6 January 2013
I hated the countryside the first time I saw it, looming Dartmoor hills, it felt wrong, it made me miss London, where you could see where you were going if the sky got dark, it was no place for a city girl.
The Ragged Ram, the pub where I was to meet him, the man who said he had seen proof. I had come all this way to investigate the "mysterious disappearances" as my boss put it, that had been going on in the moor, so I hoped he wasn't going to mess me about.
As soon as I walked in, the overwhelming stench of lager filled my lungs, nearly making me choke. The average level of intellect in the tavern was that of a boiled potato, these were the type of men who would say they could lift a tractor, or kill a bull with their bare hands, and some of them probably could.
The man at the bar looked fairly shaken, and I assumed he was the one I should be talking to. I approached the one I thought I recognised, tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, but could you by any chance be Douglas Marsh?" He looked at me gruffly, "Aye, you must be that journalist they sent to interrogate me, even after I told them to leave me be." "Sir, I assure you, there will be no interrogations, I just needed to ask you some questions about what happened to you out on the moor last week." "Alright, let's get it over with." "Good, now, can you clearly recount your steps for me, tell me every detail." "Aye, where to begin..."
Wolf - Chapter One • Opuss № I