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The Subject of Cave Demons

Standing before a white board with a picture of a bat-like winged humanoid on it, Ken held a pointed and pointed at the picture.

"This was an exceeding, exceeding alarming creature. It was slaying a lot of the citizenry." He said. Ken then looked at the picture. "It was in 1820, predating Cameron, I mean, Sanderson's encounter with them in the Cameroon by one hundred and twelve years. Please, no Nickelodeon references." He took a breath before continuing. "This thing killed someone hundred and twenty-nine people before the Ninja eventually took care of it. Now, I must go into some detail on these things because yes, there is more than one of them as my mentioning of Cameroon in the Sanderson, I mean Sanderson in the Cameroon pretty much stated." Ken took another breath. "Alright so in Da Nang, Vietnam in 1969 my dad and two of his—"

"Wait a minute!" interrupted Debbie. Her interruption caused Ken's eyes to glaze over. "Your dad?"

"Yes, my dad. He was born in 1942 and during a period where he was living here in America, the Johnson administration forced any able bodied young man they could get their hands on into the army to ship them off to Vietnam. Lyndon is no relation to our Bash Johnson I'm sure… Nixon didn't even care, just kept any soul forced into that war to stay and die in Vietnam." Ken cleared his throat. "Uh, yes, well. Carrying on. "My dad and two of his buddies Al Pritchett and Steve D'Arcy, who were all US marines, claimed they were attacked by giant bat-like creatures. Winged humanoids, five feet tall, with eerie feminine features… I often wonder if they look like my mom. I asked my dad but as he told me he went blind in 1982." Ken once more cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry about that. Got a little bit sidetracked. The monsters repeated swooped down on them, terrorizing them for hours before vanishing into the night. Now, before continuing do any of you have any questions?" Debbie raised a hand. "Yes?"

"Is there a history of madness in your family?"

"Only on my mom's side and it has always been the women." Answered Ken. "Must have been what caused her to eat my sister." Grabbing a glass of water, Ken took a sip and swallowed. "Sorry about that. If I cause any nightmares from that revelation, send me the therapist bill. Now, carrying on… Ivan Sanderson encountered such creatures when in 1932 he was in the Cameroon. He described them as being and I quote 'black as coal with membranous wings and long sharp teeth.' The natives call them the Olitiau, Sanderson deemed them and again I quote 'the granddaddy of all bats.' Now, you must be thinking but Sanderson was in Cameroon and my dad was in Vietnam and that event in 1820 was here in America. That is impossible isn't it? Well, no! Hardly! Sightings of mysterious, human-sized bats have been reported all over the world. The fearsome creatures are often described as having black fur, matching Sanderson's description, and monkey-like faces… Feminine features and monkey-like faces, sounds horrible. The Brazilians call them 'Bat People', the Mayans worshipped Camazotz whom I believe to be the King Cave Demon, the Javanese rainforests echo with the cries of the Athol and in Vietnam where my dad and his friends met them they are called 'Night Flyers.'" Ken took a breath before continuing. He was starting to wish he had made a presentation instead of just running out of the house. "Now, throughout warfare's bloody history soldiers have reported strange encounters with unearthly winged creatures. Harpies are the—"

"Skip this bit, Ken." Interrupted Heidi. "We know what harpies are."

"Do you know what the Vibria is?" asked Ken. When nobody answered he continued. "The Vibria is a flying female dragon from Catalan legend in the middle ages. Sirens are—"

"We know what sirens are too!" exclaimed Debbie. "And we get your point, these things aren't that unknown to history!" It was at this point that her eyes lit up. "Do you think the one from 1820 could have been one of Camazotz brood come north?"

"Good an answer as any!" replied Ken.

"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Debbie. "In just what way are these things… Oh, right. Carry on with the look at vampires."