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Finland, Kilpisjärvi, My home village, near Paralahti (not to be confused with Lahti near Helsinki)

This village was located very far north, near the Norwegian border and one of the few mountainous places in Finland, known as a flat country.

The search to find our remains was unsuccessful and my feet were put in the coffin with clothes and underwear that I had so that I would still have a grave.

My mother was devastated and kept thinking over and over again about my message "the big bird"

But what bird could drop a plane?... especially here! apart from breaking a propeller, drilling a cockpit in the windows, we should have found lots of feathers... but he had none!

Mom was determined to find the culprit. She received Eric and hugged each other very tightly throughout the funeral ceremony. The pilot's family was there too. My mother didn't blame them because she knew he had paid with his life too and it wasn't his fault. A collision occurred in mid-air. It wasn't a piloting error. Besides, he was an acquaintance of the family, not a friend but a friend.

The two mothers cried and the fathers were serious, their beard frosted with tears that they had hidden but that turned out to be frostbite.

The wind blew and froze to the bones and burying in frozen ground was a challenge.

The Christian rites were followed by shaman rites and then the shaman stopped suddenly and turned to the mother.

"Your daughter is still alive! I can feel it. She's hurt and calling for help! She's a prisoner of the ice monster."

Mom: "But her feet are here!"

Shamane:" I know it, but she prays and calls for help. She is hurt and suffering and she is afraid. The mountain monster guards her prisoner. Spirits never lie. Keep hope, ma'am."

Karin Shouted :" Françoiiiiss What if the shaman was right??????????? What if she had garotted her feet? And would be a prisoner of an animal or a sadist? Do something, I beg you."

He compressed Karin in his chest and said: "If there was any hope..... my poor girl " and he turned to the shaman: "Why do you torment her? You see well..."

Shaman:" I am blind but I see you. You want to protect Karin and you think she's crazy, but I heard Heater's screams and cries and prayers. In her prayers, she begs: "Kill me! So much she suffers" Didn't she have a little sister Lucie? who drowned under the ice? at 3 years old? "She prays to join Lucie"

François was shocked.

"How do you know that? No one but the family knows about this! Heater was only 5 years old when it happened."

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Shaman: "Spirits never lie. You will find your daughter again. But her appearance will be changed. But don't worry, you are her family and she loves you too! Be prepared to face heavy hardship if you want to find her again. "

François: "What, it's a spirit now?"

Shaman, oh no, her heart is beating and blood is still flowing through her veins right now. She's on the side of the living, but she's how to say, disfigured... deformed and burned...

Karin: "Oh my God, my treasure........ Eric, come and help us find Heater soon"

Karin: "Shaman, shaman, can you ask the spirits where she is?"

She started with her 2 daughters to do an Eskimo dance and hit all three drums.

The three drums of the lord of the underworld that gave men enough to heat, feed and survive on the surface of the earth before returning to the world of the underworld, underground.

Bam Bam bam bam " Ayaallaa ké lléél. "Bam bam bam bam bam then her eyes turned blue and she and her 2 daughters looked west.

Then they shouted in horror: "The mountain monster saw us! Let's flee! Too late, the fire the fire the fire, it's misty" and their eyes caught fire and instead of their eyes, ashen holes. Their eyes all three of them were burned and they were in critical condition.

A helicopter ambulance was dispatched to the site but they never arrived at the hospital. The helicopter was found crashed and the bodies were cut in half, the upper part missing. The pilot was found. When the police wanted to notify the shaman's family, the wooden house was in ashes, the family with.....

Karin became scared and began to believe the poor shaman who had disappeared with her 2 daughters.

Francis now was in doubt. Something was not normal. The shredded plane, now, the ambulance and the upper part of the body missing.

The police made a silicone mould of the wounds and instead of seeing traces of cuts, they were teeth, mouldings of teeth And the mouldings corresponded to the tears on the helicopter cabin and then on the remains of the plane.

What monster would have shredded a plane like that. No one understood and the investigators closed the file for lack of evidence.

Back home, Eric spent several hours searching the internet for information but nothing convincing except that disappearances around the mountains were more frequent these days. More bear and predator attacks than usual.

He put it on a map and all the disappearances made a circle around a mountain range in wild reserves.

Only an extinct species could do that, but it would take a cryptozoologist to do such an investigation.

A patriot would be welcome and he looked for one. Ah, Tempere University in the south. They have scientists and zoologists.

Eric took pictures of the casting and bites and sent it to one of Tempere's teachers, Professor Ingmar, originally from L'Oulu in the north. His hobby being hunting, he should be interested. He was also president of a big game hunting club and organized expeditions to the far north.

The reaction was not long in coming.

Riing, made the phone call.

"Hello, Ingmar on the line."

Hello Professor, I'm Karin, Heater's mother who was in the plane crash two weeks ago. The shaman and her two daughters had their eyes cremated in front of us and they were cut in half and the helicopter was destroyed. the authorities made casts and my daughter's last word on the black box was: "watch out for the big bird" then nothing, crash. The aircraft would have been shredded in the middle of the flight. When I look at the casting and the traces on the metal, it's not an explosion, it's claws.

THE shaman said she was trapped by the mountain monster and the three of them were looking in the same direction before their eyes were incinerated.

You are our only hope, find my daughter or her remains. I'll pay whatever it takes."

Ingmar:" I hope it's not a scam, otherwise it will cost you a lot of money! I'm taking the night train and preparing what it takes now to launch an expedition."

I request a deposit of 10,000 euros with proof of payment now to see if you are serious about the request. If you cancel, the university will refund you in full.

A titanic man stood up. He alone represented the power of a hunter, a force of nature. His hands were so big that he could put anyone's head in his palm.

He made a few phone calls and raised his voice several times and put his old Mercedes away at home. This poor car had 1,700,000 km on its meter. More than just a semi-trailer. At home, he loaded a pickup truck with large drums with heavy and investigative equipment and a mobile phone tracker. Indeed, even when switched off, and when the mobile phones were switched off when they received a radar wave, they sent back an ultra weak echo.

But this antenna was designed to find these echoes and locate them.

Ingmar: "Poor children, he said to himself! This time I got you, you monster!" and he took the portrait of his missing wife with him, kissed her and put the frame back in his backpack.

"I will avenge you, I promise!"

And Ingmar closed some luggage. Exited and loaded his pickup onto the night train. The last car used to transport the vehicles.

the train rushed into the night. A dotted light pierced the mist and darkness of the forests and lakes that constelted this very wild country. Even from the station, in the north you could hear the wolves howling, perhaps looking for a snack on a deserted platform. That's why Finns were often armed.