Strange events are common in Cross.
On March 4, 1947, Murder’s Creek backed up and flooded the lower field of Quinn Hassel, a bachelor farmer who kept much to himself.
Such flooding was common when the ice melted and froze as it had at the end of February. Quinn, never a man to shirk from any sort of duty, went with his icebreaker and his shovel and settled in for a long, miserable day of backbreaking work.
For nearly two hours, he hacked and cut and removed chunks of ice.
To no avail.
Thinking that the blockage might be coming from further up the creek, he went and saw Duncan Blood, and together the two men examined Murder’s Creek deep into the Blood land. Yet there was nothing amiss on Duncan’s side either.
The two men returned to the lower field, and together they worked farther in under the North Road, following the creek up.
It was then that they found the blockage.
Neither Quinn nor Duncan knew what it was, or what it might have been, for the remains were rotten and stank of filth. Whether it had two or three heads, the men couldn’t tell. But they did count a total of six arms and two sets of legs.
They hooked chains to the corpse and dragged it out, the body half frozen in ice. Great chunks of it were missing, and there were teeth marks upon the bones.
Quinn went to the Cross Branch of Miskatonic University and brought back several professors, and soon the carcass was loaded on a flatbed and taken to the school.
It remains there still, tucked away in a vault beneath the science building. In the library, the most disturbing part of the find is still on display.
A weathered and water stained photograph of Quinn Hassel, upon the back of which was written one word: father.
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That is…not where this seemed to be going.