Allow me to tell you about a legend of my town, town of blood, as they call it. I 've heard older people calling it that. 300 hundred years ago, 1700, precisely, this town was a witness to a great evil. Something, so scary, that even the bravest of people would shiver telling you. A woman was pregnant. Her name was Lindsey. She was very thrilled to become a mother. She always wanted a little son. "I will name him Will. My little Willie." She used to say.
On the day of her labor, the weather was going really bad. Clouds were gray, and the sky was black. The wind was stronger than ever. That day is also known for the greatest storm in the city's history.
She started going into labor around midnight. Unfortunately, labor got complicated. Doctors couldn't do anything, and poor little Willie was born dead. The doctor said he choked inside the uterus. Legend says, that night you could hear her screaming. Screaming to chill the bones. She was screaming My little Willie. After some time, the screaming stopped
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On the next morning, a man working in the field, found her hanging from an oak tree. Words „My little Willie" were carved into the wood. Judging from an autopsy, she did it with her nails. They buried her the next day, along with Willie.
The city was peaceful for some time. Until infants started to disappear. Nobody knew or saw anything. Infants would disappear from homes, but nobody saw nothing. There would be no signs of entrance or breaking in.
Next time it happened, people of the town wanted revenge. They blamed the local man who lived alone. An angry mob lynched him and buried him in the forest.
But, the disappearings didn't stop. Quite the opposite. They were more often. Nobody knew who was responsible. People started to look for bodies or at least some proof where the children could be. They searched everywhere, even the forest, graveyard. Everywhere.
But there was one place they didn't search. Lindsey's old house.
What they found in that house, left people speechless for years, some even committed suicide, and some lost their mind. They found all the infants, rounded in the corner, strangled, and on the wall was a sentence written with nails. "My little Willies."
They gave the infants a proper funeral, and with the help of the priest, they managed to keep Lindsey's ghost away. No disappearings were reported since then.
But some people claim she never left.
Some say she still wanders around, some even claim they 've seen her.
Others say they can still hear her. Crying, sobbing, and screaming „My little Willie".
