"It started about six months ago. Katherine had married a rather rash man name Nathaniel Eaton. Everything was fine and we heard little of them until they returned to Wethers Field a few months later. The ship docked and Katherine and Nat stayed on board for a while. They weren't doing very good business wise; Nathaniel had a lot of debts. Well, lately strange things have been happening. People disappear suddenly and for no reason. Livestock is found mutilated after full moons. Things of that sort.
"Nat wasn't one to stand for old wives tales as he put it, so he went out to try and figure out what was going on. Kit followed him into the forest. Only Kit came back and that was after a few days. When we found her she was naked in the field, jabbering on and on about devils and witches and such.
"We kept her here as best we could, but she attacked Mercy when she was sleeping, screaming about how she had murdered some Sparrow fellow. After that, some men from the town built a small hut for her where the old Tupper house once was.
"She was fine for about six or seven days, but then she disappeared again. We didn't see anything of her for a week or so and then the worse thing imaginable happened. We heard a loud scream from the Cruff house and of course we ran over to investigate. We found Kit, dressed in rags with the dead body of Goodwife Cruff in her arms. She broke the woman's neck! It was despicable, there was blood all over the floor and Mr.Cruff was knocked out cold.
"Poor Prudence was shivering in the closet crying when we found her. I've never seen such fear in a child's eyes. She said some odd thing about Kit climbing through the top of the window like a savage and killing Good Wife Cruff before biting at her neck and sucking at her hungrily.
"After that, we turned the house into a prison cell. The constable didn't want her imprisoned anywhere near his house after what happened to Cruff. So we sealed her in the small hut. It's the best thing we can do and she hasn't escaped since." Matthew shivered as he finished this and I stood, dumbfounded.
"Dear God…" I looked at the fireplace, horrified and suddenly very cold, despite the warmth of the flame. Somewhere in the forest a wolf howled long and sorrowful. I slept little that night as I ran the story over in my head. I decided that I must send for Dr. de la Poer immediately. He would just be returning to Saybrook when he would get it. Yes. That is what I would do.