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A short story about me and my best friend getting eaten by a werewolf.
It was 11 o’clock at night, myself and Charlotte were deciding what we should do for the night.
“I have an idea, C’mon let’s go for a walk, we could do with a good walk”, Charlotte said , as she put on her striped black and white jacket.
“Do we have to, what about the stories people have told us”, I replied, standing in front of the back door, trying to stop her from making a big mistake.
“Oh please, werewolves don’t exist. It’s just a pack of lies”, she replied. Charlotte pulled me away from the door, unlocked it and then stood on the door step holding out a torch to me.
“Nothing will happen, it’s a quiet neighbour hood anyway”, she tried to assure me.
“Fine, but don’t blame me if you get eaten by a werewolf”, I replied taking the torch from her and switching it on. We walked to the bottom of the garden, unlocked the gate, which led onto a field next to a river.
We walked along the path against the river, then walked underneath an old bridge, where black crows sat, and squawked at us. Every few moments I turned to look behind me, just incase of any followers. The wind was strong this evening, trees rustled and stones fell from nearby slopes.
A bird flew out of a bush in front of me, I jumped back and landed on the ground, my heart pounding so quickly.
“ Molly, are you okay?” Charlotte asked, as she pulled me back onto my feet.
“No I’m not okay, why couldn’t we have stayed at home?”, I asked whilst scraping the mud off of my jacket.
“It’s an adventure”, Charlotte replied as she laughed and continued walking. I followed close behind, I looked up to the pitch black night sky, just through a couple of tree branches I could see the moon. A bright, silver full moon.
All of a sudden a loud scream came from in front of me, I looked back down and saw that Charlotte was gone. I looked to the left of me and in the ground I could see a paw print and then in front of that, was a puddle of dark, fresh blood.
“Charlotte!” I shouted from the top of my voice. I got no answer, I began to panic, my heart racing with fear.
To the right of me, a bush began to rustle. I moved slowly backwards, not moving my gaze from the bush.
Then a bush behind me rustled even more. I couldn’t stay any longer, I ran as fast as possible, back towards the house. My heart pounded as I heard something behind me. I eventually lost my breath, still half way to go till I could reach safety. I tried to catch my breath and then froze, remembering that I’d heard something or someone behind me.
I turned slowly round, and I heard faint growls. When I had turned completely, I was staring into dark red eyes, eyes of hunger and anger.
The beast’s mouth opened, showing it’s sharp, white teeth and then it slammed it’s mouth shut, warning me that I was it’s midnight snack.
Charlotte was so wrong, werewolves do exist.
It stood up on it’s hind legs, growling right in my face, my heart pounded so hard that I thought it might come out of my chest. Strangely it then returned onto all fours and ran off into a nearby bush. I stopped panicking. Slowly but warily I walked backwards, keeping my eye on the bush. I turned round to head home and a few metres in front of me, the werewolf jumped out of another bush I dropped my torch, and froze with fear. “Oh crap”. I blinked twice, the last thing I ever saw was the shining moon above me.