In the summer of 1972 a strange occurrence would plague the people of Defiance, OH.

In the course of a few days, in the early morning hours before 5 A.M. several people would call the police, as they had been assaulted violently. 

All victims described the same thing.  A man 6 to 8ft tall with the head of a wolf.

Thus the legend of the Werewolf of Defiance was born.

These accounts were so common and serious that the cops opened a case investigating into the situation, and several warnings were published in the local news.

But to this day, no answers have been found, the victims/witnesses to this day still believe they encountered a werewolf.

Do werewolves walk among us?

I was the ghost of an old Russian monarch, but stuck in the body of a young girl. When she got catcalled, which happened often, I became so angry that I could break the bonds tying me to her body and ended up haunting the people who harassed her, switching their lights off and on and ringing their doorbells at night.

A Ghost Story

Like the title says, this is a ghost story. I had such an amazing time bringing this story and the characters to life. I really hope you all enjoy it too even though it isnโ€™t my usual fare.

ย  ย Youโ€™ve gone to live with your great-uncle Beauregard while you were attending school. Heโ€™s a reclusive man, but his generosity has paid for your tuition. As such, youโ€™re going to live him, not just for the room and board, but because heโ€™s elderly and needs help around the home. Ages ago, back when he was a young man, he had married one of the most brilliant opera stars to grace the stage. She died in a tragic fire one month into their marriage. Beauregard suffered disfiguring burns because of it, and it has made him a recluse.

ย  ย He is not short of money though. Heโ€™s a brilliant investment banker and has amassed a fortune for himself on top of his inheritance. His not only paid for your tuition, but his donations alone pay for the Grand Rose Opera House.

ย  ย You arrive by carriage at his home, no one comes to greet you. The driver helps you take your bags to the door and then leaves. You walk inside, and the place is as frigid as it is outside.

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Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
—  Neil Gaiman, M Is For Magic.