The townspeople took to their new challenge with vigor. Staying busy allowed them to focus on things other than this new terror. They set to boarding up their windows, reinforcing their doors and initiating a curfew. Women and children were to be indoors at seven, and the men must join them at nine o’clock sharp. It was around this time when the terror had a tendency to arrive.
The wood for the windows had to be replenished almost daily. The townsfolk would board their windows every night, only to find them shredded by morning. Claw marks could be seen on those that didn’t hang limply from the hinges. Those who had children had taken to putting them to bed while the sun still shone for fear of them waking while the creature stalked the streets. Those desperate enough to keep the youngsters from hearing the awful scratching each night took to adding sips of whisky to their cider at dinner. The women had no comfort in the night, however, save their men who slept next to them clutching their muskets. A good night’s sleep was not to be had. The town’s vigor was only apparent when the threat was at hand; the remaining hours were spent trudging around.
Looking into each other’s bloodshot eyes, the adults silently asked each other how much longer this could last. How much longer could they avoid further casualties? That first night remained vivid in everyone’s minds.