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In the dimly lit annals of history, there exists a tale of malevolence, mysticism, and madness that haunts the very soul of the Kingdom of France. It is a tale known as the Loudun possessions, a grim dance with the forces of darkness that unfolded in the year of our Lord 1634. Gather 'round, dear reader, as we delve into the macabre and mysterious world of Urbain Grandier, a priest whose fate was sealed in the crucible of fear and fanaticism.


Urbain Grandier, a name now etched in infamy, found himself ensnared in the clutches of the Loudun possessions, a saga that unfurled within the confines of the Ursuline convent. In the quaint town of Loudun, nestled in the heart of Poitou, a storm brewed as the Crown, under the rule of Louis XIII, sought to dismantle the town's protective walls. It was a divisive moment; the Huguenots yearned to keep those walls standing, while the devout Catholics rallied behind the monarchy. The plague, an unforgiving scourge, descended upon Loudun in May 1632, claiming countless lives. These trials and tribulations cast a pall of unease upon the town.


Urbain Grandier, a charismatic and educated priest, was a figure of both envy and controversy.

He dared to challenge the policies of Cardinal Richelieu, championing the preservation of the town's fortifications. A cloud of scandal hung over him as whispers of a forbidden liaison with Philippa Trincant, the daughter of his close friend, Louis Trincant, the King's prosecutor in Loudun, swirled through the town.


But it wasn't just whispers that plagued Grandier's reputation. He had incurred the wrath of husbands and fathers, some of them influential figures, by allegedly defiling the sanctity of their households with illicit affairs. Jacques de Thibault, possibly related to Philippa, had been particularly vocal in his disdain for Grandier's behavior. A violent confrontation ensued, leading to a trial and Grandier's eventual banishment from performing priestly duties in Loudun.


The stage was set for a tragedy that would shake Loudun to its core. In 1626, the Ursuline Convent had opened its doors in the town. By 1632, under the leadership of Prioress Jeanne des Anges, the convent counted seventeen nuns, their average age a tender twenty-five. It was during the waning days of the plague that the first ominous whispers of demonic possession emerged. As physicians and the wealthy fled the town's grasp, the nuns retreated behind the convent's walls, shutting out the outside world.



young nun claimed to have seen a vision of her recently departed confessor, Father Moussant, and soon, others echoed her eerie testimony. Canon Jean Mignon, the convent's chaplain and nephew of Louis Trincant, deemed it necessary to initiate a series of exorcisms. Skepticism gripped the town, with some labeling it an imposture.


The possessed nuns declared that a demon named Asmodai had descended upon them, committing vile and impudent acts. As interrogations ensued, the identity of the alleged malefactor changed from a vague priest to Peter and Zabulon. It wasn't until October 11 that Urbain Grandier's name was ominously invoked, despite none of the nuns having ever met him. The supposed physicians and apothecaries were brought in, and Canon Mignon apprised the local magistrates of these bizarre events.


The Archbishop of Bordeaux intervened, sequestering the nuns and temporarily quelling the possessions. But the nuns' frenzied behavior persisted, drawing spectators like moths to a flame. Cardinal Richelieu, already at odds with Grandier for opposing the demolition of the town walls and for his scathing satire, decided to take center stage.


Enter Jean de Laubardemont, dispatched to tear down the town tower, but thwarted by the town militia. He reported the tumultuous affairs in Loudun to Paris, leading to an official investigation. Grandier, apprehended to prevent his escape, faced a barrage of accusations, from clandestine visits to the convent to indecent conduct.


In a tragic turn of events, Grandier, who had vehemently opposed the wall's destruction, now found himself in the clutches of forces more sinister. The trial unfolded, leading to a damning verdict: Grandier was found guilty of sorcery and accused of bewitching the Ursuline nuns. The sentence was nothing short of a descent into hellfire—a public burning at the stake, the searing flames of retribution.



Devils Pact in Backwards Latin
Devils Pact in Backwards Latin

As the execution day dawned, Grandier was given one last chance to speak, but his words were drowned by holy water, an act of cruelty. The execution, as historian Robert Rapley notes, deviated from its intended course, with exorcist Lactance kindling the pyre before Grandier could meet the hangman's noose. The flames engulfed him, and his torment was an inferno that defied the boundaries of human suffering.


Yet, the echoes of possession refused to fade. Exorcisms persisted for years, haunting the Ursuline convent until 1637, three long years after Grandier's agonizing demise. It was a dark chapter in history, and some attribute the cessation of exorcisms to the Mother Superior, Sister Jeanne of the Angels, who embarked on a pilgrimage for deliverance.


In the annals of post-historical analysis, conflicting narratives emerge. John Locke, the English philosopher, cast doubt on the entire affair, viewing it as a sinister concoction by Cardinal Richelieu to silence Grandier, a man who dared to oppose him. Agénor de Gasparin suggested that the initial "demonic manifestations" might have been pranks played by boarding students, escalating under the influence of Chaplain Jean Mignon.


Michel de Certeau, in his piercing examination, delved into the psychology of the nuns, attributing their symptoms to hysteria and exploring the intellectual climate of 17th-century France. He viewed possession as a vessel through which the nuns could articulate their fears and anxieties in a world dominated by men.


The events in Loudun unfolded over the years, serving as a chilling political theater, where Grandier became a sacrificial lamb, deflecting the town's ambivalence toward the authority in Paris. Aldous Huxley ventured further, positing that the accusations stemmed from Sister Jeanne's infatuation with Grandier, who had spurned her advances. A complex web of jealousy and intrigue enveloped this somber tale.


Augustin Calmet and others drew parallels between the Loudun case and other alleged possessions, highlighting the political ambitions and thirst for attention that fueled the tragedy. Calmet placed the blame squarely on Cardinal Richelieu's shoulders, suggesting that Grandier's opposition to the demolition of Loudun's fortifications sealed his fate.


The walls of Loudun, once a symbol of protection, ultimately became the backdrop for a tragic tale of manipulation, malevolence, and mysticism. Urbain Grandier, the priest who dared to defy, paid the ultimate price, his life consumed by the fires of the Loudun possessions.





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In the heartland of America, beneath the tranquil facade of Villisca, Iowa, darkness descended on a fateful night, a night etched in blood and terror. It was the eve of June 9, 1912, when evil prowled like a shadowy wraith through the heart of this quaint, unsuspecting town.


The Moore family, pillars of this tight-knit community, lived in a house that would soon become synonymous with dread. Josiah B. Moore, a man of 43, Sarah, his devoted wife at 39, and their four innocent children, Herman Montgomery, Mary Katherine, Arthur Boyd, and Paul Vernon, formed the bedrock of Villisca society. In their home, laughter once danced on the breeze, and love reigned supreme.


But on that cursed night, the Moore family unwittingly welcomed malevolence into their midst. Young Mary Katherine extended an invitation to her friends, Ina Mae and Lena Gertrude Stillinger, to spend the night. A simple act of camaraderie, or so it seemed, as they all ventured to the Presbyterian church, where they partook in the Children's Day Program, a program coordinated by Sarah herself.


As the clock's hands inched toward 9:30 p.m., the Moores and their young guests returned to their homestead, a home that would soon become a charnel house. The horrors that awaited them in the enveloping darkness, however, were beyond anyone's darkest imaginings.



When the morning light broke on June 10, a sense of unease descended upon the Moore's neighbor, Mary Peckham. The usual morning chores, once an unbroken ritual, remained untouched. The Moore family had inexplicably vanished from the waking world.


Knocking on the Moore's door, Mary Peckham's desperate calls fell upon deaf ears. Panic gnawed at her as she tried to open the locked door, revealing a sinister secret that awaited her within.


With a trembling hand, she sought the aid of Ross Moore, Josiah's own brother. Together, they confronted the ominous door that guarded the unspeakable. Ross, armed with a copy of the house key, unlocked the door's foreboding embrace and stepped into the abyss.


In the guest bedroom, their eyes beheld a nightmarish tableau. The lifeless forms of Ina and Lena Stillinger lay on the bed, victims of an unfathomable brutality. A call to Henry "Hank" Horton, Villisca's primary peace officer, summoned him to the scene. What he would discover would forever haunt his dreams.



The entire Moore family, along with their young guests, had been brutally bludgeoned to death. The weapon of their destruction, an axe belonging to Josiah himself, rested ominously in the guest room, its steel stained with innocent blood.


Doctors later ascertained that this horrific slaughter had unfolded between the hours of midnight and 5 a.m., a time when darkness itself seemed to conspire against humanity. In the attic, two spent cigarettes hinted at the sinister presence that had lurked above, waiting patiently for the unsuspecting victims to fall into the abyss of slumber.


The killer, or killers, began their grim work in the master bedroom. Josiah, his face forever marred by relentless blows, bore the brunt of the malevolence, his eyes forever extinguished. A ghastly gouge mark on the ceiling, a testament to the force that had unleashed this hellish violence.


Sarah, Josiah's beloved, fell prey to the axe's blade, while the other victims suffered the bludgeoning wrath of its blunt end. The children, Herman, Mary Katherine, Arthur, and Paul, each met their gruesome fate as they slept, their dreams shattered by the malevolent force that had invaded their sanctuary.


Afterwards, the killer returned to the master bedroom, a place now steeped in blood and terror. It was there that a chilling detail emerged - a shoe, now filled with crimson, lay toppled as if bearing witness to the horrors.


Descending the stairs, the murderer ventured into the guest bedroom, extinguishing the lives of Ina and Lena with a brutality that defied reason. A slab of bacon, an unsettling addition to the crime scene, joined the axe, and an eerie silence hung in the air.


Investigators arrived, but the crime scene was soon contaminated by the curious onlookers. Yet, amidst the chaos, one truth remained; the horror that had unfolded had forever scarred the soul of Villisca.


In the search for answers, suspects emerged like shadows in the night. Reverend George Kelly, Frank F. Jones, William Mansfield, Loving Mitchell, Paul Mueller, and Henry Lee Moore all became entangled in the web of suspicion.


Reverend Kelly, a peculiar figure with a dark past, found himself at the heart of the investigation.

The night's events had placed him in Villisca, but his confessions in court only deepened the enigma surrounding the murders. Was he the harbinger of doom or a man driven to madness by the horrors he witnessed?


Frank F. Jones, an influential figure, had a contentious history with Josiah Moore. Rumors of betrayal and scandal swirled around them, but could these petty grievances lead to such unspeakable carnage?




William Mansfield, a shadowy figure with ties to other axe murders, cast a chilling specter over the investigation. The trail of blood stretched far and wide, connecting crimes that sent shivers down the spine of every investigator.



Henry Lee Moore, another man with a penchant for the macabre, was known for his axe-wielding tendencies. His dark deeds, eerily similar to the Villisca massacre, placed him squarely in the crosshairs of suspicion.


As the investigation unfurled, more names surfaced, each carrying the weight of suspicion. Sam Moyer, Paul Mueller, and others found themselves entangled in the tapestry of terror that gripped Villisca.


The Villisca axe murders, a chilling chapter in the annals of American crime, remain an enigma to this day. The darkness that descended upon that sleepy town still casts a long shadow, leaving unanswered questions and lingering fears in its wake. In the depths of that night, evil found a home in Villisca, and its secrets remain shrouded in the darkness of the unknown.



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Robert Foulkes, a name etched in the annals of history, baptized on a date foreboding (19 March 1633/34) and forever cursed by the shadows, met his gruesome end on a chilling winter's night (31 January 1678/79). But within the confines of this seemingly ordinary English cleric lies a story so grotesque it could only be the work of a malevolent hand.

Early Life

Long believed to hail from Shropshire in England, Foulkes' origins were far from the English heartland. Born and baptized in Mallwyd, Wales, he was the son of a namesake, Robert Foulkes, and had an elder brother named John. Their journey together led them to Shrewsbury School in 1648–49, a place where innocence met the unknown.

The Path to Priesthood

As fate would have it, Foulkes ventured into the enigmatic world of Christ Church, Oxford, in Michaelmas term 1651. Here, he spent over four years under the watchful eyes of Presbyterians and Independents, nurturing the seeds of darkness within. Emerging from this eerie cocoon, he donned the robes of a preacher, eventually becoming the vicar of Stanton Lacy in his homeland of Shropshire. But even in the sacred embrace of the church, shadows clung to his soul.

A Twisted Love Affair

Three years prior to his ascension as vicar, Foulkes entered a union of unholy matrimony on 7 September 1657, at Ludlow parish church. Isabella, daughter of the late Thomas Colbatch, became his wife. They bore four children, a family tainted by the darkness that loomed over their lives. But it was Ann, a daughter of Stanton Lacy's previous vicar, Thomas Atkinson, who became the linchpin of Foulkes' descent into madness. Whispers of their illicit liaison began as early as 1669, a dark secret hidden behind the veneer of his zealous preaching. Their public indiscretions became fodder for local taverns, as Foulkes drowned his sins in ale.

The Birth of Horror

Speculation swirled when Ann was banished from the parish, giving birth in the shadows of West Felton to an illegitimate child in May 1674. The infant, a girl, was whisked away, sent to foster under the care of a distant wet nurse. The child's parentage remained a sinister riddle, with fingers pointing toward Foulkes.

The summer of 1676 marked the descent into darkness. The Bishop of Hereford, Herbert Croft, confronted Foulkes, unveiling a sinister tapestry of misconduct, culminating in a nightmarish consistory court in Ludlow. Rumors even whispered of Foulkes beating his wife and a churchwarden who dared to intervene, all after a fateful evening of bowling, under a malevolent moon.

The Horrors Unveiled


In the shadows of York Buildings in the Strand, Foulkes sealed his descent into darkness. He seduced a young lady in his grasp, lodging her there, where the chilling act unfurled on 11 December 1678.


With a knife's cold touch, he extinguished the life of an innocent child cold-bloodedly slitting its throat, damning its soul to the River Thames below.


It was not strangulation, as popular whispers would have it, but a cold-blooded, unforgivable act. The next dawn, Foulkes returned to Shropshire, but darkness clung to him like a shroud.


A "Strange Providence" led to the discovery of the lifeless infant, and eventually, Thomas Atkinson made a sinister confession, unveiling the depths of depravity that tainted the clergyman.

The Final Judgment

Justice was swift and merciless. Foulkes stood trial at the Old Bailey sessions, commencing on 16 January 1678–9. In the shadow of the gallows, he offered hollow penitence, visited by eminent divines like Gilbert Burnet and William Lloyd, Dean of Bangor. A few days' reprieve, courtesy

of Compton, Bishop of London, allowed him to pen a vile testament titled "An Alarme for Sinners." It spoke of his unfortunate companion with thinly veiled malice.

But on the morning of 31 January 1678–9, a solitary figure met his demise at Tyburn, not among common felons but by his own hand. Under the shroud of night, he found his final resting place at St. Giles-in-the-Fields, leaving a legacy steeped in darkness that would forever haunt the annals of history.



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