Terror at Gouffre Bay

Terror at Gouffre Bay Should we always honor a loved one's legacy? You be the judge! <break time="1.0s" /> Six weeks ago, on a bitter February morning, the village of Baie du Gouffre—now known as Baie-Saint-Paul—

marked the first anniversary of Édouard Blackburn's death. The old storyteller was beloved by all, for his chilling Windigo tales that kept tourists both terrified and fascinated. That same morning,

Mayor Dubois announced a massive tourism development project. "We're going to transform our wilderness into Quebec's premier resort destination," he declared, pointing to maps that carved up the flourishing forest Édouard had spent his life protecting. By evening, everything changed. Michel Tremblay, a truck driver, was driving on Route 138,

when something appeared in his headlights—massive legs, three meters tall, crossed the road before disappearing into the spruce forest. Within days, other drivers reported similar encounters, always near the proposed

development sites. Word spread quickly. Fear took root. The creature seemed to feed on it, growing bolder each week. Young Tommy Blackburn watched his neighbors' faces transform from skepticism to terror. At seventeen, he remembered his grandfather's stories,

but couldn't understand why everyone kept looking at him with those strange, calculating stares Some villagers whispered their opinions to anyone who would listen. "Édouard didn't just tell Windigo stories," Mrs. Bouchard murmured. "Some say he became one himself." Unable to bear the accusations against his grandfather, Tommy took refuge in his grandfather's attic. Everything

was exactly as Édouard had left it. An old wardrobe stood at the far end of the room, and inside it, a chest secured with an antique padlock. Tommy reached into his pocket to pull out the keys he had carried with him since the funeral. Upon opening the chest, Tommy's face relaxed as he spotted the journal resting inside. When he opened it, each page displayed detailed sketches of Windigos—a skeletal wolf's body topped with a massive deer skull and branching antlers. These weren't just illustrations, but well-established construction plans, all followed by the same note. "Small prices to pay for preserving what matters."

Tommy smiled despite himself. "I kept my promise, Grandpa. Your secret is safe with me. Grandpa's Wendigo looked nothing like the apparitions the drivers were describing..." Then his blood ran cold upon seeing the last page. "The old man's methods were too gentle. Real fear requires real consequences. Mayor Dubois' project must be stopped permanently. Fear requires real consequences. " Tommy's hands trembled."How is it possible?