When I was nine, I carved a Bigfoot cutting board in woodshop and watched Harry and the Hendersons until the tape wore out. Decades later, that same fascination with the unknown inspired my upcoming novella, Alien‑Squatch Wars — a cinematic sci‑fi thriller where myth collides with something far older, stranger, and more dangerous. The sky is listening. The corridors are closing. And somewhere in the static, three tones keep calling.