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Duncan Blood, Journal for 1911: Mother They say a mother’s love is unconditional. While I personally have not had such a relationship with my own mother, I know it to be true for others. I discovered what I consider to be the finest example of this on July 1. There were reports of a bear attacking some of the livestock near the northern border of town. Like everyone else, I took these reports seriously and went to investigate. Unlike my fellow townsmen, I traveled along the deep paths, searching the darker recesses of my property, as well as the islands in Blood Pond. I found the bear and his mate. As well as their children. The bear was a shifter, from a little-known tribe and one, to be perfectly honest, I thought had died out completely. His wife was none other than Charlene Coffin, who had left Cross nearly twenty years before. The family had built a home on the smallest of my islands, close enough to shore so the husband could hunt, far enough so that they could see anyone coming for them. Their home was rough-hewn but well-made. Within it, Charlene and her husband were raising their twins, a boy, and a girl, neither of whom were weened. One of the children, the girl, shifted as she fed, and Charlene smiled at me. “It’s why we don’t bother to clothe her when it’s time to eat,” she said. “The girl shifts whenever she’s at the teat.” Post Script: The shifters live on the island still, and, damn them, occasionally take some of my sheep. Still, I’ve had worse neighbors. #horror #CrossMassachusetts #monsters #supernatural #skulls #death #fear #evil #horrorobsessed #scary #ghosts #DuncanBlood

Duncan Blood, Journal for 1911: Nymphs Nymphs are rarely to be trusted at the best of times, and never when they have learned to adapt. I couldn’t establish why this particular group of Nymphs appeared in Cross. There are a few who live in the deeper parts of my woods, a group of naiads close to the islands of Blood Pond, and more than a few clans of dryads scattered through the entirety of Cross. So, I was more than a little concerned when the new group appeared as a traveling dance group attached to a carnival early in June. Several young men vanished over a course of a weekend, and while all eventually returned to their homes, the men were all gelded. None of them remembered anything other than going to the show. When I arrived at the carnival, I discovered the Nymphs. I told them to either cease their activities or to take their act further along the road. Anywhere other than Cross. Their response was an attempt to seduce me. I am an old man, and I have had my head turned by far greater beauty than theirs. I warned them once more, and they redoubled their efforts. All three died by my hands that night, and I burned their corpses as well. I dislike being ignored. #horror #CrossMassachusetts #monsters #supernatural #skulls #death #fear #evil #horrorobsessed #scary #ghosts #DuncanBlood

Duncan Blood Hello! I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about Duncan Blood these past few months. I hope, too, that you might be able to help me come to a decision. I’m planning on putting some of the Cross, Massachusetts posts into book form and I’d like to concentrate on Duncan. What I would like to know is, would you like to see this become a reality? Would you enjoy a collection of all things Duncan? Let me know what you think! I can’t tell you how much I enjoy writing about Duncan and how much I enjoy hearing your comments about him. Thank you! Nick #horror #CrossMassachusetts #monsters #supernatural #skulls #death #fear #evil #horrorobsessed #scary #ghosts #DuncanBlood

Huge shout out to @paranormalprincess7 for all the likes. 😁

Duncan Blood, Journal for 1911: Bodach agus Cailleach Not all the fairy folk in Cross contain themselves to my lands, or even to Gods’ Hollow. Occasionally, one or two will settle outside what might be considered safe borders. In August, I found not one, but three of the Irish hidden in a stretch of land off Gordon’s Way. I’m not sure when they had moved there, but when I discovered them, it seemed as though they had been there for at least thirty years, if not longer. They were a pair of Cailleach and a Bodach, old women and a man of the forest. None of them were pleased to see me, and, I confess, the feeling was mutual. The Irish have a tendency to stake out what they believe to be theirs and to defend it violently. These three were particularly frustrating. One of the women fired at me as soon as I stepped out of the tree-line. The other set their dog upon me. The dog, I am pleased to say, had far more sense than its mistress. He ran at me, caught my scent, and high-tailed it into the woods. When the three yelled at me in Irish, I returned the favor, adding a few invectives which were old before my father was born. That took them by surprise, and it was only then that I managed to move close enough to have a decent conversation with them. They were miserable, miserly old codgers, and had I been anyone other than myself, I would have ended up in their pot as meals for the next two days. As it was, we passed a fair amount of time complaining about the state of affairs in Ireland, and then I went on my way. They’re dangerous, and eventually, they’ll need killing. But not yet. #horror #CrossMassachusetts #monsters #supernatural #skulls #death #fear #evil #horrorobsessed #scary #ghosts #forest #Irish

Duncan Blood, Journal for 1911: Forest Mother All four of the Chambers’ children vanished on October 1st. Their parents were frantic, and it was the paternal grandfather who came to me on the third, asking if I would help. I did, of course, and I gathered as much information from the parents as I could. The children, I learned, were going to walk along the North Road and make their way into town to purchase candy. Shortly after they left, the father realized the eldest boy had left without his money. The father, being a good man, saddled his horse and rode out to catch up with his children. He did not find them, but he did find signs of a struggle. The children had been dragged off into Gods’ Hollow. Shortly after my arrival, the father brought me to the site of their disappearance, and I entered the Hollow by myself. It took me nearly half the day to find the children. When I did, it was another three hours before I could negotiate their release. The children had been taken by a Muma Pădurii, a Romanian Forest Mother. She needed them, she informed me, to serve her. I argued against it and was thankfully successful. I promised to assist her when needed, and she freed the children. The Chambers’ family was ecstatic to have their children safely returned, and I was as pleased as well. In all honesty, I would not have killed the Forest Mother to save the children. Her life is worth far too much. Even more than my own. #horror #CrossMassachusetts #monsters #supernatural #skulls #death #fear #evil #horrorobsessed #scary #ghosts #forest #mother #Romania

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A beaver damn on Blood Farm.

The creeping burial ground.

Italian children found off the coast of the Atlantic.

Charles and Eustace Hellas near Coffin Farm.

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