Gothic Horror Story
There had been three victims now, no-one knew why or how but day after day helpless souls had disappeared and despite the horrific state of their houses and the gruesome mess left behind, there was no firm evidence of why these feeble, defenceless people were being abducted from the tiny village of Ducklington.
The first was Bill, the local milkman. He hadn’t been into work one morning so some friends went to check on him, only to find an open door, an empty bed and the remains of Bills’ rent and torn flesh and splintered bones scattered carelessly around his house. The next victims were the two mad sisters who lived at the end of Baker Street – Lillie and Violet, who had been malevolently attacked along with their dog, Archie. A frightful atmosphere was showering the village. Folk were talking, staring, whispering. The whole village was searched, every nook and cranny, every bed, every room, every dusty cupboard under the stairs. People were questioned and queried, falsely accused. The only place that hadn’t been tampered with was the heavily wooded, daunting, isolated forest behind the village. No-one had ventured in there for years. There were myths and tales about the creatures and horrors of the forest, but no-one truly believed them and cast them to the back of their mind.