CLIQUEZ SI TU OSES !! 6 histoires effrayantes et dérangeantes pour Halloween

Outside, a cool breeze tickled those who dared to walk in the street, but at the corner of the fire, Mr. Blanc and his son were playing chess, while the mother of the child was knitting in a chair. With this time, I think Maurice will not come. Concentrate on the game, you will lose. Why did we decide to live in this cursed place? Checkmate! Ha ha! The sound of the gate was heard. It's him, I did not believe it anymore. Here is Sergeant Major Maurice. It's a pleasure to meet you. Mr. Blanc told me a lot about you. Sit by the fire, warm up. Would you like something to drink, Major? Thank you for your hospitality. Their reunion was very pleasant. They talked about their common memories, before the Major went on a mission abroad. Maybe the whiskey gave him the effect, because the stories of the Major became more and more melancholic. I left this world 20 years ago. I would have liked to go to India and know this exotic place. Shut up! You were better here. Tell us again about this leg of monkey that you mentioned in your letters. A leg of monkey? I brought it with me. At first glance, it may look like a banal memory, but appearances are often misleading. Where did Jesus come from? The woman backed away, amazed. But what is so special about him? A great Indian fakir cast a spell on him a long time ago. He wanted to prove that it is fate that decides the lives of men. And that by trying to intervene, man could only attract evil. The first three people to own the leg of monkey will be able to see three of their wishes come true. And why don't you try it yourself? I already did. And did the leg make your wishes come true? Yes, the Major answered in a sinister tone. Did anyone else see his dreams come true before you? Yes, my boss, Colonel Graham. His last wish was to die. And that's how I got the leg. If your wishes have already been fulfilled, why do you keep the leg for yourself? I'm an idiot. I thought I could sell it to someone. But even the most stupid people wouldn't want to buy this object, thinking I was lying. Suddenly, the Major threw his leg into the fire. No! Mr. Blanc pulled the leg from the flames. It would have been better to let it burn. If you don't want it anymore, I can keep it. My wish was to destroy it. If you want to keep it, do as you please. But don't accuse me of what could happen. I want to keep it, but how does it work? Just hold it in your right hand and say out loud what you want to ask it. But there will be consequences, I assure you. Mr. Blanc was delighted to have recovered the leg. At dinner, the mysterious atmosphere had dissipated and the atmosphere was more pleasant. At the time of departure, the Major greeted his friend, giving him one last piece of advice. Choose your wishes carefully. Just after the Major's departure, the whole family reacted to the strange moment that had just passed. If the story of the leg is true, just like the other adventures he told during dinner, it is a really incredible object. Now I have to think about my wishes. Ask to become an emperor, then stop being dominated by your wife. His mother ran to the boy to whip him, but he managed to dodge him, laughing at the throat deployed. It's not easy. I already have everything I want, health and a happy family. So at least ask to pay the mortgage of our house, which is 200 pounds, if I'm not mistaken. It costs nothing to try. I want 200 pounds. As soon as he had made his request, Mr. Blanc screamed and let go of his face, frightened. She fell to the ground. She moved in my hand. One would have said a snake, and one of the fingers seemed to be twisted. If you say so, but I don't see any money. The father and the son smoked the pipe before going to bed. The Major says that the wishes of Mr. Blanc are not true. The object of our desire appears naturally, even if it may seem like a coincidence. It was a fun evening, father, but I'm going to bed. It's already late and I have to work tomorrow. The next day, Mr. Blanc's family had breakfast, laughing at having been so naive and believing the Major. Be careful, father, when you go out. Your 200 pounds are in your pocket. Very funny. You may not believe me, but the pipe moved in my hand, just after I made my request. Yes, of course, dear. said she, laughing. I'm going to bed. The next day, Mr. Blanc's family had breakfast, laughing at having been so naive and believing the Major. It was a fun evening, father, but I'm going to bed. It's already late and I have to work tomorrow. said she, laughing. Mr. Blanc stopped smiling and decided to read the newspaper, being more than sure of what had happened. In the middle of the afternoon, Mrs. Blanc saw two men by the window in front of her house, the residents. They finally decided to knock on the door of the Blanc family and were welcomed by Mrs. Blanc. We are here on behalf of Moe and Meggins. Did something happen to my son? Unfortunately, we do not bring you good news. My God, what happened? Tell me, finally! A terrible accident occurred and your son was swallowed by the machine. Everything happened too fast. He did not suffer. Mrs. Blanc fell to her knees, supported by her husband. But what followed left Mr. Blanc speechless. The company is not responsible for the accident, but it would like to be able to compensate for the grief of your family by a substantial amount. It was at this moment that Mr. Blanc, shocked, felt an intense shiver along his spine. Frightened, he gathered his courage and asked the question. How much is this sum worth? 200 pounds! When Mr. Blanc heard the figure, he fainted. The burial of the young man took place at the new cemetery, a few kilometers from the house of the Blanc family. It was a simple and discreet ceremony. The couple, still very shocked, returned home. The road was long, but they were not in a hurry to return. They knew that the pain of not finding their son at home would be unbearable. The following days, melancholy seized Mr. and Mrs. Blanc. The couple barely exchanged a few words. The days seemed longer. It had already been several weeks since their son had died, and at night, the couple, asleep, looked at the ceiling above the bed. Suddenly, Mrs. Blanc jumped. Her husband screamed, frightened. The monkey's paw! She got up, quickly got out of her bed, surprising her husband. Where is the paw? Mrs. Blanc was desperately looking for the paw in the room. I want the paw! You still haven't destroyed it! She is in the first drawer of the dresser. Mrs. Blanc found the paw where her husband had put it. Thank God! She grabbed it with both hands, looking at her with crazy eyes. How could we not think of it earlier? What? We still have two wishes! It's stupid. All this was just a terrible coincidence. Grab the paw and start again! What? Are you crazy? Ask him to bring us back our son! It's been ten days since he died! I didn't want to tell you, but he was so disfigured that I could only recognize him thanks to his clothes. It doesn't matter! I want to find my son! Mr. Blanc grabbed the paw, terrified. Tell him now! As he had said the first time, he grabbed the paw and said, I want my son to come back to life! He felt the paw move again, and he let it go, frightened. Emptied of his strength, he sat in his armchair. His wife, won by madness, looked out the window, waiting for her son. After a while, nothing had happened yet. Mr. Blanc felt relieved because he feared what could have happened. He carried his wife in his arms. He carried his wife in his room, trying to comfort her. It's sad, my dear, but this paw is nothing but a fable. The couple returned to their room without saying a word and lay down in their bed. They spent a moment in their bed, thinking it was stupid to think that the paw of an animal could have brought their son back. Suddenly, there was a strange noise in the house. Mrs. Blanc was agitated. What is it? I don't know, probably. I saw a big one this morning. The couple heard a noise again. This time, it seemed to come from the door of the house. It's our son! He's back! Mr. Blanc, frightened, tried to hold his wife in his arms, begging her not to say such irrational things. It's logical that it took him so long to get there. The cemetery is several kilometers away. What his wife said made sense. Mr. Blanc was shaking, because he didn't know at all in what state his son would return. After all, the Major had told them that the paw would curse anyone who tried to change his fate. An even more intense knock rang at the door. Mrs. Blanc ran to open the door. She tried to put the key in the lock, but her hands were shaking with emotion, making the task more difficult. Please, don't open the door. Mrs. Blanc was struggling with the lock, which seemed to be blocked, delaying her reunion with her son. Mr. Blanc was overwhelmed by terror. He was petrified at the idea that the decomposed corpse of his son could pass through the door like a living dead. In a desperate gesture, he went to get the leg of the monkey that had fallen to the ground. And he made his last wish. Mrs. Blanc opened the door. And a chilling cry invaded the house. She bowed her head and sighed with disappointment. To the great relief of her husband. She grabbed the lamp and, gathering all her courage, looked at what was outside. The road that passed in front of the house was calm and empty. A samurai accompanied his dying wife's last moments. The doctors had told her that she would not see another day rise. His wife was still young, but she was not afraid of the end. Her greatest concern was that her husband could marry another woman after his death. My dear wife, tell me what I can do to relieve your suffering. I'm afraid you'll find another woman who will win your heart and erase the memories you have of our love. I swear that no one will replace you in my heart. The oath of a samurai is an extremely serious thing, and it will not be taken lightly. I want to be sure that you will not remarry as soon as I leave this world. You have my word. I will never marry another woman. The young woman was delighted, because her husband was an honorable man and had always kept his promise. I would like you to bury me in the garden, under my favorite plum tree. So I will always stay close to you. As expected, the young woman did not spend the night. During her wife's vigil, the samurai placed the bell she used during his Buddhist rituals next to her body. He thought she would have surely appreciated his attention. The samurai's wife was buried according to his last wishes, in the shade of the plum tree in his garden. A great sadness engulfed the samurai's heart. For a long time, he mourned the death of his beloved. For more than a year, the samurai remained mournful and did not notice that he was the target of several suitors. But he kept his promise and did not consider finding another woman. The samurai was called to his master's palace, who had received complaints about marriage proposals that he had refused, coming from other families of honorable samurai. You are the only son of a line of warriors who served this clan for centuries. It is therefore your duty to preserve your family and to prolong the history of your ancestors. I have a perfect woman to propose to you. She is beautiful, sweet and comes from an honorable family. Thanks to her, you will have heirs who will bear the name of your family. The samurai did not want to fail his duties to his master and his family, so he agreed to marry again. Even if he was only doing his duty, the samurai broke the promise he had made to his first wife. It was already at night when his new wife woke up to the sound of the garden bell. Her husband was sleeping soundly after his long day. She then decided to go see what had produced the sound. She went to the balcony, in case of noise. But when she reached the garden, the bell stopped ringing. The next day, the samurai told his wife that he should leave for the night, because he was in charge of leading the night guards to his master's castle. When she saw her husband leave, the young woman felt a point of anxiety at the idea of ​​having to spend the night alone in this house. After returning for a moment to her bed, she finally managed to fall asleep. Midnight had already passed when she woke up again to the sound of the bell. The young woman heard the noise approaching. The door of the room opened and the silhouette of a woman with hair appeared on her face. The young woman tried to scream to escape, but she was completely paralyzed. The visitor approached her. This house belongs to me! This is my last warning! Leave this house or you will die! The next day, the samurai found his wife crying, begging him to allow her to return to her family, because the ghost of his previous wife was threatening her. Don't worry, you must have had a nightmare. It wasn't a nightmare, I saw it with my own eyes. Tonight, I will leave two of my men with you, you will be safe. When night came, the samurai said goodbye to his wife, leaving her with his two guards. At nightfall, the young woman went to her room, the two guards playing to pass the time. It was already late when the bell began to ring. The guards saw the coming through the room, but as if by magic, they were totally paralyzed. The old woman entered the room of her rival, and the guards heard screams of terror. I told you it was my last warning! When the samurai returned home, the guards were asleep and a gigantic trace of blood revealed to him that something horrible had happened. The husband was horrified to find his wife's body without a head, which seemed to have been torn apart. The samurai woke up his guards by screaming, falling to his knees. The men described to the samurai the terrifying scene they had witnessed, and they also told him about the supernatural creature responsible for this crime. Suddenly, the sound of a bell was heard in the garden. The samurai opened the door and saw a silhouette under the meadow. He approached and saw that it was his ex-wife. In her hand, she held the head of the poor woman. You promised me that you would never let another woman take my place! She was innocent, she did not deserve to know such an end. When a samurai does not keep his promise, he must be ready to face terrible consequences. You are an abominable creature! The samurai was found guilty. If he had kept his promise, nothing would have happened, and the innocent young woman would still be alive. Embarrassed, the samurai chose to follow the only path that seemed worthy to him. Hell is a place where suffering and despair predominate, but it has always attracted many men. No work has consolidated the image of hell in popular imagination as Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy. Dante's journey to hell began when he found himself in a dark forest infested with beasts. Dante met the spirit of Virgil, the most virtuous of the Roman poets, who guided him on his journey through the nine circles of hell. The entrance to hell was vast and did not have doors or obstacles. A large inscription indicated this, You who enter here, lose all hope. The geography of hell was unique. It looked like a large crater in the shape of a funnel. It was said that this crater came from an impact produced when Lucifer fell from heaven. To reach the bottom of hell, one had to cross several levels, known as the circle of hell. The further the souls went, the more terrible the punishments were. Before entering the first circle, one found the antechamber of evil, known as the vestibule of hell. This is where the undecided and the cowards met. They went neither to heaven nor to hell, but spent their days being tormented by the goblins, the flesh of their feet being devoured by the worms. Then a crowd was gathered on the banks of the Vacheron river, waiting for the passer-by Charon to take care of their transfer. He shouted, Souls of Amnes, I will come to get you so that you suffer eternal punishment. After crossing them, the souls were presented to Minos, the judge of hell, who assigned them a penalty according to their age and chose the circle to which they should be sent. Minos enveloped the condemned men with his snake-tail, the number of turns his tail made, thus indicating the circle in question. The first circle was known as Limbo. It was the place for the unbaptized souls and also for the virtuous pagans such as Homer, Caesar and Horace, among others. One did not suffer there and there was no cry of pain. Only the sighs of despair were audible, regretting not having known the illumination of the Creator and having been deprived of a divine destiny. The second circle was reserved for the impudent and the lubricant and it was known as the Valley of the Wind. People resided there such as Cleopatra or Paris. Just as she had done in life, her souls let the passions invade them. In hell, they were continually pushed by the winds, struck and carried away by the whirlwinds. The lost souls of the sequels of Love and Pleasure, far from reason, were far from being the only ones to be present there. In the third circle, an icy rain continuously beat the ground, poisonous and eternal. A huge beast stood out in this place. It was Cerberus, the giant three-headed dog that constantly barked thanks to its three heads. The circle was reserved for those who abused their penchant for gluttony. Gluttons were immobilized by the mud generated by their own vomiting, while being bitten, clipped and torn by infernal beasts. The fourth circle was reserved for the prodigal and the greedy, the spendthrift and the cupid. In fact, all of them had been caught differently by the sin of avarice. They would spend eternity exchanging money bags from one to the other, exchanging insults, testifying of their opposite nature. Some shouted, « Why do you keep all this? » while others answered, « Why do you waste all this? » At the level of the fifth circle, a large cascade of boiling blood flowed into the river Styx. In the water of the river were the angry and the bloodthirsty, who tried to evacuate their eternal rage by attacking each other. At the bottom of the river, there were the vindictive. They tried to scream, but only bubbles reached the surface. The city of Dys divided Hell. To protect the Great Door, there were the three Erin, also known as Furir, as well as the fallen angels. Dys marked the separation between the sins committed without malicious intent and the sins committed diligently and intentionally. The next circle, terrible, was the cemetery of the fire of the heretics. In the open graves were those who had not believed in the existence of the gods and rejected their teachings, dragging other sinners against the grace of God. They burned in the flames that licked their bodies in their graves. Then, there was the valley of Phlegeton, the seventh circle which was divided into three. In the first part, near the ruins of Crete, one could see the terrifying Minotaur, creature half-man, half-bull. At the bottom of the valley, it was in a river of blood that were those who were punished for having committed violent crimes. On the banks of the river, centaurs used their arrows to strike criminals. The more terrible the crimes were, the more the sinner had to be immersed. Otherwise, he was punished by the centaurs. The next valley was reserved for the suicides, those who had waited for their own life. These people were transformed into twisted trees, forming a sinister and frightening forest. On their branches, no fruit grew. Only poisoned thorns grew. Dark harpies had made their nests and devoured the leaves up to their throats, causing atrocious pain in their homes. A long moan was constantly resonating in the valley. Closing this circle, the abominable sands welcomed the fishermen who had to be placed in a desert of hot sand, under a rain of fire. Those who had been violent towards the gods, like the blasphemers, were sent there, lying on the burning sand. The sodomites were forced to run in the desert non-stop and the usuriers were forced to sit on the flames. The eighth circle was reserved for the fraudsters of all kinds. This circle was known as Malbolge and was divided into ten pits. In the first, there were the seducers and deviants who had misled their loved ones to satisfy their aspirations. They were harassed night and day by horny demons. In the next pit, there were the flatterers and the flagonners, plunged into the mud and excrements. People who had spent their lives deceiving others with their false praises would spend eternity immersed in their own dejection. In the third pit, there were those who practiced simony, buried their heads down. Only their legs were visible, serving as candles. They were cut off and were guilty of selling salvation, positions in the clergy or false relics. In the fourth pit, there were the deviants who claimed to know the future, which only God was able to do. In the fifth pit, the corrupt were cooked in a lake of boiling mud. Trying to reach the surface, they were attacked by demons who forced them to dive back. The hypocrites were in the sixth pit, and even if they wore beautiful robes, they were as heavy as lead. Maintaining their appearance was their real burden. In this pit, one could see the body of Caiaphas, nailed to the ground, who had advised the Pharisees to crucify Jesus. In the seventh pit, the thieves were attacked by the snakes who stole their human attributes. The ninth pit was the place of the malicious counselors who guided other people towards fraud and corruption. The summers of discord were stabbed by demons in the ninth pit, reserved for those who divided families, fed social conflicts and waited for the unity of the Church. And finally, the last pit was the place of all the falsifiers, plagued by disease and plague. Since they had falsified, lied and pretended, they suffered various afflictions In the ninth and last circle of hell, we found the lake Cossit, known as the lake of lamentation. Contrary to what one might imagine, the deepest place buried in hell was not the hottest, but the most glacial because of Lucifer's wings. In the water of the frozen lake, only the torsos and the heads of the traitors were visible. In the water of the frozen lake, there were tears frozen by the cold as they cried in despair. These traitors were divided into four classes, those who had betrayed their families, those who had betrayed their homeland, those who had lacked hospitality, and those who had betrayed their masters. In the center of the ninth circle resided Lucifer, the greatest of all traitors who had betrayed God. He too was a prisoner of ice and he devoured the three greatest traitors in history, Judas, Brutus and Cassius. At the bottom of the last circle, Dante and Virgil found the passage leading to purgatory. In ancient Japan, there was a man who had always been lucky in life. He was born into a good family and had inherited the title of samurai. One day, feeling tired, he tied his horse to a stone and lay on it to sleep. But the samurai woke up, surprised by the howling of his horse. The animal had been baptized and was transported by an ant to a small hole in the stone. The samurai caught the horse by the tail but ended up falling under the spell that made him baptized, just like his animal. The samurai and the horse then undertook a mystical journey in another spiritual universe. They arrived in an obscure place, not knowing where they could be. They found large fields of rice where many workers worked under the egipt of the demons. This place was the Kingdom of Nice, the most terrifying Japanese demon. A great red demon appeared to the samurai. It was probably the demon lord. Thinking very quickly, the man had an idea. He bowed to the creature and offered him his noble horse. The demon was delighted because it was very unusual for him to receive gifts offered to him by his interlocutors. Usually, he gave himself everything he wanted. Sign of his good will, he allowed the man to return to the lands of the mortals, rewarding him for his horse. The demon gave the man a bag full of coins because he knew that the men, Cupid, worshipped this wine metal from the lands of the demons. He announced to the man that he could return to human beings but that he could never speak of the secret passage located in these mysterious trenches. The samurai thus returned to his world. On his return, the samurai opened the thick gold bag that had been given to him and was impressed by this fortune. Indeed, he was a lucky man. Enriched by this new contribution, he decided to give up his daimyo and build a beautiful domain to enjoy life. He spent his days spending his money on women and drinking. His attitude soon led to the loss of all his resources. He soon became an alcoholic without money. And that's where his luck left him. He was now a ruined vagabond who tried by all means to drink in the taverns. Nevertheless, they always refused to serve him because they knew he had no money. He then began to boast saying that he was friends with an oni and that everyone would regret the words he made him suffer. The customers and the owners of the taverns laughed at him saying that if he was able to prove himself, he would be able to make a fortune. Sasaya, Hirokazu and Mon led all these people to the mysterious stone. Looking for the entrance hole, they could not find it. During this time, everyone made fun of this man who seemed to have gone crazy because of the excess of drink. Suddenly, the man began to be swallowed by the hole that had opened in the rock. The demon placed him as close as possible to his teeth and told him that he wanted to devour the one who had not been able to keep his promises. But death would almost have been a blessing for the one who had once been a samurai. He was condemned to work in the rice field under the surveillance of the oni. He had always been lucky in life but had never used this chance to do good. All the fruits of his fortune had been wasted. Demeter, the Greek goddess of agriculture, traveled the world to bless the plantations and receive the worship of her faithful. Rituals in honor of the goddess took place in the woods that had been consecrated to her. But during one of these rituals, while her worshipers made her offerings to honor the goddess, a group of ill-fated butchers immediately left this forest. I want to make this place my new palace. Heresiston, a noble man, rich and powerful in the region, was famous for his lack of respect towards the gods. It was then that he began to cut down the trees of the forest consecrated to Demeter. This greedy man was amazed by the beauty of one of the blessed chains. Drop this chain immediately! The butchers hesitated. Belief wanted dryads to live inside the sacred chains. It was the nymphs of the forests protected by Demeter. Give me this ax right now! When Heresiston struck the tree with his sharpened ax, blood flowed from the crevice. The face hidden under a hood, a mysterious silhouette began to investigate to calmly prevent this barbarity. How dare you cut down the trees of the forest consecrated to Demeter? No one must touch these trees under the penalty of suffering a terrible punishment. This forest is on my land and I will do as I hear. The carved tree took the shape of a nymph lying on the ground, dead. Under this hood, it was not an ordinary woman. It was in fact the goddess Demeter who then revealed herself with all her anger. You dared to destroy, to defame the property of the gods. You will have to pay for your crimes in an exemplary way. Terrified, Heresiston and his servants fled in panic, but they had become the target of the curse of the goddess. The noble finally arrived at his palace, breathless after this long race. Nevertheless, he was happy to have been able to escape the goddess safe and sound. After his escape, Heresiston felt the end of the draught and asked his servants to serve him a meal. Once at the table, the noble attacked his roast chicken as if he had never eaten in his life. After devouring all the chicken, he ate all the food that remained on the table. I want more! Bring me more food! The butcher brought a whole porcelain. As soon as he approached the table, his master caught the little pig. Tired, Heresiston went to his room, always holding the porcelain. But something sinister seemed to be chasing him. When he fell asleep, he received a dark silhouette called Limos, the demon of hunger. The curse was actually attacking Heresiston's stomach, making him feel an endless hunger. The noble woke up, stunned, feeling an incomparable hunger. Heresiston asked his servants for a feast to appease his hunger, and his servants offered him all the food they had on hand. But his hunger was not weakening, and at each dish he finished eating, he said, I want more! Heresiston swallowed all his meat and his fortune decreased as he kept buying more and more food. This process continued for several days. Heresiston lost all his fortune. He, who had once been one of the richest nobles in the region, now wandered the streets to find food. His beloved daughter found her father in the street and wanted to help him. But mad with hunger, he sold his only daughter as a slave to buy more food. In captivity, Heresiston's daughter took possession of him to help him escape. The god transformed the young woman to meet her poor father again, ruined and hungry. Out of extreme kindness, even in her equine form, she thought she could help her father. Heresiston, in tears, recognized in this donkey the beautiful appearance of his daughter and, crying, caressed the animal's face and said, I am sorry, my daughter, but I want more! Poseidon felt sorry and transformed her into a butterfly. Free, she flew away and never went to meet her father again. Without income and hunger, Heresiston returned to the sacred forest of Demeter where it all began. He prayed to her to forgive him, but the goddess ignored him. The poor man, desperate, sat under a tree and began to devour his body. The next morning, there was not a single trace of his existence on earth. In the world, folklore is full of stories about appearances of werewolves, whether in America, in Africa, in Asia or in Europe. But few stories are as documented as that of the beast of Guevaudan. This creature terrorized the peasants of southern France for years. Around 1760, in Auvergne, the peasants were worried because it was said that a werewolf would attack in the region. The body of a man had been found with marks of claws and bites. The victim's body seemed to have been torn. Everyone was talking about the werewolf because it was called the creature at the time. Over the years, there were more and more victims of the creature. It was sometimes said that the monster emptied them of their blood because they were so thirsty. After the appearance of dozens of victims, the beast pushed the peasants to leave their farms. They left everything they had behind because of the beast of Guevaudan. The creature was seen by several witnesses who described it as a wolf who could walk on its two legs like a human being. One of the most famous stories is the story of Pierre Chateauneuf. The shepherd Pierre Chateauneuf went to look for his young son who had not returned home with his flock of sheep. He found his son's body mutilated among the sheep that wandered around the victim. The shepherd carried his son's body home. As he watched him, he saw that something was watching him from the window. Pierre became aware of the presence of the monster, behind it, of great marks. The shepherd continued to hear the terrible screams of the beast in the night. A few days later, children were playing hide-and-seek in a field near Chamaleil. Suddenly, young Jean Panafieux was attacked by a terrible creature that jumped on him. His friends ran to get help from a farmer who worked not far. Courageous, the shepherd was saved and the peasants hunted the beast of Guevaudan. A petition from the inhabitants of the region was received by King Louis XV. The monarch sent a crew of his army in search of the creature. The soldiers sent by the king did not succeed in finding the creature and had to stop their search. After their departure, the attacks of the beast were even more bloody. This period was called the time of death. A massacre took place almost every day. Women and children were the main targets of the creature. It was necessary to act to put an end to this situation. The Marquis d'Apcher set up a militia to put an end to the attacks of the beast. Hundreds of volunteers formed a group driven by the hatred of the beast who hunted it in every nook and cranny. A hunter named Jean Chastel indicated that the creature was nearby. The creature appeared and on its two legs it moved towards the hunter. Chastel aimed perfectly and the silver bullets settled in the heart of the creature taking its life. People opened the creature's belly and found human remains confirming that it was the beast of Guevaudan. The creature was impaled and taken to the Palace of Versailles. The Marquis Antoine de Bauterne was decorated because he had exterminated the creature. Many legends still run about the animal that attacked these lands. Some say it was a hyena that had escaped from a zoo. But at the time the population had no doubt. It was a real werewolf.