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Overview and Evidence[]
The Elizaville Monster is a malevolent entity often spoken about in local legends by the residents of Elizaville, a small unincorporated community in Boone County, Indiana. Reportedly blamed by Elizaville locals for numerous disappearances that have allegedly occurred in the town and the surrounding areas, the creature is sometimes described as a bogeyman-like creature used by parents to keep their children from going out at night.
Rather than a physical, flesh-and-blood organism, the Elizaville Monster is usually depicted as a hulking shadowy figure standing at least seven or eight feet in height. Said to wandering the open fields and cemeteries in the Boone County area, the creature is reportedly aggressive and, according to many, carnivorous. Legends say that if one parks their car in one of these rural areas between the early morning hours of 1 and 3 AM and scream loudly into the night, the beast will pursue and consume them.[1]
Due to the largely oral spread of the stories regarding the creature, specific details and accounts are very difficult to come by on the Internet, with most sources blatantly copying one another and making relevant information scarce. There is no scientific evidence for the existence of such a creature and modern day sightings are hard to come by; most reported incidents are of the 'friend of a friend' variety. While the monster is often blamed for numerous strange disappearances, online searches don't reveal many news headlines, local or otherwise, about any unusual numbers of unsolved deaths in the area. Those who spread the stories never give specific names or years for said alleged disappearances, making it likely that the stories are merely hearsay. It is possible that the earliest reports were actually misidentified American black bears. Black bears are rarely seen in Indiana, but sightings occasionally pop up, potentially explaining the rarity of supposed sightings.
Alleged Sightings[]
First-Person Accounts[]
I went to this town with three friends. We were able to get directions from the internet, which had been posted by a previous visitor, and eventually we discovered a simple green road sign which said "Elizaville". We drove along the roads for a while, some of which were paved with gravel, making us have to drive along slowly. We saw no creature stalking among the fields, no bones, and no abandoned cars, but there were some things we saw that were rather creepy: part of a cornfield had been smashed through, as if by a car; a relatively nice-looking house with its windows busted out; tire marks on the road which swerved in weird directions. Then we came into an area that smelled of decaying meat. Also, it was uncharacteristically cold for a summer night. It seemed that we were not only pervaded by the stench of death, but by the very feel of it. Also, my friend who was sitting next to me in the back of the car, KJ, complained of serious stomach cramps, which he always seems to get when something bad is about to happen. This never seems to occur under different circumstances than when there’s trouble in the future. Our journey soon ended after I looked out of the window beside me and saw, sitting a few feet from the edge of the road, a human head laying sideways on a tree stump. The blood was still shiny and wet, and its eyes were wide open and staring straight in my direction. I went for the switch that closed the window, but the damn thing had been locked, and I told the driver to close the fucking thing. When I described what I had seen, we immediately left Elizaville and went back to Indianapolis. When we were on familiar grounds, I told them we should probably report this. They said it would be pointless, seeing that outside law enforcement never found enough evidence to convict anyone. By the time we called the cops and had them out there, the head would have likely been gone. There could still be traces of blood on the stump or on the grass around it, but this would be virtually meaningless. And Elizaville itself does not have its own law enforcement, so it would take a while for any patrol cars to arrive there. I was greatly shaken by the whole thing, and my fingers are trembling even now that I’m typing this out. It was the first time I had seen fresh death. [sic][2]