Conspiracy Archeology & the Tasmanian Devil of New Jersey

Or, Some Shit Never Changes

Conspiracy Archeology & the Tasmanian Devil of New Jersey

Or, Some Shit Never Changes

I remember stories of the Tasmanian Devil of New Jersey told during sleepovers in the Seventies. The room would be dark, and the speaker would be holding a cheap, ratty flashlight whose light was weak and would flicker with every shiver as this harrowing story was relayed.

It went something like this:

A lady and a man were driving through the woods in New Jersey and they had a flat tire. The man went out of the car to fix the tire. He was gone a long time and it was really dark, so the lady couldn’t see anything. Then, she hears a scraping on the roof of the car. She is afraid, but eventually leaves the car to find the headless body of her companion hung upside down from a branch, swaying back and forth while scratching the roof of the car. That was the noise! Get it?

Humans Are Stupid, and That Includes Us

Of course, this was before the internet, email, online streaming or YouTube, let alone TikT…