"Full Moon" by Molly Kate Hanrahan

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.