end to their descriptions; from diminutive hairy humanoids to sixteen-foot-tall werewolves; from four-legged, fiery-haired centaurs to bat-winged men with pointed ears and evil faces; from Skeletoids to Bigfoot, Leprechauns to Lizardmen; a monstrous menagerie of man-beasts to defy all description and beggar all belief! And only one thing seems certain; our world is playing host to things far stranger than anyone might easily imagine; just as it has done for thousands of years. And the encounters do not seem to be slowing down at all.