Werewolves In Wisconsin
Warning, this story could give you nightmares!
Ah autumn! For many it is the best time of the year. For many others it is a time when the paranormal intrudes upon daily life. I have had many "experiences" during the fall of the year that are simply unexplainable. Why? Maybe it is the moody, sulking sky, or bare branches brushing the horizon like webs of black lace. I know I feel totally "different" when fall arrives, it is a feeling I cannot even explain, but it is a "good" feeling. A feeling of quiet anticipation of things unknown.
The moon waxes and wanes and finally rises again huge, glorious, round and orange. Farmers work in their fields deep into the night, guided by the harvest moon.
The north wind howls like a hungry beast around the eaves, and it is time to start the wood stove to fend off the coming cold of winter. Summer is over, but its bounty is evident from the rows of canned goods on basement shelves. The delicious smell of cinnamon and apple pie fills the air, and lets not forget the sizzle of pork chops frying golden in the big old iron pan, seasoned to perfection. At night, there is a nip in the air and the sound of wild geese migrating south.
All these things remind me of fall, along with pumpkins, ghosts, goblins and of course Halloween. Another harbinger of fall....stories of things that have no logical explanation. The following account is such a story. The woman who told me this story swore it was the truth, and I have no reason not to believe her. She is and was a life long friend and I have never known her to make up things or lie. She is not a drinker or a drug user. The following story was told to me in her own words one cold winter's night. What she told me I was never able to forget. It sent a chill through me that night, and although it is now many years later, I still have nightmares about the incident she suffered through. As far as I know, I am the only person she ever told, and she wishes not to have her name revealed at this time.
( To the best of my knowledge I believe the following story to be a true account of an encounter with supernatural being.)
It was a month before Halloween when my husband dropped me off at the house we bought a month before. Located in northern Wisconsin, the house was isolated with no close neighbors and the nearest town many miles away. Just what we always wanted, or so we thought at the time.
The house itself was a gem, big and Victorian, it was my dream come true. It was built over a hundred years ago as a summer getaway for a wealthy lumber baron. Located on twenty beautiful acres, complete with horse barns and carriage houses which we planned to restore and convert to apartments, the house stood on a hill with a panoramic view of a river and a marshy area stretching out below. We knew plenty of people who would love to vacation at this beautiful location. We simply could not believe our good luck when we were informed of the unbelievable low price wanted for this property. My husband and I could easily afford the down payment, and would have everything completely paid for within the next 5 years. Although we did not and could not live there year round, we knew it was a good potential rental property, with a lucrative plan to start a bed and breakfast, taken care of by managers until we could live there on a permanent basis.
Even though the house was abandoned for many years, it was in excellent shape and only needed a good cleaning and some paint. The same thing could be said for the out buildings, and that fall day as I walked the grounds I once again marveled at how fortunate we were. I assumed lack of occupancy was due to the remote location of the house, it was the only thing that made any sense.
It has never bothered me to be alone, and being in that big, old, long unoccupied house by myself was not a problem for me at all. By my side was my faithful dog Shep, half wolf, half German Shepard, I felt well protected. My plan was to thoroughly clean the house, all the windows, inside and out, and then paint all the rooms in the house a soft, warm, light antique gold. I figured it would take a month to complete this and when it was done I wanted to have a Halloween party for our many friends interested in the house.
The house, large, square and three stories high had a lovely airing porch on the third floor. From that porch I had a bird's eye view of the river and marsh below, and I made up my mind that I would occupy the bedroom which opened with large French doors to that porch. Once again, I had to pinch myself. It seemed unreal that I owned this place.
I quickly cleaned and painted the bedroom, washed all the windows and huffed and puffed and moved in the newly acquired antique bedroom set which was bought to furnish the house. With the bedding in place and some beautiful antique prints on the wall, I was especially happy that night as I drifted off to sleep, with faithful Shep lying on the floor next to the bed.
The next morning started with a noisy thunder storm, and the patter of rain throughout the day. The weather did not dampen my spirits in the least. I cleaned the huge kitchen, delighting in the large old fashioned stove that worked to perfection. I had no plans to replace anything in the house and was extremely happy with the good working condition I found it all to be in. From the plumbing to electrical workings, from the roof, ( no rainy
leaks here) to the beautiful hardwood flooring through out the house, I began to wonder at the unlikelihood of it being in such good repair. It was like no one had ever lived there. There was not one sign of the normal wear and tear expected in a house of that age. Those first few days I wondered at this paradox, however, in the end, daily life and its demands turned my thoughts in other directions.
And so the days unfolded. I enjoyed the work immensely and the feeling of accomplishment that accompanied it. But it was the nights I longed for. I had moved a small daybed out onto the airing porch and laying there I would watch the moon rise and travel across the night sky. Stars twinkled so close they seemed to be at arm's length.
With Shep at my side I felt protected against the potential strangeness of the night, and enjoyed sleeping on the airing porch through the nocturnal passage of time until the chatter of chick-a-dees replaced the hooting of barn owls.
The days progressed in quiet accomplishment. Little by little the old house grew more beautiful. This was the place where I wanted to spend the rest of my life. The house seemed to come alive under my care, and I know it may sound strange, but I felt the house loved me for bringing it back to its former glory.
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A night of terror begins.....
It was the beginning of October when I noticed Shep to be acting somewhat strangely. If I did not know better, I would have guessed old Shep to be afraid of something. With his strange light blue wolf eyes, and his huge, heavily furred body, I had no idea what could possibly frighten Shep. Indeed, it was the other way around. And with good cause, for Shep would protect those he loved to the utmost of his ability. An ability honed and hardened, with the blood flowing through his veins being that of the feared timber wolves of old. I had no doubt that if provoked, Shep would easily kill to protect me.
It was a warm night, Indian summer's arrival, with the hum of crickets thick in the air, and the sound of frogs croaking from the marsh. The air was velvet, thick with humidity. Thunder rumbled low in the distance, with lightening licking the rim of the earth like a sly cat.
Sleeping on the airing porch I knew Shep and I would have to move our makeshift bed from the airing porch to the bedroom inside before the rain started. I closed my eyes for a few minutes more of sleep when I heard Shep whimper in a way totally foreign for him. Perhaps the approaching storm frightened him? Perhaps... nothing to worry about, dreams beckoned. A few minutes more, and then ....I was wide awake and heard a strange, howling growl that froze my blood in fear. No dream was this, for Shep was cowering at my feet, as frightened as I.
The night grew standstill quiet, with not the sound of a cricket, the croak of a frog or the whine of an annoying insect. Only the wind and the thunder in the distance made noise. All else was holding its breath in fear and apprehension. And then, once again came that strange, eerie howl in the night. It was not a wolf, not a coyote, not a bear, not a wild dog or boar, it was something else. Something much larger, much more dangerous. Something ...deadly, for that preternatural howl and growl gave warning. The chill racing up and down my spine.....gave warning, the hush of the night....gave warning, and Shep's cowering .....gave warning that something was out there, and that something could kill without impunity.
I found I was holding my breath and suddenly I could not breathe at all. My lungs had become paralyzed with fear. A fear old and ancient and somehow known before, from another place and another time. And then, I suddenly unfroze and almost fell to the ground as my arms and legs became rag doll limp. I simply collapsed and wondered how I would reach the safety of the bedroom and house.
My heart was beating fast and hard in my eardrums. And then by some unknown miracle I was breathing again. Air, sweet and cool and wonderful rushed into my lungs and helped me think more rationally for the next few moments, and I thought, perhaps I had not really heard that strange thing, just perhaps I was dreaming. Oh yes, that had to be it. For nothing human or animal could make such an ungodly sound. It must have been dreams and the thunder, somehow mixed up to produce that strange blood chilling howl.
Clouds scudded over the moon, casting the night into true darkness for a few moments
before the moon once again beamed down. It was then that I noticed the silver ribbon of river below. A scene I never sickened of and gazed down at during moon drenched nights.
All was quiet down by the river, only marsh grass swayed to the rhythm of the wind. I gazed longer, mesmerized by the moon's glow on the river water. It was in that next second that I noticed something very strange. By the water's edge something was crouched down drinking water. The moon disappeared behind a cloud, then came back again, illuminating the river brighter than before, and the next thing I saw made me want to faint, made me feel as if all the blood drained out of me at once. Standing and looking like a very muscular, 7 foot tall, hair covered man, was some kind of strange animal. And, then to make it even more frightening, this "thing" threw it's head back (a head that looked exactly like a wolf head) to sniff the wind, and then it howled, long and loud, with a strange echo. Exactly the same sound I had heard before!
Before that howl ended, I was back in the house with the door slammed shut. My mind was slipping into shock, but I managed to run through out the house slamming and locking shut doors and windows. Pure adrenaline coursed through my veins, never in my life had I been so scared. Never in my life had I seen such a bizarre being.
I raced back up to my bedroom to find Shep under the bed, shaking in fear. Never had Shep acted in that manner. It made me even more frightened to see him in such a state, because I knew that whatever I saw he sensed and it was dangerous. The worse thing of all is that I cannot imagine what a half wolf, half German Shepard dog would feel threatened by.
That night was the worst of my life. I heard the strange howl many more times. Shep jumped up in the bed next to me, and there we stayed until dawn, each shaking in fear, with the covers over our heads, too frightened to even draw a deep breath. As soon as it was bright day light, I left, only to return one other time to retrieve belongings.
There have been reports of werewolf sightings throughout the Wisconsin countryside. I never took these stories seriously. I figured these sightings had to be the product of an overactive imagination and too much beer. However, after this chilling experience, I began to think different.
That following winter we sold the property. We were offered a huge amount of money for the house and grounds, and so we took it. I never told anyone about my werewolf sighting. I did not want people to think I was crazy, but it was the sole reason I was willing to sell that beautiful house. There was no way I could find peace and safety there after what I saw and heard, and I figured that was the reason the house stood empty so much, because of what lurked down by the river and marsh.
Today no one lives in that beautiful house, which is confirmation to me that what I saw and heard that night was real. When we returned to get our belongings out of the house, poor old Shep shook with fear and refused to get out of the car. We packed up the few things we had in the house and left well before nightfall.
Author's Note: There are things that will never be explained, and I believe this episode is one of them. Now when I hear about bizarre things, I keep an open mind, and think "Yeah, maybe that person really is telling the truth." All I know is that when you witness the paranormal you are never really the same again. Maybe that is why the Bible tells us not to get involved with the occult? My friend told me that poor old Shep has never really been the same since either. It seems he is now afraid of his own shadow, and he has to sleep on the bed between her and her husband. Imagine this huge wolf dog being that afraid!
And so the story ends here, but if you should happen to find yourself in rural Wisconsin on a lonely country road with a full moon glowing through an autumn night, beware, you just never know what you might come across!