Where the four winds meet
Plot: Glastenbury and Dudley town
Glastenbury vermont was once a thriving lumber town filled to the brim with people and wealth. While it never much got above 200 people, it was still a good town to be in. Unfortunately with new comes comes the possibility of stirring old spirits. Apparently the Abanaki who had inhabited this place found the land her perfect for burying the dead,and as such the land was sacred. A shaman placed a curse that if anyone were to try to use this ground for anything other than surviving that the forest would strike back and drive the people to the spirit world, leaving their bodies to roam with out direction. While the curse has never been proven there was a strange sickness that spread out through the town during the peak of its prosperity. People would stop being able to function, still living and alive but unable to communicate or move. They would stay this way for three days before their body would die. After a year of this there was a strange event. One day a train left with lumber, and when he arrived the next morning no one was there. The entirety of the 150 people left in Glastenbury had Vanished.
The Curse of Dudleytown.
Supposedly founded by Gideon Dudley in 1747 this small town was home to multiple incarnations of curses. Gideon was followed to the region by two brothers and Dudley’s have become known over the years as the men who brought a curse to this small town – a curse that has allegedly plagued the region ever since.
unfortunately when one looks at the facts the curse, said to originate from the failed attempt to overthrow Henry the 8th, there is no back ground. None of the Dudley’s who came over were part of that fated linage, and they never founded the town either. Rather a Man named Thomas Griffis founded the area in 1741. Regardless though town is considered cursed for many good reasons.
In the early 1740’s, the mentioned Thomas Griffis bought a parcel of land that would later be considered the first lot in Dudleytown. The woods were later dubbed with the rather ominous name of “Dark Entry Forest”. People long spoke of shadow people, and lights in the woods that would lead people off cliffs. These were called the “Presences.”
Still people moved in, the aforementioned Dudley, other families, The population of Dudleytown was never large and according to an 1854 map, the peak number of families who lived here only reached 26.
In spite of all of these things, the town did thrive for a time. Dudleytown was noted for its timber, which was burned and used to make wood coal for the nearby Rutland County Iron Furnaces in Somerset and other towns. The furnaces later moved closer to the railroads and the more industrial towns though and the lumber was no longer needed. Iron ore was used from the area for a time and there were three water-powered mills in Dudleytown as well. Most of the mills eventually closed because of the long trip down the mountain to deliver their goods.
Despite the outward signs of prosperity though, there were strange deaths and bizarre occurrences at Dudleytown from the start. Three of the Dudley’s moved out of the region and lived long and full lives, dying of natural causes and forever diminishing any possibilities of a curse. Only Abiel Dudley remained in town and after a series of reverses, lost his entire fortune – and his mind. He lived in town as a ward of the town until age ninty, Toward the end, Abiel was senile and insane and ranted about creatures coming from the woods to devour the souls of those in the town at night.
The Nathaniel Carter family moved to Dudleytown in 1759 and lived in a house once owned by Abiel Dudley before he was made a ward of the town, during an attack by the French, Indians slaughtered Nathaniel, his wife and an infant child. The Carter’s other three children were abducted and taken to Canada, where two daughters were ransomed. The son, David Carter, was never to be seen again. It is said that Nathaniel still haunts the house, trying to take revenge on anyone who enters the house.
And the list goes on and on. The town never stopped having strange happenings, and with no church to provide them shelter from it the people of Dudleytown could do nothing. Insanity was common and rampant, though many aruge that this comes from the isolation and possible incest among the people of Dudleytown,
After the Civil War, Dudleytown began to die and many of the villagers simply packed up and moved away. The demise of the town itself is hardly surprising, whether you believe in the so-called “curse” or not. Its geographical location was foolhardy at best. Surrounded by hills and at elevations of more than 1500 feet, there was little chance that a good crop would ever grow and sustain life in the village. The winters were harsh here and even the hardy apple trees were stunted from months of cold. As mentioned already, the soil was rocky and the area was plagued by almost too much water. It pooled into tepid swamps and seeped into the earth, creating a damp morass.
But even if you overlook the idea of an actual curse and admit that the location of the town must have had a hand in its undoing, the sheer number of unusual deaths and mental conditions in such an isolated area more than suggests that something out of the ordinary was occurring in the little town, and even after the towns death the curse continued.
This event occurred in 1901, at a time when the population of Dudleytown had dwindled away to almost nothing. One of the last residents of the town was a man named John Patrick Brophy. Tragedy visited swiftly and in several blows. First, his wife died of consumption, which was not uncommon in those days, but he was soon further stricken when his two children vanished into the forest just a short time after the funeral. They vanished and were never found. Shortly after, the Brophy’s house burned to the ground in an unexplained fire and not long after, Brophy himself vanished into the forest. He was never seen again.
By the early 1900’s, Dudleytown was completely deserted. The remaining homes began to fall into disrepair and ruin, and soon, the forest began to reclaim the village that had been carved out of it.
Around 1900, Dr. William Clarke came to Cornwall and fell in love with the forest and the quiet country life. Clarke had been born in 1877 and grew up on a farm in Tenafly, New Jersey. He later became a professor of surgery and taught at Columbia College of Physicians and Surgeons, as well as earning a reputation as the leading cancer specialist in New York. He purchased 1,000 acres of land in the wilds of Connecticut, which included Dudleytown, and began construction of a summer and vacation home here. Over the next number of years, he and his wife, Harriet Bank Clarke, visited the house on weekends and during the summer until it was completed. After that, it became mostly a holiday house for short trips in the summer and for Thanksgiving. Together, they maintained an idyllic second life near Dudleytown until 1918.
One summer weekend, Dr. Clarke was called away to New York on an emergency. His wife stayed behind and according to the story, he returned 36 hours later to find that she had gone insane, just as a number of previous residents of the village had done. The story also claims that she told of strange creatures that came out of the forest and attacked her. She committed suicide soon after.
Then the ghostly tales began to surface in the 1940’s. It was at this time that visitors to the ruins of the village began to speak of strange incidents and wispy apparitions in the woods. Even today, those who have visited the place boast of paranormal photographs, overwhelming feelings of terror, mysterious lights, sights and sounds and even of being touched, pushed and scratched by unseen hands.
Disappearances in the Triangle
Though the disappearances were common and indeed continue to this day, the most famous were between 1940 period. There were, all reported fifty or so disappearances, but few if any made it in to the papers. By the time this rash of takings had begun it seems the people in the area just accepted it. Five or so cases were able to reach headline status and another twenty got some mention somewhere, even if it was just in obituaries. No bodies were ever found during this rash of investigations, unlike the Somerset killer.
Plot for Uriel
The mysterium have asked that you identify if this is because of the suspected Verge or if it is indeed a curse.