THE SECRET OF INDIAN HILL, A NEW (OR VERY OLD) THREAT FOR DELTA GREEN (Patreon)

“The latter Pennacook legend of the ‘creature at the stones’ follows the predictable path proscribed by classic ‘tainted lands’ legends. Perhaps in pre-history, the architects of the stones to which the Pennacook ascribe such malevolence (for surely the Pennacook had nothing to do with their construction) warred with the Pennacook, or the stones marked some border between the two groups. The truth may never be known.” 

—Excerpt fromThe Megaliths of Vermont. Patterson Publishing. 1981. 

Something is wrong with Indian Hill, Vermont. It's been wrong a long, long time. The Indians knew it. The Pennacook cursed the land and told people not to settle there, even after they were treated as squatters in their own country. They called the one bald peak Gizos Ndeb in the Algonquin tongue—“Moon Head” and it was so feared a man could gain his innocence from tribal judgment by spending a night alone on it. 

There are old stones at the top of it, though even the Indians don't know  where they came from. Huge standing stones cut from the Earth nearby and erected in a rough circle, like giant, rotten teeth. No one talks about who made them. 

For years, the kids of Stoveton Vermont have called it the “Stoner's Garden”. They drank, fucked, slept and did drugs in startling amounts up there. It was a paradise, far enough from town for the local Sheriff not to bother with the long ride up and comfortable enough for a fire and a party. 

There have been incidents up there. Fights. A knifing. Worse. In 1981 there was a murder. No one seemed too surprised. These things happen, after all. After the death, the stones were isolated behind a cheap fence topped with razor wire. They remain up there, waiting for those who might go see them. 

The kids still do, you see. In the night, near the New Moon.