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The Werewolf
Bolton looked back, but could see nothing.
“Shoot, let’s keep moving, Julie! Hurry up!” he cried, the hairs on is neck beginning to shoot up like a sprouting plant.
He held onto her arm tightly, though he struggled to stay with her, for he was a high-school jock, and was compelled to leave her in assurance to save his own life. But he knew he had a duty to her as well.
“Hurry up, Julie, you’re slowin’ me down!”
A gruesome snarl projected from the unknown behind them. The growl became continuous, like a roaring, rabid engine.
“I’m outta here!” Bolton cried out in fear, abandoning young Julie to fend for herself.
“Darn it, Bolton! You coward!” She yelled.
But another loud growl compounded her sense of anger… which immediately transformed into ghoulish fear.
She breathed heavily, and began to whimper. She ran to the side of the street and hid behind a car. She slid herself beneath the car in hopes of avoiding an unwanted encounter, and waited… waited for the threat of terror to pass.
The treading of the footsteps became slower now, and she could hear her predator sniffing for a familiar scent… the smell of fresh flesh. The roaring growls began to slow in pace. The wolf, with bent legs the size of oars if straightened in length, seemed to be as large as two grown men.
“Help me, please someone help me!” She began to whisper.
Then it happened. The eyes… those piercing, biting, vicious, dreadfully eerie, blade-like eyes stared into hers as if locked on to her face. The wolf opened his mouth to reveal razor-sharp, lengthened, and innumerable fangs that crowded a long, blood-red tongue. She stupidly shrieked for someone to help, desperate in need of someone to save her…
“HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!” She cried in terrifying horror.
The rabid wolf dove in one rapid motion at the young girl, and she shrieked with utmost in high pitch as she braced herself for her untimely demise.
But as luck held out, she was not harmed… for the wolf was too large to fit beneath the car. After a number of attempts… he finally retreated.
The young girl, frightened beyond imagination finally realized the situation, and began to whimper and weep after the shock.
“Julie! Julie! I’m back! Please don’t be hurt!” Bolton cried out to his girlfriend. He had turned on his ways of cowardice and came to save Julie.
But this was not what was supposed to happen.
Julie’s heart rate began to quicken once more, as her eyes widened in terror once again.
“BOLTON GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE GET OUT OF HERE!”
“I won’t leave you, Julie!” He ignorantly replied, creeping closer.
But as soon as he reached the other side of the car… he became entrenched in his stance, too frozen in fright to move… he was staring straight into the eyes of monstrous horror.
“No… no…” he whispered.
The wolf licked its recently bloodied mouth, as if to say ‘You’re next’ and dove his teeth into the live flesh of the young teenager to end his life and tear away until all but bone was left. Julie screamed in horror as she traumatically watched the flow of blood enter beneath the car.
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