Not Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining

There’s been no news of Moulder, Az. anywhere on the web. Sparkman has staked out a lookout point in the hills near town. He’s sent out several pictures and a short video clip. Unfortunately, the quality is too poor to be of use, due to distance and the lack of a zoom lens. I admit I had written his reporting off as a hoax until I received an e-mail from a believer who encouraged me to find Moulder on Google Earth. The image posted here is what you’ll find if you check it out like I did. If you don’t find this odd, I dare you to find another town concealed by clouds on GE. I dare say the little town of Moulder is in for some stormy weather, and I don’t mean rain.

I‘ll not be quick to doubt Sparkman again.

Now that we have that out of the way, here’s a summary of Sparkman’s report: Except for several black SUVs, there’s been no traffic in or out of town since this morning. Reports of sporadic gunfire have issued from town over the course of the day. No less than three helicopters have been in the skies directly over town since dawn. End of report.

The question remains. Does this have anything to do with from Marsha Wibble’s little nibble?

I need sleep. Until who knows when…


Closed For Remodeling?

I just received a text from Sparkman and I’m passing this on to you in the hope someone will provide me with some more information.

State police have set up roadblocks and effectively quarantined the town of Moulder, Az. Police are detouring traffic to the interstate eighteen miles west of the town. When questioned about the reason, the police are vague and become agitated when pressed. Against my advice, Sparkman has vowed to find a way into town before morning.

So far, Sparkman is my only source for this story. Although he’s sent me some fruitful information over the last few months, I admit I’m beginning to wonder if he could be perpetrating a hoax with this. To tell you the truth, I almost hope this is a hoax. I fear no good will come of quarantining an American town.

If you know anything about what’s going on, please contact me.

I’ll post again as soon as I learn something new.


Bombs Away!

A quick update on the Dos Palos story. A dead sheep was found four miles from its owner’s property. One witness described the carcass looking as though it had fallen from a great height.

Question: What can fly and is large enough to pick up a full grown sheep? A black helicopter? Certainly. But why rustle a sheep just to toss it out the window without surgically mutilating it first? That’s just not the typical modus operandi of these people, if you ask me.

On the other hand, it’s not so difficult to imagine a terrified, struggling sheep breaking free from the talons of one of the flying demons reported in the Dos Palos skies and falling to its death. But, of course, this is mere speculation.

A flying demon or Thunderbird, for you who are new here, is what we in the business refer to as a pterodactyl or, in some cases, the spawn of Satan.


As an aside, our friend, “Sparkman,” is presently en route to Moulder, Az. to follow up on the Wibble story. I hope to have a complete report for you in a couple days.

Until then,



At Least It Wasn’t His Brain

I know I promised to bring you an update this week on the Dos Palos pterodactyl sightings. Unfortunately, due to my abrupt blog-site change, I haven’t anything new to report. Don’t be discouraged; as soon as there’s news, you’ll find it here.

On a darker note, some titillating news has come my way from the zombie front. Two more acts of live victim cannibalism have been reported since my last post. The first took place in Los Angeles; the second in

Menschenfresserin by Leonhard Kern, 1650

Menschenfresserin by Leonhard Kern, 1650 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Moulder, Arizona. The L.A. “Bath Salt” incident has been well-documented and exploited by the media and only requires that I reference it here. The Moulder event, however, has only received the attention of a small local newspaper, The Chaparral Weekly.

Here are the key points from the Chaparral article. Guy Wibble and his wife Marsha were arrested Wednesday on domestic violence charges. Witnesses said police removed Marsha forcibly from her home and that she had blood on her face and hands. In contrast, her husband held a towel, spotted with blood, wrapped around his hand. Witnesses claimed Guy showed great distress and quoted him as saying, “What’s happened to my wife? Why would she do this? She even swallowed it. Heaven help her.” What she’d done, exactly, was not stated, nor was what she’d swallowed. —I’ve drawn my own conclusions about her mystery snack. What are your thoughts?

None of this would be of interest to me if not for the article’s conclusion: “Mrs. Wibble taught at Moulder Elementary until her retirement last year. Neighbors said she was well liked and had been in high spirits since visiting her sister in Miami the previous week.”

As you know, I’m always on the lookout for links, and Miami is firmly centered on my radar link screen, it being the site of the first “Bath Salts” cannibal attacks. Of course, the Moulder event may be nothing more than an old lady loosing her marbles and going postal, but in lieu of the possibility Mrs. Wibble ingested a piece of Mr. Wibble, I’ll keep an eye on the story and pass along to you my findings.

~Special thanks to “Sparkman” for forwarding me the article~

Till next time—