They say that evil forces in the night lurk around the town near Chatoly Mansion, the dreary abode of Nancy Chatoly, a cursed soul who met her unfortunate demise in 1986.
She was born a torment soul, one with a mother who despised her and left her upon the footsteps of a church at a mere two years old. She was raised by foster parents who gave her all the love they could give as they could never have a child of their own, even leaving their beloved Chatoly Mansion to her after their passing. But the darkness that surrounded her heart would overbear the kindness they showed her.
She was a wicked child, always stealing money and food from other small children. “Nasty Nancy” they would call her, running away when they saw her in the hallways. There was one girl in the whole school that was not scared of her, in fact, before Nancy came along, she was the most feared. She had a reputation for being the town witch, a task taken over by her mother who was chastised in her own time. “Witchy Willow” was what she was known as, but she kept to herself mostly and never put harm onto any one. They feared her because she was a bit strange and dressed very peculiar.
Willow came face to face with Nancy on the last day of school, and with a smirk on her face, Nancy was about to take away the BLT sandwich Willow was about to eat. She grabbed Willow by the neck with one hand and grabbed the sandwich with another. Willow didn’t budge or make a sound; she just looked into Nancy’s eyes with intensity.
“What are you staring at turd!” Nancy bellowed.
“Something hideous,” Willow said to her. “You have a problem with that?”
Nancy grabbed her by her long black hair and pulled on it, “You don’t scare me witch! I’m taking your lunch and you’re not gonna do anything about it!”
Willow tried to hide her smile as she spoke to Nancy while she was walking away, “Just remember, you are what you eat!” Nancy gave her a dirty look and walked away.
Nancy continued her mistreatment through her adult life and when she turned twenty one the transformation began. She woke up and looked at herself in the mirror to see the most horrific sight. Her nose had been replaced with the snout of a pig. Nancy let out a blood curdling scream and rapidly washed her face as she was sure she was having delusions. Unfortunately the snout was there permanently and Nancy became hysterical. She had no one to call and she dare not go outside for anyone to see her in this condition. She jumped back into bed and started crying. She began her life of solitude on this day.
A year passed by and it was Halloween, the day before her birthday. The Chatoly’s were known for their kindness at all holiday occasions, so children were ecstatic to knock on the door for their Halloween treats. However, this time, the visit would not be so pleasant. Nancy answered the door with a veil wrapped around her face. She scowled at the small children who wished her a “Happy Halloween.” She pretended like she was about to give them candy and grabbed their buckets and pillow cases out of their hands and slammed the door shut. The kids banged on the door, screaming and crying, but Nancy wouldn’t answer. She did this several times that night until she had enough candy to fulfill her appetite.
The next morning, Nancy looked in the mirror to find a horrific sight! Her hair was starting to fall out and her body was ever so plump. When she raised her hands to grab her hair, she noticed her fingers looked like a pigs knuckles. She looked down to see her feet looked the same. She cried and cried, pulling more of her hair out as she did. The only thing that comforted her was to eat everything in sight.
Each year that Nancy spread ill will, the more hideous she appeared. She had to succumb to roaming the town late at night to scrounge for food. She wore a hooded cape to cover her vile body and the noises that came out of her mouth were deep, low grunts instead of words. The townspeople cowered in their houses afraid of this evil beast that walks, as she rummaged through the alleys. They called her the “Night Ogre.” She would break windows to get into pastry shops and candy stores, until she had enough to supply her for a few days. The poor souls never knew when she would appear and so no one dared to walk the streets after dawn for fear of their lives.
The day after Halloween in 1986, Nancy had run out of food once again. She tried to leave her house that night but she was so big that she couldn’t fit through her door. She turned sideways, and she still couldn’t get out. She tried to squeeze herself through, but to no avail. She ransacked her entire kitchen to find something to eat, but nothing was left. In a slump, she plopped into bed and fell asleep. Nancy would not wake up the next morning.
A few weeks later the authorities entered the mansion as no activity had been present around the house. Nancy was no where to be found, but they were shocked to find the biggest swine they have ever seen in her bedroom. With the evil woman nowhere to be found, and the Night Ogre not making an appearance for weeks, the townspeople decided to celebrate by having a feast. They staked the giant swine and gathered with their families to celebrate Thanksgiving. The swine was so succulent and sweet and there was more than enough to share with everyone who lived there.