18 May 2008, Just after dark, Somewhere near Lake Winnipesaukee

In the backwaters and hollows there dwell things that men don't like to think about. Every place in the world has its local mystery, the tantalizing unanswered questions, the UFO sightings....

'It' had come in through the back door just after full dark, smashing the old wood to splinters. Old Matt Carter had grabbed his gun and headed toward the sound. One crushing blow subdued him as the creature then dragged his unconscious body into the parlor for the benefit of his family.

Jamie Rae had been the first to die. The stripling of a young man rushed forward to defend his sisters from the manbeast and was thrown back by one of the huge clawed hands. His brains spattered on the mantle beside Sarah and Cindy, who screamed. The monster cracked a malicious smile as he stepped forward and seized Wanda, Matt's wife and slowly began to play his games with the terrified woman.

Eldest daughter Meg begged the thing to stop as he slowly humiliated her mother. He responded by snapping Wanda's neck with a flick of his wrist and then walking forward to grab the 16 year old and drain her in the most slow and degrading way possible.

...The monsters that everyone knew were out there in the hedgerows reveal themselves to the common man in ways too horrible to imagine....

You could hear the screams from the far end of the field.

The wolf sniffed the ground once to make sure of the scent and then pricked its ears toward the noise, eyes darkening a moment. Darkening slightly, before flaring bright green in the night, the beast shot off toward the house at a dead run. Hate burned in the beast's eyes, knowing the scent she was following to be the cause of the anguish within the dwelling.

There were the cries of a child inside...all that was needed for action.

...Sometimes the things that go 'bump' in the night go on for years, having their carnage blamed on wild animals....

The hours passed within the house for 6 year old Cindy Carter in a sort of twisting, surreal horror as the huge thing slowly and methodically butchered her family. Jamie lay at her blood-spattered feet, skull split wide open. Her mother and two sisters were dead or dying. Her grandfather wasn't moving.

The monster finished with Sarah, practically bathing in the blood of the kill, and then turned its malevolent gaze toward her. It's eye glowed red and eerie in the darkness. The manbeast dropped the mutilated corpse and took a single step her way. Her shrill cry drown out the sound of the front window as something huge barrelled through it, attacking the abberation with a brutality that matched its own. Overwhelmed, the little girl fainted and blood poured from an open cut on her forehead.

...Sometimes the things that go 'bump' in the night have enemies....

The police and ambulance company arrived at the Carter farm, around 4 am, after an anonoymous tip that was made from the house phone. The house was a horror, with bodies and wreckage all over the first floor. Ash, apparently from the fireplace, was strewed everywhere in the parlor room where the corpses were.

A thorough search of the house turned up Cindy Carter in her bed, blood covered, but alive and sleeping. She mumbled about the monsters and then fell into uncontrolled sobs as her cousin, Peter, one of the paramedics helped to get her out of the house without seeing what had become of her family. He glanced back for a moment, remembering what they said about attacks by rabid bears over the last century. He escorted the little girl away before the meat wagon crews started to bring the bodies out.

...who are just as content to see things stay as they always have been...

The blackness of night had begun to lighten fade as the limping shewolf made it within sight of NH 28, just south of Alton. The gashes on it's curiously striated coat were all over deep and it favored a mangled front right paw. Intelligent eyes searched the darkness, spotting a familiar landmark before her mind sought out one familiar to her and delivered the image. She then flopped down with a whine, placid in her pain, lapping at the bloody limb as if to comfort herself while she waited for her respite.

Gorgeroth was dead and the world would be happier for it.

...Legends.