Another dead and the town had gathered. Set deep in the Mendelov Woods the village of Caster was hidden from the wider world. The timid people had presumed themselves safe until recently when bodies began to be found, torn apart as though from wild animals.
“A bear or a wolf,” a recently widowed woman cried, clutching onto her children. “What ever it was it ripped poor Frank to pieces.”
The town mayor raised his hands to try to calm them. They were frightened. They hadn’t seen anything like it before. Frank Islay was the most recent but it had been happening more and more lately. Frank had been found close to the village entrance. He had been torn limb from limb. His eyeballs were ripped from his skull and what remained of his face was shredded beyond recognition. Only a lvoing note from his wife that he carried in his pocket had identified him.
“It was no bear!” one of the village elders called. “I’ve read about this kind of thing. It used to happen all the time. It is some kind of monster.”
The town erupted into a frenzy.
“We’ll have no talk of monsters,” said the mayor sternly. “There are no monsters in these parts,” he grumbled. His twinkling blue eyes met the gaze of his grandchildren. He didn’t want them to be frightened.
“There are monsters. I have seen them!”
The gathering acknowledged as a stranger amongst them. He had been with them ever since the killings began. He had sat quietly in the tavern every evening before retiring to the small room he rented. No one had conversed with him. Strangers were always welcome in Caster but since he didn’t seem willing to share they left him be. Now they turned to him as though he had answers to life itself.
“My name is Edgar Scholtz,” he announced. “I have seen attacks like these before.”
Edgar had a captive audience so he continued.
“They prey on the evil amongst us. The liars, cheats and thieves.
The widow sobbed. “My Frank was none of those things,” she protested. He was a good man.”
Edgar thought about it for a few moments.
“None of us are without misdeeds to our names. A stern word at the dinner table could be enough to invoke the wrath of this creature.”
The mayor himself was now intrigued. “You say you have faced these monsters before?”
Edgar nodded. He smiled just enough to be charming but not so much to seem as though he wasn’t taking the situation seriously.
“They are of an ancient magic that is the blackest ever found. They are drawn from pure souls and sent in search of sinners like hounds on the blood trail,” Edgar explained.
The crowd gave a collective gasp. They considered themselves good people but there were misdeeds they had committed. If we take a closer look, haven’t we all?
“The creature you face is called a Hangram and I will stop them.”
Are you ready to face the Hangram?
Click HERE for the full story!
Click HERE for more fairy tales from Vivika Widow.
Subscribe to the page for more images, news and updates.