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The original was posted on /r/truescarystories by /u/[deleted] on 2025-06-19 21:06:39+00:00.

Hi, I’m Raul, 28 years old. I was born in a smalI town in the interior (country side) of São Paulo. My grandmother told me this story many times, and I think I’m the only one who believes in her. Unfortunately, she passed away. But never changed her story. So let’s go.

In 1956, my grandma was pregnant with my mother, and my aunt was 2 years old. She was in her late 20s, married to my grandfather, who was in his 40s. He’s was a rotten man, even for the time. He would spend the night at the bar drinking, spending money with licor, games, and women. When he got home, he would whoop my grandma for any stupid reason. “Cold” dinners, being too friendly with neighbors or even giving more attention to the baby when he was home. He had Brown, almost black eyes, that made him look like the devil when he was mad. But my grandmother could understand the drinking, the abuse, and the failure as a father. What she could not understand was why once a month in a Friday he would leave the house at 11:30 to hunt and come back in the early morning tired, with no hunt and, incredible as it seems, a loving and calm man. It would only last until Monday, but at the time, this little piece of peace, strange as it was, convinced her to still stay with him. He was the good man that she married, not the “beast” that terrorized her in any other day… Until she had enough. 2 months from my mother’s birth was when she decided that enough was enough. With the support from her mother, father, sibling’s and grandparents, she finally had the courage to ask for a divorce. His response was to walk a couple feet away from her, pull out a .38 Revolver and shot in her direction. It hit the pole that she was leaning, maybe 10 cm above head. She said that he looked ashamed after doing it and ran. A couple of days later, he poisoned the well from the farm with rat poison, not just putting in risk my grandma and her family lives, but also his own daughter. He spent that entire week at the bar, drinking, fighting, or gambling until Friday came. Grandma was almost asleep, but then he came barging on the room, she panic for a second until she saw his expression of fear, and after a look at the clock 11:55 PM it became clear that he was panicking because he was late. He put his hunting clothes on and sprinted into the woods, but he forgot one thing, the double barrel shotgun that he used for hunting. As she watched him disappear into the woods, she started to laugh, considering what he tried to do his week. Taking some clothes and running in the woods without a weapon is nothing to worry about… She looked at the beautiful night sky with the full moon shining and decided to go to sleep. 12h30 AM: She heard the first one. A howl. It was distant, out of the farm. “The dogs are fighting again with the neighbors dog,” she taught and went back to sleep. 12h45 AM: another howl, much stronger and closer than the last. “Oh Lord! I hope there’s no wild dogs messing with the chickens, right baby?” She said to my little confused aunt that also woke up, but the worry was not enough to make her get up. 12:55 AM: This time, the howl was so strong and loud that it vibrated her bones. It was right outside the house. She got up immediately and went to the baby, there’s was no mistake. Something big was rounding the property, but what? We don’t have wolv… Another howl, followed by something opening with extreme force, the outside door of the kitchen. She didn’t hesitaded for a second, grabbed the double barrel from under the bed, calmed the baby girl in the crib and pressed her hand against her belly, “nothing will happen to you, my child” and them left the room. She could hear the thing moving and breaking things in the kitchen. My grandmother never heard a growl from a big animal before that day, and I dont think ever since, feeling your bones vibrate with the sound. Not many animals can achieve this, but whatever was in the kitchen made her entire body tremble… then it stopped. Slowly, with the double barrel in her hand, she moved closer and closer to the kitchen. The door was half open. The thing was close. She could hear it locking something. First, the barrel of the gun passes through the half open door, then grandma with great courage pushes her head to see what is in her kitchen… It was big, at least 7 feet tall, with red hair covering its entire body, hands, and feet with giant claws. It was crouching down licking sugar off the floor. Grandma, in her terror, pushed the door slightly, making a creaking sound, which immediately made the beast turn his head to her. Until her death, she never forgot what she saw… it had a long snout, but nothing like you ever saw. it wasn’t a wolf head with a man’s body, nor the other way around, something in between, every teeth coming out of its mouth was crooked and sharp, ears pointing up, but with no hair In them, but the worst part was the eyes… She recognized them, and she finally saw those black eyes full of hate in the place that they belonged to. In a manner of seconds, the Beast sprint away through the outside kitchen door, faster than any animal Grandma ever saw. She simply locked all the doors, besides the front one, which she sat in her rocking chair with the shotgun in her arms until morning. He came in the morning. His clothes were all torn up. He didn’t have time to take them all. They both stared at each other for a good while. He then grabbed his bag with a few clothes, kissed my Aunts head, went over to my grandma, kissed his hand and put it in her belly, walked out the door and was never seen again.

The story in the town was that after he tried to kill my grandmother twice, he just ran away with another woman. She married again and had another 11 children. And the new guy? He was a Bastard too. Nobody ever believed my grandma, not her children, not even my aunt and my mother. More than 30 grandkids, and I’m the only one who believes her. My grandfather was a monster… Espero que esteja morto, se não, Virgílio, eu sei seu segredo.

*I just used A.I to correct my grammar since English is not my first language. But I’m using my first draft. To hell with grammar.