MYSTERY SEARCH CONTINUES.
The farther back you go, the more people believed magic existed, or at least fucking like weren’t so sure that modern society would be able to weather anything the unknown could throw at them yet.
Puzzle that shit out, goddamn it. That’s why in fucking 1817, when a guy sees a beast in his fields that’s made of parts from two different animals, he just shoots it, watches it vanish before his motherfucking EYES, and carries on with his day instead of like, shitting and calling the police.
Eh, just some weird magical shit I don’t understand, he thinks. Fuck him. That was a dog with the head of a rabbit you just saw float away as a mist you asshole. Nut up and tell someone smarter than you. Easiest thing in the GEE DEE world.
But he doesn’t, and guess what the tits happens. Shit no one could catch or see starts screaming at you from outside your cabin and beating on the walls. Children in the house hear rat teeth chattering as their bedsheets are pulled around and twisted by an invisible force.
The voice gets stronger. OH SHIT. Now it’s singing. Repeating the words exactly of two sermons at a time; sermons which occurred on the same day as the incident, thirteen miles apart. Holding conversations with this literally shitless ass scared fucking family of farmers all throughout the night, threatening death always.
The hunters come to stop it. They get fucking possessed and beat the shit out of themselves. It wouldn’t stop torturing one of the older children until she broke off her engagement with the love of her life. THIS IS SHIT THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO THE BELL FARM.
YES BITCH. REAL. LISTEN TO THIS GODDAMN NEXT PART. JOHN BELL, THE PATRIARCH OF THE FAMILY, DIED…and by this point everyone was calling this thing THE WITCH. THE WITCH shows everyone a vial of poison, which kills the family cat instantly, that it hid in the, fuck, the motherfucking CUPBOARD, and it said it killed John with it.
It didn’t stop. The family left the area after, but that doesn’t stop fucking TERRIFYING SHIT TO STILL BE REPORTED THERE NOWADAYS AND ALL THE GODDAMN TIME TOO.
SO YOU KNOW THE DRILL YOU GROSS ASS BABIES. CLICK THIS SHIT OR I’LL SPILT OPEN YOUR BOOTIES AND POUR IN PURE SALT I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD I WILL.