The Beast of Whitefish Bay

In the town of Whitefish Bay, the people have secrets to keep and fear in their hearts when they sleep. They scarcely wander from light and never-ever go out at night. Only in whispers will they say, "Beware the Beast of Whitefish Bay."

In the town of Whitefish Bay, the dread is flagrant in the air for here a creature makes its lair. Only the dead know where to find it for their bones are buried behind it. Somewhere in the gloomy gray lurks the Beast of Whitefish Bay.

In the town of Whitefish Bay, no one knows how long they'll last; death is always approaching fast. It's a normal day and then you're never to be seen again. Something makes you its prey; it's the Beast of Whitefish Bay

In the town of Whitefish Bay, the people greet you with a smile. They invite you to stay awhile but if you want to live you should flee this town and leave for good. Run back home — do not delay. Fear the Beast of Whitefish Bay.

In the town of Whitefish Bay, the streets are quiet and clean, mournful of the things they've seen. The people are cursed, they assume, each one aware of impending doom, haunted to their dying day by the Beast of Whitefish Bay. Jacob Mielke