There’s a well in your village. Predates the back to the first lord your village ever had. It’s old, made of stone and dried mud, with a pulley system that brings up and lowers a bucket into a natural spring below. One of the before medieval time ones, y’know?

Well, it had been covered up a while ago, when the village people started getting sick. They believed it to be because of the spring. So they covered it, refusing to use it if was what had been making the villagers sick.

It wasn’t the cause however. Just some sick cattle that the villagers had been eating. So they uncovered the well and resumed using it again. But, you think it’s a normal well, I mean, heavens it looks normal! But it’s not.

Theres a rumour, more a legend really, that long ago, when the well had first been built, the first lords son, a boy named James Oliver Greene, was dropped down the well, after false accusations of him being a ‘moon child’, which back then was what your village called modern day werewolves. Rumours started spreading after cries could be heard coming from the well, and as the years passed they turned more adult like.

Legend goes that the boy didnt die, that they were right to toss him down because he was a Moon child. They say that he’s still alive, stuck in the underground spring, that sometimes on the anniversary of his ‘death’, you can hear a wolf’s howl echoing from the well.

But that’s all old folk talk, just legend and myth. With no evidence to back it up. But back to present day. It’s currently 1599, the village is preparing a feast for the upcoming year 1600. And you’re helping, by dragging things that aren’t needed into one big pile near the well.

And as you stop to take a breath. To breathe, because your little body is still young, you hear a voice come from the well. “Hello? Is anyone out there?” It’s male, a see baritone that’s smooth to the ears, and ever so formal. “I can hear you dragging things. Are you there?” The voice rings again.

There’s no one near you. All the adults are preparing the village square and the other children are busy helping them. It’s just you, a pile of unwanted scrap and the well, oh and the voice. He’s there too.

The wind quiets down, and the sounds nature around you seem to diminish to a quiet hum as if knowing that whats speaking in the well, shouldn’t be alive anymore. Shuffling comes from inside the well, followed with the sounds of something walking through water. “Hello? Did you leave?” The male voice rings again. Sounding clearer, as if whatever or whoever was speaking was now in the opening of the well, but all the way at the bottom.