12/24 | The Letters
Dear Courtney,
My beloved I am quite shocked to hear that you are feeling ill! Why did you not tell me more of your ailments? I am quite starved from knowledge of your well-being! We are fiances, are we not? Thus we should tell each other everything. Marriage is a partnership, you know. I feel you will attempt to dismiss me by speaking of the cat killed by curiosity, but honestly, Courtney. I will not sit by, and allow you to suffer.
It's quite peculiar, however, that your parents retreated back to pure health once I departed. No matter. I'm positive it is just a coincidence. On the other hand, their timing is odd. As for our governor's death, that is quite awful! I received word of how he was killed, and frankly it seems like something a psychopath would do! He was locked in his study, was he not? That is strange. Who could've killed him? True, he did have several enemies such as half the population of Kinsale. The only problem is that no one would go that far. The only way that could be is if he took his own life, or if someone close to him committed this heinous crime.
As for why I write to you so late, there have been horrid things happening in Drogheda. They've been so horrid that I wanted to document everything. What I witnessed was a cascading catastrophe of nightmarish manslaughter.
It all started 3 days after I got your letter. I was sitting in my inn room worrying about you, and writing my first draft of my response. Suddenly William Cobb burst into my room going on and on about some beast he saw. He looked as though he had seen a ghost. His face was practically white, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were wide with terror. I handed him the bottle of whiskey to ease his nerves, and sure enough he spilled. Both the whiskey, and what he saw. I wrote down everything he said.
"It was horrible! It came out of nowhere, and launched itself onto the people in the square."
I asked him what it did, and William's response was truly troubling.
"Connor. It killed those people. The beast ripped them to shreds, tore people limb from limb, and mushed their corpses into paste. I'm lucky to have escaped with only a missing hand."
That's when I noticed that William's sleeve was red, and tied in a knot at the end. I inquired him about why he wasn't dead.
"The beast took one bite, and got repulsed. It's nose scrunched up, it screamed, and then ran away down Saint Columba Street. I'm not sure if it was because I'm not Irish."
I pleaded with him to describe the beast's appearance, but he refused. I gave up after he passed out from blood loss. Young Cobb is currently in the hospital. I've been investigating Saint Columba Street since the incident, researching mythical beasts, and looking into the victims. Do you wish to know what I have found, my dear Courtney?
Nothing.
Not a single shred of evidence. There have been no eyewitness accounts except for Willaim's. The police suspect William Cobb lied about the whole affair, murdered the people himself, and cut off his hand to hide his guilt. I found their accusations to be ridiculous. Who in their right mind would cut off their own hand? William Cobb is a level headed man, and would never do such a thing. My fondness of him is not impairing my judgment of his good character.
But the beast hasn't been the only peculiar occurrence as 24 young children have been kidnapped in the past 6 days. All have disappeared in similar circumstances, as well. All the children were getting something from outside their house. None of them live anywhere near each other, but most live here in Drogheda. If they didn't live in Drogheda, they lived near the city. Half of the victims were male, the other half female. All are at or around the age of 7. The police suspect them to be dead.
The most recent event has been a series of murders following no pattern. First an old bank teller, then the judge of Lady O'Sullivan's trial, an old lady who sells potatoes on the street, and finally a doctor who was working on William.
I wish I could provide more information, but I need to continue with my job. I cannot wait to return back home to Kinsale, marry you, and have everything return to normal. My pay for this will be spectacular.
My beloved I am quite shocked to hear that you are feeling ill! Why did you not tell me more of your ailments? I am quite starved from knowledge of your well-being! We are fiances, are we not? Thus we should tell each other everything. Marriage is a partnership, you know. I feel you will attempt to dismiss me by speaking of the cat killed by curiosity, but honestly, Courtney. I will not sit by, and allow you to suffer.
It's quite peculiar, however, that your parents retreated back to pure health once I departed. No matter. I'm positive it is just a coincidence. On the other hand, their timing is odd. As for our governor's death, that is quite awful! I received word of how he was killed, and frankly it seems like something a psychopath would do! He was locked in his study, was he not? That is strange. Who could've killed him? True, he did have several enemies such as half the population of Kinsale. The only problem is that no one would go that far. The only way that could be is if he took his own life, or if someone close to him committed this heinous crime.
As for why I write to you so late, there have been horrid things happening in Drogheda. They've been so horrid that I wanted to document everything. What I witnessed was a cascading catastrophe of nightmarish manslaughter.
It all started 3 days after I got your letter. I was sitting in my inn room worrying about you, and writing my first draft of my response. Suddenly William Cobb burst into my room going on and on about some beast he saw. He looked as though he had seen a ghost. His face was practically white, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were wide with terror. I handed him the bottle of whiskey to ease his nerves, and sure enough he spilled. Both the whiskey, and what he saw. I wrote down everything he said.
"It was horrible! It came out of nowhere, and launched itself onto the people in the square."
I asked him what it did, and William's response was truly troubling.
"Connor. It killed those people. The beast ripped them to shreds, tore people limb from limb, and mushed their corpses into paste. I'm lucky to have escaped with only a missing hand."
That's when I noticed that William's sleeve was red, and tied in a knot at the end. I inquired him about why he wasn't dead.
"The beast took one bite, and got repulsed. It's nose scrunched up, it screamed, and then ran away down Saint Columba Street. I'm not sure if it was because I'm not Irish."
I pleaded with him to describe the beast's appearance, but he refused. I gave up after he passed out from blood loss. Young Cobb is currently in the hospital. I've been investigating Saint Columba Street since the incident, researching mythical beasts, and looking into the victims. Do you wish to know what I have found, my dear Courtney?
Nothing.
Not a single shred of evidence. There have been no eyewitness accounts except for Willaim's. The police suspect William Cobb lied about the whole affair, murdered the people himself, and cut off his hand to hide his guilt. I found their accusations to be ridiculous. Who in their right mind would cut off their own hand? William Cobb is a level headed man, and would never do such a thing. My fondness of him is not impairing my judgment of his good character.
But the beast hasn't been the only peculiar occurrence as 24 young children have been kidnapped in the past 6 days. All have disappeared in similar circumstances, as well. All the children were getting something from outside their house. None of them live anywhere near each other, but most live here in Drogheda. If they didn't live in Drogheda, they lived near the city. Half of the victims were male, the other half female. All are at or around the age of 7. The police suspect them to be dead.
The most recent event has been a series of murders following no pattern. First an old bank teller, then the judge of Lady O'Sullivan's trial, an old lady who sells potatoes on the street, and finally a doctor who was working on William.
I wish I could provide more information, but I need to continue with my job. I cannot wait to return back home to Kinsale, marry you, and have everything return to normal. My pay for this will be spectacular.
Your exhausted lover,
Connor Dolan
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Sorry this was so late, shorter than I would like, and lacking in formal writing. To me it seems a little rushed, but whatever. Happy Holidays!
Sorry this was so late, shorter than I would like, and lacking in formal writing. To me it seems a little rushed, but whatever. Happy Holidays!
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