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Welcome to the photo dump for Episode 193: Los Pelacaras (Face-Peelers) of Peru! A sensational phenomenon occurring in the Peruvian jungles is finally being reported in western media. Villagers of the Loreto region of Northeast Peru claim that 7 foot tall aliens have been terrorizing them for years, with attacks by these beings ramping up in the spring and summer of 2023. Experiencers have dubbed the violent beings “Los Pelacaras” which translates to “The Face Peelers”. So, what’s behind the Face-Peeler Phenomenon? Organized crime, the drug trade, a PsyOp, serial killers, mass hysteria, cryptids, aliens, or something else?

Swipe through key images and videos from this week’s episode here!

IMAGE 01: Unverified photo of a “Pelacara” posted to Reddit IMAGE 02: Peru on a map, with the Loreto region in dark gray IMAGE 03: Various headlines over the past few years. Could the Pelacaras be related to illegal mining or organized crime in the area? IMAGE 04: The “jetpack”, “astronaut”, or “humanoid” UAP has been spotted all over the world in recent years. Here’s a sighting from Sequoia National Park. Haters will say its a stormtrooper balloon but I reject that theory because I AM A CHAMPION OF MYSTERY AND WHIMSY IMAGE 05: An alleged “jetpack UAP” uploaded by a resident of Kent, UK. Again, haters will say it’s a balloon. IMAGE 06: Some alleged UAP walking down the street in Mexico, as seen in a documentary that aired in the country. OH WHAT’S THAT HATERS? ANOTHER BALLOON??? IMAGE 07: Part 2 of the documentary clip IMAGE 08: Clip from a news report regarding the Pelacaras, including blurred footage of the victim whose body was found intact, but the face was peeled off down to the bone. IMAGE 09: Jetpack man has been spotted over LAX airport in Los Angeles, CA for years now. He flies directly in the path of airplanes that are taking off and landing and he has even been reported by pilots to air traffic control. He has never been seen landing or taking off and LAPD is still no closer to figuring out who he is. Might he be an alien???? IMAGE 10: “La Bruja” humanoid UAP spotted in Chile, followed by a humanoid UAP spotted in the Philippines.

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Los Pelacaras (The Face Peelers)

Mysterious outsiders are dubbed “los pelacaras”, which translates to Face Peelers and the members of the Ikitu tribe are currently living in fear of being attacked by unconfirmed creatures.

The alleged incident of so-called aliens attacking villagers was first reported a couple of days ago when the members of the tribe claimed they had seen creatures with “yellowish eyes” clad in armor.

Some claimed these creatures were immune to weapons made by mankind and had the ability to disappear...

‘Face Peelers’ In Peru Feast On Humans Claim Amid ‘alien’ Rumors Is Terrifying

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11. Blood Car (various communities)

Scary-boys may seem like archaic or ancestral creatures, but in some cases they have been modernized with the passage of time. The arrival of the first automobiles in Spain, for example, aroused new fears and phobias that cried out for their own grotesque legend. Imagine the astonishment of the inhabitants of small towns in that ancient Spain when they saw, in the distance, new machines traveling along rustic roads and paths. If we add to the distrust of this modern technology the omnipresence of sacamantecas and sacauntos in the popular imagination, we have the perfect combination for the germination of new myths about horrors on wheels that served, at least, to keep young people away from roads and other places where they could be run over.

In some villages in the Aragonese mountains, there was talk of the Auto negré , a car that kidnapped children to extract their blood. In Catalonia, there was also a Coche de la sangre , a dark and ghostly car that extracted the vital substance from children to give it to those with tuberculosis. Similar testimonies appear in Extremadura and in eastern Asturias: there, it was said that sick and tubercular people from rich families traveled in a dark car to kidnap unsuspecting children and use their blood as a remedy for their ailments. It was even pointed out that the royal family itself was the occupant of such a sinister vehicle; nothing strange, on the other hand, if we take into account that at the end of the 19th century, there were frequent rumors about the vampirism of Alfonso XII, who suffered from tuberculosis, who some believed was responsible for several unsolved child crimes or a client of the supposed healer and child murderer Enriqueta Martí.

Returning to the subject of bloody cars, in villages in Soria such as Leyna, children were told not to go far from the village to play on the roads because “the Black Car would catch them ”. The author Manuel Martín Sánchez also remembers having heard about a car eager for children's blood during his childhood in a village in Ávila.

There are various descriptions of this car: the concept of a black vehicle is omnipresent, although some people even identified it with a brand new hearse. However, all versions agree that it was a sinister car that stole the boys' blood, or took them to God knows where and they were never seen again.

The most curious thing is that this car terror, as surprising as it may seem, has managed to reach our days after certain “facelifts”. We are talking about the urban legend of the Blood Gang or Banda de la Sangre , a supposed group of criminals who drove around the Spanish roads at night looking for lone drivers to chase and kill in a kind of initiation rite into the group. The origin of this hoax seems to be in the 80s and it would have arisen from the famous American bikers “The Angels of Hell”, although in our country the spread of this legend reached its peak between the 90s and the early 2000s. During this time it was common to receive chains of emails in which “the Police” warned that these criminals drove around with their headlights off and selected as a victim anyone who changed their lights to warn them that theirs were not on. Several years have passed since then, but, like other current fake news , the hoax refuses to die. In 2019, alleged reports from the Civil Guard were still being shared warning of the danger of the Sangre Gang, to the point that the police institution itself was forced to deny such a delirious story through its networks and official channels. Oh, if only the old thieves would raise their heads…

11. Coche de la sangre (varias comunidades)

Los asustachicos pueden parecer seres arcaicos o ancestrales, pero en algunos casos se han modernizado con el devenir de los tiempos. La llegada de los primeros automóviles a España, por ejemplo, despertó nuevos miedos y fobias que pedían a gritos su propia leyenda grotesca. Imaginemos el asombro de los habitantes de pequeños pueblos en aquella España antigua al contemplar, a lo lejos, nuevas máquinas recorriendo los rústicos caminos y senderos. Si a la desconfianza en esta moderna tecnología le sumamos la omnipresencia de los sacamantecas y sacauntos en el imaginario popular, tenemos la combinación perfecta para la germinación de nuevos mitos acerca de horrores sobre ruedas que sirvieran, al menos, para alejar a los jóvenes de las carreteras y demás lugares donde podían ser atropellados.

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George Knapp - Peru's Unknown Unearthly Visitors: The “Face Peelers"

COASTTOCOASTAMOFFICIAL In the remote Peruvian Amazon, locals are encountering mysterious entities known as "Los Pelacaras" or "the Face Peelers." Tim Alberino reveals that these encounters are more than legends, with actual injuries reported. The locals take the threat seriously, firing shots at these beings, who are seen moving on hovering discs and small attachments on their boots. Alberino dispels the notion that these are "illegal miners using jetpacks," emphasizing the rural community's access to technology and their certainty that what they've witnessed is not ordinary.

To learn more about featured guest speakers on this show please visithttps://www.coasttocoastam.com/show/2

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Episode 193: Los Pelacaras (the Face-Peelers) of Peru

Welcome to Episode 193: Los Pelacaras (Face-Peelers) of Peru! In August of 2023, both Spanish and English media began reporting on a sensational phenomenon occurring in the Peruvian jungles that has continued still today. Villages or the Loreto region of northeast Peru claim that 7-foot-tall aliens have been terrorizing them for years, with attacks by these beings ramping up in the spring and summer of 2023. While English-speaking media didn't pick up this story until last year, there are examples of Spanish-speaking media reporting on them dating back to 2022 and folklore and urban legends surrounding the phenomenon date back generations. Experiencers have dubbed the violent beings "Los Pelacaras", which translates to "The Face Peelers", but they have gone by many names over the years depending on which Amazonian tribe or jungle-bordering community has met with them. Some of these other names the Face Peelers have been called include; Pishtaco, karasiri, nakaj, cortacabezas, sacaojos, and sacamantecas. So, what's behind the Face-Peeler Phenomenon? Organized crime syndicates, the drug trade and cartels, a PsyOp, serial killers, mass hysteria, cryptids, aliens, or something else? Join us on this week's episode as we seek to unravel the mystery of the Face Peelers of Peru!

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I think I was a lobster in a past life. Ama.

This is the AMA Reddit thread that Aly mentioned in the intro of Episode 193! Presented here for your reading pleasure.

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Head cutter

That afternoon, trying to reach the “rest” with difficulty, we heard voices from afar, from the top of the rock, we were carrying on our backs not only the climb, but the pantry that corresponded to the month, we returned to our homes very loaded, when the murmurs became strong orders, we automatically went to the side, the “mayori” had three men tied by the hands, with a rope around their necks, a shocking image, about five authorities were part of the scene, each one with his “fourth�� in hand. The “criminals”, bruised and bloodied with their heads bowed, advanced down the hill, the first one stared at us, his face bloodied. - “We are innocent,” I managed to hear.

Our load was lightened, we ran to get to “Yu'u kava”, from there we watched the parade of crime and the law, a lady sat agitated next to us and began to narrate the event of that Friday in the plaza.

That same morning, in Yosonicaje, one of the most crowded plazas, the sun was already beating hard and the merchants offered their best products with loud cries, the people came and went among tenates, hats, shawls, stalls of all kinds, a variety of quelites from neighboring towns, When on a hillside, three tall, white-skinned gentlemen appeared, with a roll of rope intertwined on their shoulders, it was of no great importance since it was the day of the town square, all the towns visited us, except that one of them approached a tamalera and asked, “Hey, do you know where we are? - Hey, do you know where I can find some heads, I am looking for heads! Immediately the lady's pupils dilated, she very discreetly commented to the semitero, and this one, to the platanero, in seconds the square knew that such gentlemen were in search of “heads”, there was no lack of the “altered” one who shouted. - Behead cutter!”, and the crowd caught fire. Amidst sticks, stones and machetes, our visitors fell silent with terror, the crowd pushed them to the agency, passing by the destroyed stalls, surrounded by fear and anger. In the sound system a call for calm was heard, the “strangers” were sheltered in the house of the charges, ve'i tiñu.

Days before, in the Yucuhiti shelter, a rumor had intensified, we kids were no longer sleeping for telling horror stories, we all gathered in a section of the dormitory, hugging our pillows or covered from head to toe with the blanket, with the light off, someone would say that it was a shady business, the buying and selling of organs from the poor to the rich, they can pay for a transplant and they have the technology, he would finish off. That the “head chopper” was a poor man who had nothing to eat and consumed human flesh, that he was very strong, for the same reason, he was indifferent to the age or complexion of his victim, or that, in reality the bodies did not disappear, that he hung them in a tree in the middle of “communal land”, yes, we agreed that the “head chopper” was not people from outside as the people said, that is a cheap idea to fear the “to'o”, to believe that they are more than one! someone said, and we thought it was a brilliant idea. How come he chooses “Tunkoo” and “Ñu'un kuijin” to catch his victims, why does he only use a machete to cut off the heads? - Bullshit, he uses a saw and cuts off the heads as if they were trunks of the massive ocotal trees, was heard in the high bunks. We could not believe it, if there was a “head chopper” in town, he had to be from the same town, maybe he is among us, someone said, and everyone began to shout. Thursday night, the same nocturnal atmosphere was experienced, but this time we went to extremes, in the darkness we heard a whimpering, when we turned on the light, the nose of one of the classmates was bleeding profusely, someone escaped through the window to go to the director, when the teacher arrived he already had a name.

You get down from your bunk, he ordered. Our classmate went to the center section, dropped his pants and bent down, the teacher pulled out his belt and three blows sounded on the bruised buttock of an alleged aggressor, an element with a conflicting history of literature.

Go to sleep now, the “cutter” is only in his head, the teacher said goodbye and turned off the light.

At dawn on Friday, in Yucuhiti all our ideas and nightly fantasies were socializing like hot cakes.

Near dusk I arrived home that Friday evening, very uneasy about the event, I think we all looked forward to returning as soon as possible.

On Sunday afternoon I went down to the hostel, when I arrived at the monument to Juarez, most of my companions from other towns had gathered in that place, looking towards the jail, they commented that it was only about gentlemen who were dedicated to the purchase and sale of cattle, at a slow pace we headed to the hostel passing in front of the jail, which out of the corner of our eyes we turned to see in silence, having scapegoats had been cathartic, both for “the fifty” and for the people.

Cortacabezas

Esa tarde, intentando llegar al “descanso” a duras penas, escuchamos voces desde lo lejos, por la parte alta del peñón, llevábamos a cuestas no solo la subida, sino la despensa que correspondía al mes, retornamos a nuestras casas muy cargados, cuando los murmullos se hicieron fuertes órdenes, nos orillamos automáticamente, los “mayori” llevaban tres señores amarrados de las manos, con una soga en el cuello, una imagen impactante, unas cinco autoridades formaban parte de la escena, cada uno con su “cuarta” en mano. Los “criminales” moreteados y ensangrentados con las cabezas agachadas, avanzaban cuesta abajo, el primero se nos quedó viendo, con el rostro ensangrentado.  - “somos inocentes”, alcancé a escuchar.

Nuestra carga se nos aligeró, corrimos para llegar a “Yu’u kava”, desde ahí miramos el desfile del delito y la ley, una señora se sentó agitada a nuestro lado y empezó a narrar el suceso de aquel viernes de plaza.

En esa misma mañana, en Yosonicaje, una de las plazas más concurridas, ya pegaba fuerte el sol y los mercaderes ofrecían a grandes gritos sus mejores productos, el pueblo iba y venía entre tenates, sombreros, rebozos, puestos de todo tipo, una gran variedad de quelites provenientes de los pueblos vecinos, cuando por una ladera, aparecieron tres señores, altos, de tez blanca y con un rollo de soga entrecruzado en sus hombros, no era de gran importancia puesto que siendo día de plaza, de todos las localidades nos visitan, excepto que, uno de ellos se acercó a una tamalera preguntando: - ¡Oiga!, ¿usted sabe dónde puedo encontrar cabezas?, ¡busco cabezas!. Inmediatamente las pupilas de la señora se dilataron, muy discretamente le comentó al semitero, y este, al platanero, en segundos la plaza supo que tales señores andaban en busca de “cabezas”, no faltó la “alterada” que gritó. - “¡Cortacebezas!”, y se incendió la muchedumbre. Entre palos, piedras y machetazos, nuestros visitantes enmudecieron de pavor, a empujones la multitud los llevó hasta la agencia, pasando por los puestos destrozados, rodeados de temor e ira. En el aparato de sonido se escuchó un llamado a la calma, los “extraños” quedaron resguardados en la casa de los cargos, ve'i tiñu.

Días antes, en el albergue de Yucuhiti un rumor se había intensificado, los chavalos ya no dormíamos por contar cuentos de terror, todos nos juntábamos en una sección del dormitorio, abrazados de nuestras almohadas o tapados de pies a cabeza con la cobija, con la luz apagada, se escuchaban “los cincuenta” argumentos sobre el tema del “cortacabezas”, alguien decía que se trataba de un asunto tenebroso, la compra y venta de órganos de los pobres para los ricos, ellos pueden pagar un trasplante y tienen la tecnología, remataba. Que el “cortacabezas” era un pobre que no tenía de comer y consumía carne humana, que era muy fuerte, por la misma razón, le era indiferente la edad o complexión de su víctima, o que, en realidad los cuerpos no los desaparecía, que los colgaba en un árbol a mitad de “tierra comunal”, eso sí, coincidíamos en que, el “cortacabezas” no era gente de fuera como el pueblo contaba, ¡eso es una idea barata para temer a los “to’o”, creer que son más que uno!, se posicionaba alguien, y nos parecía una idea brillante. ¿Cómo es que elige “Tunkoo” y “Ñu´un kuijin” para atrapar a sus víctimas?, ¿Por qué solo usa machete para cortar las cabezas?. - ¡Mentira!, usa una sierra y corta las cabezas como si fueran troncos de los ocotales macizos, se escuchó en las literas altas. No lo podíamos creer, si había un “cortacabezas” en el pueblo, tenía que ser del mismo pueblo, ¿quizás está entre nosotros?, dijo alguien, y todos empezaron a gritar. La noche del jueves, se vivió el mismo ambiente nocturno, pero esta vez llegamos a los extremos, entre tinieblas se escuchó un lloriqueo, cuando encendimos la luz, la nariz de uno de los compañeros sangraba a borbotones, alguien se fugó por la ventana para ir por el director, cuando el profe llegó ya tenía un nombre.

- Usted baje de su litera, ordenó. Nuestro compañero se dirigió a la sección central, se bajó los pantalones y se agachó, el profesor sacó su cinturón y sonaron tres golpes sobre la nalga moreteada de un supuesto agresor, un elemento con un historial conflictivo de literatura.

- ¡Duérmanse ya!, el “cortabezas” solo está en su cabeza, se despidió el maestro y apagó la luz.

Al amanecer del viernes, en Yucuhiti todas nuestras ideas y fantasías nocturnas se socializaban como pan caliente.

Casi anocheciendo llegué a casa esa tarde del viernes, muy inquieto por el suceso, creo que todos esperamos con ansias regresar lo antes posible.

El domingo por la tarde bajé al albergue, cuando llegué al monumento a Juárez, la mayoría de mis compañeros de otras localidades se habían concentrado en ese lugar, mirando hacia la cárcel, comentaban que solo se trataba de señores que se dedicaban a la compra-venta de ganado, a paso lento nos dirigimos al albergue pasando frente a la cárcel, que de reojo volteamos a ver en silencio, contar con chivos expiatorios había sido catártico, tanto para “los cincuenta” como para el pueblo.

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José de Piérola: “-I think,” said Don Arístides, “that man is a ‘pishtaco’, and should be denounced. // ‘Pishtaco’. It was not the first time I had heard that word, but until then it had seemed abstract, one of those fantastic beings that only appear in books. The relationship with the flayed body seemed to me beyond doubt. I felt a shiver // My grandfather paused with the letter in the air / -Do you perhaps know its name, or do you have any material proof? / -For life,“ said Don Aristides, ‘it's a ’pishtaco”, I know what I'm telling you. // My grandfather looked at me out of the corner of his eye -his brown eyes had a youthful intensity that day-, then he turned to look at don Arístides. / -Don't say such things, look how you have frightened the boy. / -It is better that he knows the truth, so that he takes care of himself, so that everyone in the village takes care of themselves. I am sure that if we were to enter his factory we would find the human skins from which he has scraped the fat he uses for his soaps. // My grandfather dropped his hand of cards on the table. / -If we are not going to talk seriously -he said-, I prefer not to play” (2011: 26 and 27).

José de Piérola: «—Para mí —dijo don Arístides— que el hombre es un "pishtaco", y habría que denunciarlo. // "Pishtaco". No era la primera vez que escuchaba aquella palabra, pero hasta entonces me había parecido abstracta, uno de esos seres fantásticos que solo aparecen en los libros. La relación con el cuerpo despellejado me pareció más allá de toda duda. Sentí un escalofrío. // Mi abuelo se detuvo con la carta en el aire. / —¿Sabe acaso cómo se llama, o tiene alguna prueba material? / —Por vida —dijo don Arístides—, es un "pishtaco", yo sé lo que le digo. // Mi abuelo me miró de reojo —sus ojos marrones tenían aquel día intensidad juvenil—, luego volteó a mirar a don Arístides. / —No diga esas cosas, mire cómo ha espantado al chico. / —Es mejor que sepa la verdad, para que se cuide, para que todos en el pueblo se cuiden. Estoy seguro de que si entráramos a su fábrica encontraríamos las pieles humanas de donde ha raspado la grasa que usa para sus jabones. // Mi abuelo dejó caer su mano de cartas en la mesa. / —Si no vamos a hablar seriamente —dijo—, prefiero no jugar» (2011: 26 y 27).