January 18, 1925


Pierre L’Homme lived on the backside of Hollis Hill in a small, run-down home that had never seen better days.

He earned his living as a hired hand, working with whoever would pay. Often, Pierre could be found working a patch of the Coffin orchard or perhaps helping Duncan Blood with bringing in a harvest. But Pierre’s true love was drinking, and he only worked so long or so hard as was necessary to put the next bottle in his hand.

When Pierre complained of noises coming from Hollis Hill at night, no one paid him any attention. Many wondered if Pierre was ever sober enough to hear anything at any point after work.

Soon, he stated that he had found footprints outside his small house, and more than a few in town joked he had stumbled around the house drunk and was merely following his own tracks.

Yet as his complaints increased, his drinking decreased.

On the morning of January 17, 1925, Pierre entered the general store wild-eyed and pale. He related a tale of fighting off a group of creatures that, according to him, were, “short and thin, no noses and with black claws on the tips of their fingers.”

When no one in the store believed his wild tale, Pierre waved them away, cursed at them, and then bought a strange array of materials, ranging from heavy tubing to a thick raincoat. With these and other items in hand, Pierre left the store, hurrying toward Blood Farm.

At 7 AM on January 18, 1925, smoke was seen billowing up from the direction of Pierre’s home. When the fire brigade and volunteers went racing out to assist, they found Pierre standing over a hole in the earth, blasting it with a homemade flamethrower.

Near his home, they found a trio of small corpses, all charred, and each bearing a disturbing similarity to the creatures Pierre had described the previous morning.

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