“The Stüpp is a type of werewolf from German folklore. It usually waits around crossroads at dusk and after dark and leaps on unsuspecting passers. And that’s it. While other werewolves would promptly tear your face off, the Stüpp just stays clenched to the hosts back like a backpack, forever. As the person struggles to get the creature off, it grows in size, meaning the more they struggle the greater it grows until the person either has their legs broken or shattered, or they die of exhaustion.”
Earliest Accounts of Werewolves
Some of the first accounts of werewolves come from Ancient Greek literature. Ovid, in the Metamorphoses, told of the Arcadian King, Lycaeon. King Lycaeon was visited by Zeus. Not believing him to be a true all-knowing god he decided to test Zeus by serving him human flesh in one of the many dishes served at a banquet in their honor. And not just any flesh — Lycaeon served up his own sons’ flesh. Yikes! His son Nyctimus was just one of 50, so I guess Lycaeon felt he had plenty more where that came from.
Unsurprisingly, this was not a very smart move… Upon discovering the tainted dish, Zeus changed King Lycaeon into a werewolf — since he obviously liked human flesh, the wolf form would be a more acceptable form to take part in such a vile activity. Zeus then brought his son Nyctimus back to life.
In the mountains of Auvergne France, a story dating back to 1588 was told of a royal female werewoman. In the story, a nobleman was gazing out of his window and upon seeing a hunter he knew, asked him to check back with details of the hunt. While in the forest, despite still being in sight of his master’s chateau, the hunter stumbled upon a wolf. In the ensuing struggle, the hunter severed one of the wolf’s paws and placed it in a pouch.
Upon returning to the chateau with his gruesome prize, he opened the pouch to show the nobleman evidence of his encounter. What they discovered was not paw at all, in fact, the pouch now contained what looked to be a feminine hand bearing an elegant gold ring. The gentleman recognized the ring, sent the huntsman away, and sought for his wife. When he went came upon her in the kitchen, he found her nursing a wounded arm in the kitchen. The nobleman removed the bandage only to find that her hand had been cut off.
Upon questioning her she finally admitted to being the wolf with whom the hunter encountered, and by her confession, she marked herself for certain execution — in a matter of days, she was burned at the stake in Ryon.