The Northwest Knows
The Pacific Northwest is a breeding ground for fog, moss, and monsters. Some folks blame the rain. Others blame the dark. But if you spend enough nights near the treeline, you’ll start to hear them too — the echoes of something older than stories, watching from just beyond the branches.
This region is thick with cryptids: towering, winged, clawed, and cold-eyed. We don’t claim to understand them. We just shape what we’ve seen in wax, flame, and shadow.
Scroll if you dare. Some of these creatures don’t like being remembered.
Bigfoot
Five-toed. Towering. Always watching. Never alone.
Cadborosaurus
Serpentine. Cold. Glides beneath coastal graves.
Kushtaka
Otter-like, but don’t laugh. It remembers your voice.
Hidebehind
You’ll never see it. You’ll only hear the trees shift.
Shadhavar
Antlers that sing. Tones that steal your will.
Nightcrawler
No arms. Just legs. Just drifting. Just wrong.
Wendigo
Hollow bones and winter breath. Hungers in silence.
Storm Hag
Wrapped in wind. Teeth like driftwood. Eyes like the tide.
Batsquatch
Wingspan like a truck. Fur soaked in fog. Seen once, regretted.