The Somerset murders

For nearly two hundred years, a black caped figure with long white hair has been spotted occasionally around Galstenbury. While the figure is definitely not a ghost, it is by no means entirely human. Supposedly, it’s the result of an ungodly transformation that started when young Thomas Somerset came back to Vermont from medical school in Heidelberg, Germany.

Because the town that bears his family name picked up the tab for Tom’s education, he dutifully returned to oversee the health of his benefactors. Apparently, he was a intelligent, talented and caring physician who could cure even the sickest of people and call them back from the dead. Touted as a miracle worker he was asked by many hospitals to work for them, but refused to leave those he cared for.

Then, around 1816, something happened. Stories range from loosing his wife to being called on by god. Whatever the case, Tom lost interest in his medical practice and took to the woods, where he set up a laboratory in a deserted shack.

Living like a hermit, he made only occasional forays into town for supplies. If anyone ventured to his cabin to beg for medical treatment, Tom would turn them away.

Eventually, a series of animal deaths startled the residents of the area. A cow, some sheep, various wild life and even a horse. Bloated sheep dotted the green hillside like balls of snow their guard dogs inflicted with the same death. The humans were baffled and tried to search out the killer, but there was only one clue to go on a: each animal had a fresh wound behind its left ear – a red swelling with a white pinprick in the center.

People ignored it, went about their business, but then things got strange. First, a corpse vanished from the back of an undertaker’s wagon. When it was later discovered discarded in some bushes, there was a second corpse beside it. Each had a wound behind its left ear.

A small cluster of citizens timidly ventured to Dr. Somerset’s cabin to see if he could shed some light on these medical mysteries, but they found his cabin deserted, only a cooling fire was left in the hearth.

However, in the months to follow, hunters and hikers would see him in some wooded part of the thirty-square-mile area near town. He was always said to be wearing a black cape, moving rapidly, with a long white hair flowing out behind him.

In November 1825, a Somerset woman heard her daughter scream. She looked up from her laundry to see a black-caped figure carrying her little girl into the woods. The woman’s husband rushed off in pursuit. Neighbors joined him. They followed the footprints to Little Tunnel Ravine, a box canyon from which there could be no escape. Yet weirdly, the footprints ended abruptly.

Suddenly, the bewildered men heard laughing coming from overhead. Above them, they recognized Dr. Somerset. Somehow, holding the struggling girl, he had ascended the stark cliff. When her father begged for her return, Doc Somerset obliged. He hurled the screaming child off the cliff. Unfortunately, no one was quick enough to catch her, and the child was dashed on the canyon floor.

And he was gone… still out there to this day.

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The Somerset murders

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