Why Is Farmer Doug's Murder?

Farmer Doug was lying in the corner of his blazing barn, crouched down, quietly weeping while his severed leg was spurting blood. Through his cries of pain, he could hear the nightmarish moo of his beloved cow, Betsy. As her footsteps drew close, he could only ponder how this happened. How could he have been so stupid? What did this? Who did this? Finally it hit him, it started that week when he took the cows for their first bath in the newly cleaned river.

It was a sunny, happy day; his cows were walking joyfully along the trail to the river. Farmer Doug was taking his cows to bathe in water and experience the joys of cleanliness again. The river had been previously occupied by a demonic cult. They had worshiped an evil spirit. He didn’t
The next morning, Beatrice was running around crazily, Betsy was mooing like wild and Bailey was lying on the floor like she was dead. Was she dead? Farmer Doug never checked because he thought she was asleep. Oh well, nothing he could do about it now. Besides a few deaths, his cows were mysteriously disappearing. Being the lazy, dumb farmer he is, Farmer Doug suspected it was a coyote so he locked the cows in the same room. Stupid idea. He only helped the possession spread.

The obituary and front pages of The Animal Times and Friendly Farmers Weekly was overrun with his cattle; Betsy, his prize winning cow was the first to go missing, then, Beatrice and Bella had died, on the third night Bonnie and Brandy went missing. On the fourth night, Bea, Barbara, and Becky disappeared too. After that had lost 20 more cows that either died or disappeared. Farmer Doug grew suspicious and called the sheriff, but the phones were dead. He gave up and convinced himself that it was a freak accident, then went inside to catch some
He couldn’t see, but all he could feel was an excruciating pain in his leg. He could hear a slow, rhythmic chanting, that reverberated in his chest. It chilled him to the bone. Suddenly, he felt a cloth being taken off of his head. He came face to face with a demon possessed Betsy; her eyes had become milky white. Half of her face was completely exposed, and pus was oozing out of her charred skin. Her eyes were bleeding, and the blood was dripping onto his face, in hot, sticky, drops. The chant became louder, and he now understood what they were chanting; Rakshad. Rakshad was the spirit that the demonic cult by the river had worshipped, and he now knew that that “bonk” had released him. In her drooling mouth, she held a intricately engraved knife, with a 5 pointed star in the middle. Even from a distance, he could tell it was wickedly sharp. He could barely lift his head, for he was weak due to blood loss. Around him he saw his cows, all with bleeding milky white eyes. They were in a perfect circle around him. Chanting louder; Rakshad, Rakshad. He looked on the ground and with horror, he realized that he was in the middle of an enormous pentagram, painted with blood that he knew was his. The chanting was all around him. Louder, LOUDER. RAKSHAD RAKSHAD. In consummate terror, He tried to drag himself out of the pentagram. His vision was red with blood and pain. LOUDER. LOUDER, RAKSHAD, RAKSHAD. The sound was deafening now, RAKSHAD.