User blog:WaitingontheWorld/Rugaru

There is a Native American legend of a creature. This creature is beleived to be one of the most evil of spirits the world has ever seen. He's a horrible monster with the top half of a human and the bottom half of a wolf. Every fifty years, this horrible beast pays a visit to the people who fear it most.

The people of a small town, no more than 4000, were going on with a normal day. Business-as-usual, for nothing extraordinary usually happens. That night, at a gas station, something strange happens for the first time in a long time.

The owner of the gas station receives a phone call from the night time employee. He's told that a man came in and asked for the man's two daughters. Finding the stranger kind of sketchy, the employee denied him this information.

The owner was, naturally, a little curious as to who this man was that was asking for his children. When he rewound the security camera, he found something that chilled him. The picture, though fuzzy from poor camera quality, clearly showed a man, the same man from the night before. However, upon a closer look, the owner saw what appeared to be two clawed feet poking out of the bottom of the strangers pants.

The owner, a little taken aback by this, played the tape further. The stranger stops right under a light and looks strait up at the camera. He slowly smiles, showing two rows of large, sharp teeth. People near by at the time reported hearing the stranger say "I will have his daughters. It is the sacrafice made to keep the evil at bay." The stranger has yet to be seen again.

The legend of the Rugaroo is one that has been twisted and changed many times over the years. This is just a story from my people, and was actually the most recent one from only a few years ago. The Rugaroo is said to take the daughters of one of the most prominant and wealthy men as a sort of trade, even if it is an unwilling one. In exchange for the daughters, the Rugaroo will leave the people be for another fifty years.

I've never been one to beleive in these stories myself, just thinking of them as Native Folk-Lore. I've seen the pictures from the gas station and I could easily see the clawed feet and pointy teeth. However, that wasn't what frightened me most. What frightened me most was that the Rugaroo didn't get what he'd come for.

What frightens me still is what will he do now that he's been denied his trade?