Wicked617 Tales Of New England
Growing up in New England, I was always fascinated by the stories of wicked legends that haunted this region. The mysterious forests, eerie old cemeteries, and foggy coastlines seemed to serve as a perfect backdrop for these tales of horror.
As a child, my friends and I would often gather around campfires and swap scary stories about the infamous witch trials in Salem or the ghost sightings at Sleepy Hollow. Some claimed to have seen the headless horseman riding through the dark woods, while others shared their encounters with the ghostly apparitions at Lizzie Borden's house.
But it wasn't until I stumbled upon an old journal in my grandmother's attic that I began to truly understand just how deep-rooted these legends were in New England's history. The journal belonged to my great-great-grandfather who was a renowned historian specializing in the occult. He had spent his entire life researching and documenting these wicked legends that surrounded our home.
Among his papers were detailed accounts of curses placed on towns by vengeful witches, tales of sea monsters terrorizing fishermen off the coast, and even reports of werewolf sightings in the dense forests of Vermont. My curiosity piqued, I delved deeper into his notes and discovered one particular legend that chilled me to my core.
It was said that deep within the forests of Maine lived a creature so terrifying and evil that even mentioning its name could invoke darkness upon oneself. This creature was known as "The Wendigo," and according to legend, it was once a human who had succumbed to cannibalism during a harsh winter famine. Consumed by insatiable hunger for human flesh, this man transformed into a monstrous beast with red eyes and razor-sharp teeth.
My great-great-grandfather had interviewed several witnesses who claimed to have seen The Wendigo lurking in the shadows near abandoned cabins or chasing after unsuspecting hikers lost in the woods. Some even believed that The Wendigo had the ability to possess people, causing them to crave human flesh and turn into cannibalistic monsters themselves.
As I delved deeper into this legend, I couldn't help but wonder if it was just a myth or if there was any truth to it. I decided to take matters into my own hands and went on a solo expedition deep into the Maine forests in search of The Wendigo.
The first few days were uneventful, and I began to believe that this legend was nothing more than a figment of overactive imaginations. But as the sun started to set on my fourth day, I heard strange noises coming from the trees surrounding my campsite. Brushing it off as just some small animals, I settled in for the night.
However, when I woke up the next morning, all my food and supplies were gone, and there were strange markings etched onto my tent's fabric. My heart racing with fear, I packed up what little gear remained and continued deeper into the forest.