Around 1697 or sometime like that a farm was built in Sullivan County, New York. A family of 7 was living there. The mother, the father, 2 brothers and 3 sisters.
One night, around 2 am, the family was awoken by a loud screaming from the barn. The father went out with his shotgun, but never came back. The two sons went out, also armed with weapons, but only one came back, yelling that all the animals were butchered along with their father and little brother.
The rest of the family was found in
the house the next morning, ripped apart.
The saying is that a werewolf or some kind of beast attacked the family. Now, every week, on the day of the killing, Wensday, the scenes replay in the woods, which have grown over the grounds.
I live in the house that was build on that land. And we get tortured by hearing the screaming of the family as they were torn apart. I am only 11 years old, and 1 of 4 people in my family that have lived on that land. We are the only people who know about it. Unless you count my friend, Crysta. She is the only one I have told.
Now, 2 days from the day I wrote this, the terror shall begin again. And on the those days, see green mist floating above the ground under my window. Along with
it, a murdered face, that my family belives is the mother or
oldest sister. Names are not known, but the last name was changed to Doseack when they moved to the United States. Ages are also unknown.
Every night I hear growling, but I look out my window and a wolf like creature, twice the size though, runs off into the woods. Until the day the mistery is solved, nobody will ever know, but us.
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