December 3, 1945

     Albert and Agnes Thornsson emigrated to America with their parents in 1942, having slipped out of Denmark while Germany was tightening its grip upon the country.

     Their father and mother were a hardworking and industrious couple, and by 1944, they were able to purchase a small farm in Cross. They worked the land together, with the help of their children, and Albert worked the late shift at the factory in Boston helping to provide necessary goods for the war effort.

     In the spring of 1945, people were found in Boston with their right arms severed at the shoulder. Most of the injured died from their wounds and others remembered nothing of the incident.

     By the fall of 1945, people in Cross noticed they didn’t see the Thornssons around any longer.

     At the end of November 1945, it was reported that the parents had stopped showing up to work in the middle of August.

     The Thornsson Farm was located on North Road, near the border of Cross, and on December 3, 1945, Duncan Blood led a group of residents out to the farm to check on the family.

     Neither of the elder Thornssons could be found, but Albert and Agnes greeted them at the door, and they invited the guests to stay for dinner.

     There was, according to Agnes, a roast in the oven.

     Duncan asked if they could speak with the parents first, and the children were happy to oblige them.

     Together, the brother and sister led Duncan and the others out to a long, low shed, and they gestured within it.

     Neither Duncan nor the others needed to look.

     They could smell.

     The shed stank of rotting flesh and a glance inside showed the severed remains of the children’s parents and a fresh collection of limbs.

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