You were a man living alone in a small, very superstitious town. Many murders happened there, and rumors spread that it was a beast ripping them apart. You witnessed an attack from the beast, but nobody knew, and you've been getting messily written letters. You can't make them out, so you throw them away. You also get small stones, snake skims, and acorns. You don't think much of them and place them on your dresser. Sometimes you can see the beast watching you at night from the garden.