Venomous: The Legend

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Two summers ago a couple of reckless teenagers transformed the sign that once read “Boise, Idaho”. Now it says “Poisoned”.

But Poisoned isn’t just some prank. It was a warning. It was 1812 when it all began. The Morstllew family had the best wine company Idaho has ever seen. December 19, 1812, Mr. Morstllew’s wife and kids were found stuck in a devastating blizzard, frozen to death.

Legend has it; the Morstllew’s heads were chopped off and stored in a block of ice under the town of Boise itself. Mr. Morstllew went insane, locking himself into the cellar and drawing hundreds of maps of secret underground paths. The wine company was shut down and soon abandoned.

The creepy part is, once the Morstllew house was torn down, the cellar was nowhere to be found. Hundreds of people over the years have tried digging underground, yet no one could find the hidden stash of wine.

December 19, 1912, exactly one hundred years later, the company was signed over to a young, mysterious man who bought the abandoned land that once held the Wine Company for over 10.5 million dollars, more than it was worth.

Overnight, the new wine factory was built, and business was open. Thousands of workers were hired and the secretive man was almost never seen. The only time he’d come out was on a full moon and stories say he’d  walk up and down the Morstllew plantation hissing in a foreign tongue till it became midnight. Then, he would dig.

People claimed he dug huge ditches, searching for the wine that was never able to be found. Huge, thousand feet holes in the ground. Except, by morning they would disappear and so would he.

Rumors were spread around about the man. Many were ridiculous but everyone seemed to believe them.

He has a forked tongue… like a snake.

He squeezed the life out of a rat..before eating it whole.

He’s the devil’s spawn.

Of course, rumors spread like wildfire and the man got furious.

People began dropping like flies. Family members claiming they were poisoned. Records of death after death.

It was all in the wine.

The man was nailed to a stake and burned to death on live television. What became known as “The Wine War” was over.

Or was it?

Somewhere at the edge of an old town, an old woman cackled and turned off the TV. She knew it wasn’t over. She knew something about the mysterious man and the deal he made with Mr. Morstllew. She knew this was going to happen, and she knew that in a hundred years it was going to happen again.

But that’s just a myth.

Want to know the thing about legends?

Sometimes they’re true.

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