Stream of consciousness about a novel idea I have, part 1

At the Mothman Festival, I thought of an idea. Now, to be clear, I don't think this is the case with Mothman, but what IF some people made up a cryptid?

Then I thought, why would they do that?

And, because of how my brain works, I thought, well...to cover up a murder.

I only have loose ideas at this point, so here's what I got:

Small town with woods nearby
Supposed creature is humanoid, has claws
At least three people involved in murder

Starts off with one of them watching the town set up for the annual cryptid festival and wishing she smoked

Disgusted that this creature they created is now cutesified as a stuffed animal some times and a somewhat sexualized creature at other times

Another runs the cryptid museum and does not drop the status of true believer (until, maybe, they do?)
One left town, but is back because parents are sick
Maybe two were a couple? And then the other and the victim were a couple?
Maybe one is starting to think they'll come clean? And then they die?

Murder happened 15 years ago, but cryptid festival is in its 10th year (got more popular after a podcast)

Perhaps the victim was dangerous
His family still lives in the area
Maybe the body hasn't been found

(Prompt by me)

Sculpture by Bob Roach, 2003

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