The second Cryptid.

Originally I had considered introducing the first Witch into the story line here, but I decided to go with a bit of humor here.

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As I stated before, it was roughly a month or so before I had really begun to pick up my new senses. Arguably it could be described as a sensitivity to electromagnetic currents, but with the added ability to see and smell such things. My second encounter with a cryptid came as a surprise to me as I was just walking along campus and noticed a belligerent Scott wandering around in clothing that would make William Wallace proud using a claymore to trim the hedges with surprising accuracy. What cued me into this being a cryptid, in this case a ghost, was not the fact he was carrying a sword and wearing a kilt, as it was spirit week and half the football team had dressed as cheerleaders, but rather the fact that a frat student on a bender fell through him out of a tree and he didn't even blink.

I spent most of my morning observing him till the quad had cleared out before speaking up. "So who are you?"

For what seemed like an eternity the Scott ignored me till I spoke again. "So, who let the welshman onto campus?" I soon regretted this as a few moments later I had an angry ghostly scottish highlander chasing me with a broadsword, which I wasn't entirely sure wouldn't cut me. To anyone else though I was running late to class muttering "ohshitI'mdead" repeatedly.