October 31, 1851.  East Bridge, New York.  Twin siblings, Charles and Mildred Wells, were born… or rather… unleashed into this world.  They were beautiful children… on the outside.  Inside a playful desire to torture and maim festered and grew.  Their childhood was rather uneventful or so one would believe.   

Coincidentally, around the same time, items in the town began to go missing.  First it was simply small valuables and then beloved pets.  But it was when their children started disappearing the frightened townsfolk finally took notice.   Rumors began to spread throughout East Bridge that the Wells were somehow to blame.  However, no proof could be found.

After the death of their mother, Charles and Mildred were trained by their father, a mortician, to take over the family business.  This however, only lasted a short while.   The twins abruptly left East Bridge after their father died under… ‘suspicious circumstances’.


It was 1875 when the twins arrived in Erie.  Back then, it was a booming coal mining town with a large transient population of coal miners.   Saloons and businesses sprung up along Briggs and Kattell streets catering to this thriving town and its inhabitants.   It was into this newly formed community that Charles and Mildred set up The Wells Funeral Home which was followed a year later by The Wells Hotel.  It was an immediate success, accommodating any weary traveler or local miner looking for a drink and a cheap room.

So many people came and went through Erie, it was easy for these two to carry out their macabre games of torture and death.  They built a series of tunnels from the hotel to the mortuary and from the mortuary to the corn fields.  Here the twins would delight in stalking their prey through the corn, striking from the shadows and quickly retreating.  They loved to toy with their hapless victims.  A quick blade to the leg… another to the arm; like a symphony of terror they would slowly and methodically terrorize them until they collapsed broken both physically and mentally.    

An excerpt from Mildred’s journal gives a glimpse into the depraved minds of these two and their gruesome activities:

September 18, 1888.  His name is Daniel, from the instant I saw him I knew he was our next guest.  He was so polite, just like mother had been.  ‘Yes ma’am and no ma’am, may I please have another’, on and on he went about how good the steak was that I cooked for him.  His smile and effervescent demeanor wore on me like an old rope swing on a tree limb, with each ‘thank you’ and ‘please’ it wore deeper and deeper.  If only he knew what we had planned for him, soon enough that smile would be gone, soon enough he would be in our little game, soon enough he would know terror, just like mother did.

 September 19, 1888.  Last night was the best game yet and I am almost too excited to even write about it.  Charles has taken to calling our little game, Terror in the Corn.  He always did have a flair for the dramatic, but I had to admit the name fit, especially in light of last night.  The masks we had fashioned added to the game and oh how Daniel ran for his life, as we darted in and out of the corn, poking and prodding him as he blindly tried to escape.  I delighted in his screams of terror, and how his pleas took on the sweet ring of sincerity as he begged to be set free.  I can still see the look in his eyes when I removed my mask and he realized that the woman who had cooked his steak last night, the woman he had been so nice and polite too was now the instrument of his terror and demise, that these were going to be his last few minutes on this earth, I joyfully watched as the last few sparks of life left his eyes...I laughed aloud as I wondered if he really liked the steak I cooked him or not.”

The flood of 1890 revealed the tunnels that the Wells had used to carry out their mad games and an investigation was started.  But before any formal charges could be filed, the twins disappeared into the night.   It was believed they had run off, perhaps to set up shop elsewhere.  However, considering what happened in the years after their disappearance, one has to wonder.  Slowly, the town’s population began to dwindle.  Some folks left of their own accord… others, well… no one knows for sure.  There was still an evil presence hanging over the town and no one wanted to stay.  By the turn of the century, nearly ten years after their disappearance, all that was left was a ghost town.

Only the foolhardy venture into the town anymore… especially at night… for fear that it is not as deserted as it seems.  Those that have dared walk along its darkened streets, enter its dilapidated buildings or descend into its abandoned mines swear they hear… things.  Some see… things.  A few even claim to have found more of Mildred journals… containing new entries…

Recent… entries….

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