Anderstein - A 3WSR Horror Story

[Eyes]

As a preface - this is an anime-type story in which ghosts, goblins, vampires, and demons (etc.) are real and a threat to mankind. Maxwell Anderstein takes up the role of eradicating them. Alongside a Baobhan Sith (you'll see more of her in Episode 2), he begins his quest as dark forces collide to work against him... This series is meant to last for only 13 episodes, so get whatever you want to have in it into it before it ends, and enjoy.

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In Sleepy Hollow, tales of ghosts and goblins run rampant. Folklore is taken as fact, and wive's tales are deemed to be absolutely true. You wouldn't believe the sleepy little town was so stock full of the supernatural just by looking at the town. Old and rustic was more like it.

But one man knew that the stories were true. He walked along the road through the little town whistling a little tune. He was tall and lean. He didn't look like much, truth be told.

He was hailed by a man. "Why if it isn't ol' Anderstein! You back again?"

"Nah, jest passin' through. I hear tell tha' ye've had some problems again... thought Ay'd come and see if Ay cud hailp oot..."

アンデシュタイン

3WSRホラーストーリー

ANDERSTEIN
A 3WSR HORROR STORY

[8novels]

"Help oot?" The man scratched his head. "What are you, Anderstein? Canadian?"

Anderstein laughed gently, turned around three times and spat over his left shoulder. "Och, noo. Ay'm kepin t'sperrits confused-like by spekin inna pe-kewl-yar accent."

"Sperrits. You mean spirits? Like, ghosts?"

Anderstein seized the man and, with a strength belied by his scrawny form, picked him bodily up and shook him upside down until he squawked for mercy. Then, disgusted, he tossed him down in the dirt. "Ye're a fool, Jerry. Ye allus wuz."

Jerry lay in the dirt, coughing feebly. Anderstein stepped over him and continued through town, taking care not to step on any cracks. "Chicken," he muttered. "Chicken. Chicken."

[frankthetriviaman]

He had but one destination in mind; though it was mere rumors that were bringing him down this road, as he had learned from past experience rumors tended to carry more weight than people would give them credit for. Nothing was going to stop him from fulfilling his mission, for he knew that if it was not done before the second sunset from now, it would be too late.

At last, he came upon it... the decrepit house with the two chimneys at the edge of town. He stared at the house, and saw it... movement, in the first floor window. That was all he needed to see; it was time to move in and do the job. The words of his master, Old Robert, still echoed in his mind:

"Weg diga minna sren clok tanna, brokva yunago drasonia mycruv teriana"

Well, truth be told, he still didn't know what the hell that meant. But, Old Robert had never been wrong, and it was said that when the time was right, he would know what that meant, and how it would help him.

But right now he was preparing himself, by taking his silver blade and saying a prayer as he poured holy water over it.

[8novels]

The derelict house had a front yard overgrown with so many weeds it was child's play... uncomfortable and dusty child's play, but still, child's play... to get down on all fours and creep toward the sagging front porch. Anderstein, his silver blade between his teeth, crept stealthily nearer and nearer as, inside the house, faint rustling sounds and the occasional groaning floorboard told him his prey was definitely in there.