It's a serene September morning in 1935, about two miles north of the Scottish

farming village of Moffat, an area known as the Devil's Beef Tubb.

It's a beautiful area, despite the name, an isolated region of deep ravines, rolling green hills,

and massive chunks of rock that punch out from the earth

like gnarled stone fists.

The river Anon winds through it all, flowing out to the sea. It's a lonely, striking

place that attracts hikers and nature lovers from around the United Kingdom.

People like 24-year-old Susan Johnson and her 19-year-old brother, Alfred.

Susan and Alfred are tourists from the Glasgow area just out for a

morning stroll on a lovely fall day. Birds are chirping, the skies are blue, Then, crossing an old stone bridge, Susan and Alfred stumble upon a brutal

scene so dark and out of place, it's hard for them to make sense of what they're actually seeing.

They've gone there on a fishing holiday and had been out walking.

That's Susan's niece, Sheila Livingstone.

Alfred was her father.

But apparently, Susie had looked over the bridge and seen what she thought was a woman's hand and

father had scrambled it down into the ravine and he had unwrapped one of the parcels and seen a face looking up at him.

Except that it's not actually a face.

Not anymore.

The skin has been completely removed.

So have the eyes, the nose, the lips, the ears, and teeth. They've all been cut away. It's absolutely

unimaginable. Alfred stares down in shock at this thing, this adult head wrapped in a child's onezy.

Aunt Susie was a very talented fisherman and father was a great shot. They slayed everything that moved and ate it so

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