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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Christmas is finally over and the New Year is here! Who is looking forward to 2022? I sure am! My voice is also back from the holidays. A good omen for sure! If you haven't been to the Spooky Boo's Scary Story Time YouTube channel check it out! I think you'll have some fun there as of late. On Saturday nights starting at 6:00 PM Pacific I livestream and chat with friends. www.youtube.com/spookybooscarystorytime is where you'll find me on YouTube and everywhere else.Today I have for you 3 creepy cryptid stories from the Creepypasta library. Sandcastle is full of these creatures and I really should start bringing you more of their stories. I will! In due time. For now, the internet is here to entertain you.First I'd like to thank my listeners and Patreon members including madjoe, PA NIghtmares, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to support the show, please consider becoming a Patreon member or you can also tell your friends on YouTube as sharing, liking, and commenting on the YouTube channel and the website is always very very helpful.Now let's begin...The Harpy CrowA Creepypasta by CyanWritesAll of us had just got off work from various jobs; call centers, restaurants, offices, one of us even worked for the RSPB, a nature conservation organization. We had all been friends since high school, and through these meetups, our bonds have stayed as strong as they were then.There was a nest of crow hatchlings up a tree near us, that would not stop screaming and screeching for their mommy. I turned the conversation to how annoying the little birds were being, and the conversation naturally progressed to how we all hated crows. Before long, some of us were throwing stones and twigs at the nest, me included, with the aim of knocking it down.The only one that wasn't joining in was Gary, who worked at the RSPB. Not only was he angry, but he was scared."Don't hit the nest!" he started, surveying the air anxiously. "The wrath and vengeance of a mother crow of that particular species is something incredible! Don't tell me you've never heard of the Harpy Crow!"There was a guy, who had a nest of Harpy Crows in his shed. Not knowing how wrathful these birds were, and thinking them pests, he put down poison mixed with birdseed. The crows ate the mix, and all but one of them died. The crow that survived took ill, and the man sought to finish it off with a golf club."It put up an awesome fight, and disarmed the man before scratching his face and upper body with its talons. The razor sharp claws cut through his skin like a hot knife through butter. The man looked up to see its face for the first time. It looked more human than crow, with pale, featherless skin, a heavy brow and a flat mouth, which it opened to reveal a set of gleaming, jagged teeth."The old man would have had his life taken away then and there if it weren't for a neighbor hearing the commotion, and coming to his aid. The neighbor managed to kill the crow before it focused its full attention on him. Both men had been very lucky, the first victim especially."The rest of us rolled our eyes. In high school, Gary was always telling ghost stories, and taking seriously many urban legends and conspiracy theories. None of us knew whether or not the Harpy Crow was a real species of bird, but we all knew the tone of voice Gary used when he was about to explain another silly story."Gary," I interjected before he could get another word out, "nobody cares."And to punctuate my sentence, I threw one more rock at the nest, and knocked it clean off the tree. It fell, screaming chicks and all, to the ground with a sickening crunch, though that wasn't the noise that made me queasy. When the crows got closer to the ground, obviously sensing death, their screams changed from