Hell Hounds

 Hellhounds are deadly supernatural beasts which serve demons.

Described as demonic pitbulls, hellhounds are ferocious, terrifying, mindless monsters.

They can serve Crossroad Demons, but are known to serve other demons.

They are know for collecting the souls of people whose deals are come due. The term "appear" is used loosely, however. Hellhounds can only be seen by those whom they have come for, making them a sort of reaper of the damned. When not under the employ of Crossroads Demons, Hellhounds sometimes act as foot soldiers and guard dogs. Some say that they guard the gates of Hell as well. Their true form hasn't been fully documented, as those who see them generally don't survive the encounter. However, lore depicts them as black with red eyes, terrifying and ferocious. They vary in size, ranging from standard medium sized dog to that of a small horse.
Hellhounds are voracious, tenacious and not altogether unintelligent. Once a hound has the scent of its target, it has it for life and will never give up the hunt until one or the other is dead. They can be clever, almost impossible to trick, and are not disinclined to improvisation in order to get to their prey.

As dogs, they are loyal, and answer only to the demons they serve; they cannot be swayed or bargained with, either. Nearly every group of people from Native Americans to the modern era have accounts of sightings of these creatures.


    If I wasn't a "pack rat" I'd long since forgotten the recording I will report now. Three different friends, two from different states, and one from England, Told me their accounts of their sightings of these creatures. None are know as liars, none are druggies, no medications, and no know signs of mental illness, unless being friends with me counts! The names aren't real but I do believe each saw something.


   Duane is a burly chap of over six feet and above the two hundred pound mark. He had taken over the timber company from his father after his passing. His life had been spent outside and he knows the moors of England as well as I know the way home. With his size and power I never though this man as one who scared easy. That is until I looked him in the face as he gave his account. He spent long hours oftentimes leaving long before dawn, and, not returning to his truck until after dark. "Me and me mates had just put in a long day and was walking to the truck go go home when it became clear we were being followed." Duane said as he lit another smoke." We were running late and it was hard to see due to the darkness and the falling mist." I hear a bloody horse!" Dave said is disbelief. Duane said the trio turned to see this stead when they beheld two glowing eyes much lower than a horse but was gaining ground fast. " It's a bloody dog!" Duane stated and was bigger that a large calf. The air filled with the stench of fire and wet dog at the same time. "The moon was hid and none of us had a lamp of any sort, so the glow had to be from the eyes itself." Duane exclaimed as his eyes became wide. It was close enough to see the hair raised and the spittle in it's mouth when it turned as if on a quest of it's own. "We buggered off as if to Save the Queen!" I ask if he thought perhaps it was just a large dog. "Mate there ain't a dog alive that big with eyes that burn like flares in the night!"


   Greg and I worked together before I got into paranormal research or made a living as a photographer either. Both of us held a management position so our hours were the same almost daily. "Have you ever heard of a Hell Hound?" Yeah, I have, I told him, and ask what brought that on. "My Grandfather own this little grocery when I was in high school and many times I'd work there in the evenings for some weekend money." Now he'd told me before that the store was haunted, with things missing and moved after the store was closed. " I had just locked up and started to the car when I got the strong feeling of being watched." He said for a moment robbery came to mind. The store sat on a corner that was across from a small wooded area that loosely covered a small hill. Streetlights not a few, kept the area well lit. "I don't know why I looked in that direction when I did, but I saw the biggest dog with red eyes I ever saw in my life!" Greg said shaking is head. "This thing just sat there staring at me with the most hateful look that a nightmare could contain." He went on to say that he stood there frozen for what seemed like forever in it's gaze until it got up and walked back over the hill. "Right then, I knew I needed another job." Greg said with a grin


   Ray I got to know from my college days and we quickly became friends. We shared many of the same likes and dislikes and he became like a brother to me. Ray is a God fearing man who carries his Bible everywhere he goes and the Church doors won't be open long before we walks through them. Not only does he talk the talk but he walks the walk as well. He said as a kid he like to explore the woods of  Kentucky and enjoy nature. On this day, that came to an end. Ray had wondered in rather deep this day when he stopped to get his direction. "I heard a growl that sounded more like a rumble because it was so low in pitch." Ray said and I couldn't help but notice he'd also grown a bit pale as well. "I looked and beside a tree stood this thing that had to stand four-feet high, hair standing on it's back like a razorback hog, and eyes red like two embers you'd see in a fireplace." He said it was standing with it's head slightly lowered and had a grave look hate filled it's snarling face. "I don't know if I moved or it started toward me first, but the next thing I knew I was running has hard as I could!" Ray said as his voice raised in volume. " I was so busy running that I wasn't looking where I was going and I came down over a small hill or a ditch and I'm not sure which it was." Now I knew it had my but to my terror it jumped over me in a full run without looking back or slowing down." He went on to say that it left "paw prints" an inch deep and was bigger that his thirteen year old has was at the time.


   What these three, and many others say, I don't know. Could the stories be made up? Yes, but after seeing their faces, I've no doubt they each saw something strange. Feral dogs,  or some mutant, perhaps we will never know. So many stories like these about that I know I don't wish to see one through a camera lens. much less up close and personal. Strange times indeed.......