No one would buy the old house. Memories where too raw. Some people swore that they could still hear the dogs screaming. Ted was the keeper of the hunts hounds. When the police visited Teds home, when the hunt master called them from there. They saw that the hunt masters fine head of black hair had turned pure white.
Ted had been nailed to the front door, around him lay the hounds. Each one had been skinned and each was missing their heart… as for Ted: it is better that you don’t know