Final conclusions

never returned to that place. At the beginning of the school year, I started boarding school and practically from that moment on, I moved away from my hometown. My new school, my friends, and even the girl I soon met, who is now my fiancée, allowed me to quickly forget the trauma of that encounter, which left a significant mark on me shortly afterward. After some time, the memory, though still vivid and clear, began to transform in my consciousness from traumatic to a peculiarity and adventure. Today, it no longer evokes any emotions except curiosity about who this man was and what led him to such a state, a state that, then as now, I can only describe as: Werewolfism, also known as Lycanthropy. Since I permanently severed ties with my hometown, I had no opportunity to seek answers to the questions related to this case that still haunt me to this day. Looking back on these events now, I'm surprised that the transformation of the mysterious gentleman into an animal-human hybrid occurred so quickly and seemed completely painless and natural. As I said, I don't remember the moon phase, but I doubt whether the event was accompanied by a full moon, which would be consistent with the general consensus on this matter in pop culture and stemming from historical accounts. I'm convinced that my fear would be incomparably greater and more burdensome if I encountered something that was clearly completely unknown to me, exhibited intelligence that might surpass me, or possessed abilities beyond my comprehension, as is the case with encounters with ghosts or beings we mistake for visitors from other planets, from which the ordinary walls and doors of our homes could not protect us.So far, I've only told one person about it, my fiancée. Unfortunately, she's a very down-to-earth person, and although she believes me, or at least I trust that she does, she doesn't seem to pay any attention to it. She tries to rationalize it as simply seeing a strange animal or a figment of my imagination, triggered by traumatic experiences. My father died suddenly shortly before the event. I didn't discuss the event not only because I feared the audience's reaction, but also because I had no doubts about its nature, and as I mentioned, after some time, I no longer felt any strong negative emotions that would require me to confide in anyone. The entire incident was clear and understandable to me. It also prompted me to deepen my interest in cryptozoology and paranormal phenomena, which has become a permanent passion of mine. What prompted me to share this information in this message was the belief that sharing this information could contribute to a general increase in knowledge about this and other similar phenomena, especially if an expert in the field had the opportunity to review it.

I won't deny that I'm very curious to hear other opinions and knowledge about similar events, preferably from the not-so-distant past. To clarify, even excluding metamorphosis, there's no animal in the world with which I could confuse this creature. The event wasn't accompanied by any additional phenomena, such as loss of time, a suspicious and unnatural silence, lighting effects, or suspicious sounds. Throughout the entire event, I also remember hearing a faint rustling of trees and water rushing in the nearby stream. The creature was clearly physical in nature, as it made sounds of movement and stirred the wheat stalks as it crossed the field. Although I desperately wanted to, I didn't have the courage to return to the site the next day to examine the tracks. I am convinced that it left enormous, quasi-wolf-like paw prints among the soft, cultivated earth and wheat stalks.