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* Sonicmuffin has already stated that as long as it is my own work I wouldn't get in trouble by copy pasting it from word pad. It was NOT copy pasted from another site because this is my own work. This doesn't go into too much detail about anything that might be considered gory, so I hope it doesn't scare anybody. None of this is actually real just as a tip so don't get too worked up about it. However, if it's really that scary I apologize in advance. (I'm sorry ) 
   Antoine de Beauterne had been given a strange commission. As the French king's personal gunman in the 1700s, he was used to carrying out the king's bidding. Antoine had participated in fox hunts, had trained the king's army, and had helped prepare France for battle, should the nation ever be attacked. 
   But he never expected to be asked to hunt down and kill some vicious wolf-like beast. The description of the beast was horrible-almost too horrible to be true. In fact, it sounded as if the stories of the beast had come from some gruesome version of a fairy tale.


   Still, Antoine knew the seriousness of his task as he approached the village of Gevaudan in the French Alps. Reports described a bloody spring in this small country town. As usual, the adults had sent the older peasant children into the rugged mountains surrounding the town to ten to the sheep and cattle. As was the custom, the children spent several days at a time there, bringing food, sleeping rolls, and other provisions with them. It had been a way of life in this part of France for several centuries.

   Only this year, some of the children didn't come back.


   One girl was found in a low green valley, beside a stream. Her heart had been completely torn from her chest.

   A young boy was found the next week in an isolated field. His throat had been viciously attacked, and he had been left to die of his bloody wound.


   Soon, a kind of hysteria grew in the village. The people no longer allowed their children to go outdoors, much less into the mountains. The people left the livestock untended in the field. And, as the townspeople cowered in terror, more reports of the beast kept coming.

   Apparently, the wolf-beast had devoured an old woman in the next town. It had killed a little boy who had been out playing with his sister. It had carried off a small child who had been sleeping in the shad of the trees.


   And the word spread, not only to the king's court in France, but the to neighboring countries as well. France soon became the mockery of nearby countries, especially England. France was too weak to protect its own people, the Englishmen said. Others said that the entire country would be destroyed by this legendary beast. The embarrassment was too much for the king to bear; therefore, he summoned Antoine to take care of the problem once and for all.

   Antoine had been in Gedaudan only a few hours when the townspeople, having heard of his mission, began knocking at the door of his room at the town's only inn.


   A peasant woman came calling first, telling an outrageous tale of how she had come face to face with the beast, and had lived, in spite of the encounter. She claimed to have seen the beast in the fields by her home. It walked on two legs, she said, like a human being, but its body was covered with rust-colored hair and it had a snout like a pig. It was as big as a donkey and had a long, bushy tail. The beast had scared off her dogs, the woman went on. There were a couple of cows grazing in her field, though, and one of them had used its horns to attack the beast. She said that the beast had taken off into the woods and had not bothered her since.

   Next, a priest knocked on his door, saying that the beast was surely a messenger of evil, sent to punish the people for their sins. A few peasants followed, claiming that witchcraft was involved and that the wolf was a human who somehow was being transformed into a beast.


   The stories sounded fantastic, even laughable, to Antoine. He was sure the creature was no more than an ordinary wolf and that the townspeople had allowed their imaginations to create preposterous tales.

   Antoine spent three months preparing for the hunt. He tried to learn all he could about the area and the beast. Then he drew maps, took short hikes around the town, and investigated the places where people claimed to have seen the creature. During those three months no additional attacks had happened, but the people still talked about the creature and they stayed indoors, allowing their livestock to roam free in the hills.


   One day Antoine received word from the king. The king wanted Antoine to do something soon. Rumors about the beast were running out of control. Antoine needed to organize the hunt before word spread any further.

   On a warm day in September, Antoine gathered together forty local hunters and twelve dogs. They headed from the village to a ravine where the beast had been sighted several times. He ordered some of the men to circle the ravine. With several of the more-trusted men, Antoine positioned himself at one side of a wide clearing. Then the men began banging the underbrush with clubs and sticks and blowing their horns. At the same time, they tightened the circle. If the beast was there, Antoine had told them, the noise would force it out.


   The men drew the circle tighter and tighter. Then the dogs began barking excitedly.

   The men unleashed the dogs. Antoine's heart beat hard. The dogs sensed something was there, but what?


   Suddenly, a wolf-like beast ran into the opening. It was much like the woman had described it: a huge wolf, but it walked on all fours instead of on two legs as she had claimed. Its fur was deep reddish-brown and was matted in places. Its eyes glowed a blood red. Antoine gasped as it opened its mouth and snarled at the dogs and men in front of it. White foam hung from its fangs.

   Then it turned wildly as if it suddenly realized it was trapped. His hands shaking, Antoine shouldered his gun and fired. The bullet hit the beast in its right shoulder. It fell, rolled back and forth in the dirt for a few seconds, and than lay still on the ground.

Antoine approached cautiously, wanting to be sure the animal was dead. From behind him, the other men walked slowly toward the creature.


   Suddenly , the creature rose up! It reared high in the air, growling a deep guttural growl. Then it lunged at Antoine. Just as the beast slashed its sharp claws toward Antoine's neck, another shot rang out. The bullet hit the beast in the thigh. It collapsed to the ground once again.

This time the men didn't stop firing. They shot the creature three times in the head to ensure its death.

   Upon closer inspection, the men discovered that the creature was indeed a type of wolf, an enormous dog-like animal measuring about six feet from nose to tail. Its head was huge and each of its fangs was about  an inch and a half long. Crying, "The beast is dead, the beast is dead," the men carried the animal into Gevaudan., where the people gathered around and cheered. 
   Antoine had the creature stuffed and he returned with it to the king's court. The countryside was declared safe for the people, especially for the children, once again.
   
But that was not the last Gevaudan would hear of the beast. The countryside was quiet for a time, until the cold winds of December set in. It was then that a young girl named Julienne Denis disappeared. Her brother reported that she had been behaving strangely. Even though the beast had been killed, she kept insisting that it still lived and that it would someday overcome her. In fact, she had become so terrified of the beast that it was all she seemed to talk about. No amount of comfort would ease her mind. 
   
Then, suddenly, she stopped talking about the animal-in fact, she stopped speaking completely. She became deeply troubled and would simply stare off into space as if she was in a trance. Then one icy night, she slipped out of the house completely unnoticed.
   
A week later they found what was left of her. Some bones, rags, and a few traces of her hair were found beside an icy stream. The snow around the grisly remains of her body was stained with her blood.

   
Her brother was sure it was the work of the beast once again-a different beast to be sure, but a beast all the same. And this one was even more evil and treacherous than the last. He swore revenge on the creature. He was going to make sure this creature was dead once and for all.
   
A number of the townspeople feared that the beast had returned to plague them once again, so they joined him in his hunt. One, a Jean Chastel, was reluctantly accepted by the band of hunters. He was a strange man. He lived almost like a wild animal himself in a small shack in the woods. But the revengeful brother accepted his help and was intrigued by Chastel's knowledge of the creature. Chastel claimed that the creature wasn't just a wild beast, but instead was the image of evil itself. There was only one way to rid the country of this ferocious wild creature, Chastel claimed. It had to be killed with a silver bullet. And he loaded his gun with two of them just to be sure. 
   
Once again, the hunters brought their dogs and their clubs. They formed a circle as Antoine had shown them and pounded the ground near the spot where Julienne's remains had been found in the snow. They pounded for more than three hours. But strangely, Chastel didn't join them in their pounding. Instead, he read prayers loudly from his prayer book, his gun at the ready by his side. 
   Suddenly, just as the men where about to give up and move to another area, there was a rustling sound. The dogs began barking, straining at their leashes. The men let them go and they ran to a patch of low bushes. 
   
In a flash, a wolf-shaped animal, this one bigger than before, leapt from the shadows. The beast bared its fangs, which this time dripped with blood. Its eyes were a hideous yellow. As soon as the beast appeared, an overpowering stench of decay filled the air. 
   
Julienne's brother was amazed when Chastel stood by calmly, refusing to acknowledge the creature in front of him. Chastel finished his prayer as the creature growled at the dogs. Then he put the book aside and raised his rifle.

   
A single shot rang out. The silver bullet pierced the animal's forehead, right between its eyes. As the beast fell to the ground, Chastel simply said, "Good has overcome. You will kill no more."
   
No such beasts were seen in the French countryside ever again. No one, not even Chastel himself, could explain what the beast was or where it had come from. And no one really knew if just two beasts had existed, or if several of the them were still hiding in the hills. The townspeople of Gevaudan did know one thing: Chastel had been right. The beast was an incredibly evil animal. But a silver bullet-and the power of Chastel's prayers-finally killed the creature.

   
Only one grisly reminder lingered.
   
The spot where the beast fell dead remained bare. A large dusty spot, shaped like the beast's body, could be seen in the field where it had died. Although many tried to make grass grow there, the earth seemed to be forever fouled and refused to yield life where the beast had died its horrible death.


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* Sonicmuffin has already stated that as long as it is my own work I wouldn't get in trouble by copy pasting it from word pad. It was NOT copy pasted from another site because this is my own work. This doesn't go into too much detail about anything that might be considered gory, so I hope it doesn't scare anybody. None of this is actually real just as a tip so don't get too worked up about it. However, if it's really that scary I apologize in advance. (I'm sorry ) 
   Antoine de Beauterne had been given a strange commission. As the French king's personal gunman in the 1700s, he was used to carrying out the king's bidding. Antoine had participated in fox hunts, had trained the king's army, and had helped prepare France for battle, should the nation ever be attacked. 
   But he never expected to be asked to hunt down and kill some vicious wolf-like beast. The description of the beast was horrible-almost too horrible to be true. In fact, it sounded as if the stories of the beast had come from some gruesome version of a fairy tale.


   Still, Antoine knew the seriousness of his task as he approached the village of Gevaudan in the French Alps. Reports described a bloody spring in this small country town. As usual, the adults had sent the older peasant children into the rugged mountains surrounding the town to ten to the sheep and cattle. As was the custom, the children spent several days at a time there, bringing food, sleeping rolls, and other provisions with them. It had been a way of life in this part of France for several centuries.

   Only this year, some of the children didn't come back.


   One girl was found in a low green valley, beside a stream. Her heart had been completely torn from her chest.

   A young boy was found the next week in an isolated field. His throat had been viciously attacked, and he had been left to die of his bloody wound.


   Soon, a kind of hysteria grew in the village. The people no longer allowed their children to go outdoors, much less into the mountains. The people left the livestock untended in the field. And, as the townspeople cowered in terror, more reports of the beast kept coming.

   Apparently, the wolf-beast had devoured an old woman in the next town. It had killed a little boy who had been out playing with his sister. It had carried off a small child who had been sleeping in the shad of the trees.


   And the word spread, not only to the king's court in France, but the to neighboring countries as well. France soon became the mockery of nearby countries, especially England. France was too weak to protect its own people, the Englishmen said. Others said that the entire country would be destroyed by this legendary beast. The embarrassment was too much for the king to bear; therefore, he summoned Antoine to take care of the problem once and for all.

   Antoine had been in Gedaudan only a few hours when the townspeople, having heard of his mission, began knocking at the door of his room at the town's only inn.


   A peasant woman came calling first, telling an outrageous tale of how she had come face to face with the beast, and had lived, in spite of the encounter. She claimed to have seen the beast in the fields by her home. It walked on two legs, she said, like a human being, but its body was covered with rust-colored hair and it had a snout like a pig. It was as big as a donkey and had a long, bushy tail. The beast had scared off her dogs, the woman went on. There were a couple of cows grazing in her field, though, and one of them had used its horns to attack the beast. She said that the beast had taken off into the woods and had not bothered her since.

   Next, a priest knocked on his door, saying that the beast was surely a messenger of evil, sent to punish the people for their sins. A few peasants followed, claiming that witchcraft was involved and that the wolf was a human who somehow was being transformed into a beast.


   The stories sounded fantastic, even laughable, to Antoine. He was sure the creature was no more than an ordinary wolf and that the townspeople had allowed their imaginations to create preposterous tales.

   Antoine spent three months preparing for the hunt. He tried to learn all he could about the area and the beast. Then he drew maps, took short hikes around the town, and investigated the places where people claimed to have seen the creature. During those three months no additional attacks had happened, but the people still talked about the creature and they stayed indoors, allowing their livestock to roam free in the hills.


   One day Antoine received word from the king. The king wanted Antoine to do something soon. Rumors about the beast were running out of control. Antoine needed to organize the hunt before word spread any further.

   On a warm day in September, Antoine gathered together forty local hunters and twelve dogs. They headed from the village to a ravine where the beast had been sighted several times. He ordered some of the men to circle the ravine. With several of the more-trusted men, Antoine positioned himself at one side of a wide clearing. Then the men began banging the underbrush with clubs and sticks and blowing their horns. At the same time, they tightened the circle. If the beast was there, Antoine had told them, the noise would force it out.


   The men drew the circle tighter and tighter. Then the dogs began barking excitedly.

   The men unleashed the dogs. Antoine's heart beat hard. The dogs sensed something was there, but what?


   Suddenly, a wolf-like beast ran into the opening. It was much like the woman had described it: a huge wolf, but it walked on all fours instead of on two legs as she had claimed. Its fur was deep reddish-brown and was matted in places. Its eyes glowed a blood red. Antoine gasped as it opened its mouth and snarled at the dogs and men in front of it. White foam hung from its fangs.

   Then it turned wildly as if it suddenly realized it was trapped. His hands shaking, Antoine shouldered his gun and fired. The bullet hit the beast in its right shoulder. It fell, rolled back and forth in the dirt for a few seconds, and than lay still on the ground.

Antoine approached cautiously, wanting to be sure the animal was dead. From behind him, the other men walked slowly toward the creature.


   Suddenly , the creature rose up! It reared high in the air, growling a deep guttural growl. Then it lunged at Antoine. Just as the beast slashed its sharp claws toward Antoine's neck, another shot rang out. The bullet hit the beast in the thigh. It collapsed to the ground once again.

This time the men didn't stop firing. They shot the creature three times in the head to ensure its death.

   Upon closer inspection, the men discovered that the creature was indeed a type of wolf, an enormous dog-like animal measuring about six feet from nose to tail. Its head was huge and each of its fangs was about  an inch and a half long. Crying, "The beast is dead, the beast is dead," the men carried the animal into Gevaudan., where the people gathered around and cheered. 
   Antoine had the creature stuffed and he returned with it to the king's court. The countryside was declared safe for the people, especially for the children, once again.
   
But that was not the last Gevaudan would hear of the beast. The countryside was quiet for a time, until the cold winds of December set in. It was then that a young girl named Julienne Denis disappeared. Her brother reported that she had been behaving strangely. Even though the beast had been killed, she kept insisting that it still lived and that it would someday overcome her. In fact, she had become so terrified of the beast that it was all she seemed to talk about. No amount of comfort would ease her mind. 
   
Then, suddenly, she stopped talking about the animal-in fact, she stopped speaking completely. She became deeply troubled and would simply stare off into space as if she was in a trance. Then one icy night, she slipped out of the house completely unnoticed.
   
A week later they found what was left of her. Some bones, rags, and a few traces of her hair were found beside an icy stream. The snow around the grisly remains of her body was stained with her blood.

   
Her brother was sure it was the work of the beast once again-a different beast to be sure, but a beast all the same. And this one was even more evil and treacherous than the last. He swore revenge on the creature. He was going to make sure this creature was dead once and for all.
   
A number of the townspeople feared that the beast had returned to plague them once again, so they joined him in his hunt. One, a Jean Chastel, was reluctantly accepted by the band of hunters. He was a strange man. He lived almost like a wild animal himself in a small shack in the woods. But the revengeful brother accepted his help and was intrigued by Chastel's knowledge of the creature. Chastel claimed that the creature wasn't just a wild beast, but instead was the image of evil itself. There was only one way to rid the country of this ferocious wild creature, Chastel claimed. It had to be killed with a silver bullet. And he loaded his gun with two of them just to be sure. 
   
Once again, the hunters brought their dogs and their clubs. They formed a circle as Antoine had shown them and pounded the ground near the spot where Julienne's remains had been found in the snow. They pounded for more than three hours. But strangely, Chastel didn't join them in their pounding. Instead, he read prayers loudly from his prayer book, his gun at the ready by his side. 
   Suddenly, just as the men where about to give up and move to another area, there was a rustling sound. The dogs began barking, straining at their leashes. The men let them go and they ran to a patch of low bushes. 
   
In a flash, a wolf-shaped animal, this one bigger than before, leapt from the shadows. The beast bared its fangs, which this time dripped with blood. Its eyes were a hideous yellow. As soon as the beast appeared, an overpowering stench of decay filled the air. 
   
Julienne's brother was amazed when Chastel stood by calmly, refusing to acknowledge the creature in front of him. Chastel finished his prayer as the creature growled at the dogs. Then he put the book aside and raised his rifle.

   
A single shot rang out. The silver bullet pierced the animal's forehead, right between its eyes. As the beast fell to the ground, Chastel simply said, "Good has overcome. You will kill no more."
   
No such beasts were seen in the French countryside ever again. No one, not even Chastel himself, could explain what the beast was or where it had come from. And no one really knew if just two beasts had existed, or if several of the them were still hiding in the hills. The townspeople of Gevaudan did know one thing: Chastel had been right. The beast was an incredibly evil animal. But a silver bullet-and the power of Chastel's prayers-finally killed the creature.

   
Only one grisly reminder lingered.
   
The spot where the beast fell dead remained bare. A large dusty spot, shaped like the beast's body, could be seen in the field where it had died. Although many tried to make grass grow there, the earth seemed to be forever fouled and refused to yield life where the beast had died its horrible death.


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Um Off Topic : Shouldn't this go in the Stories / Simulations / Art section as you wrote it yourself,

Besides that was one creepy creepy pasta. -___-
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Besides that was one creepy creepy pasta. -___-
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