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always about scary things. Not that scary actually. They used to be around the night fantasy. That was what I used to call it. But she always called her supernatural. Call me superstitious, but I

things. Werewolves are not real while wolves are real. The howl was loud enough to scare the hell out of me. I could imagine the size of the wolf that might be in the cemetery. According to my calc

ere were more than just one wolf. As it happens in a horror movie, where a girl is running on the road and a stone suddenly comes in her way. She gets her foot banged with the stone a

see anything or anyone. But I could hear them. And as I had suspected, it was not just one big wolf. There were many. As the sounds were telling me. The only way I knew to sa

someone as his dinner. And now it was my turn to become his and his family's dinner. Something I was really not ready for. I was not that easy to take. I unzipped my bag and grabbed the nun

big black wolf that was growling at me. A short brown wolf from behind attacked me. It might have thought that I was looking away so it could take me. Well, not your lucky day, bitch. I swang my

punched it's jaw hard. Then I swung the nunchucks again and hit its ribs. I heard a loud crack as the nunchucks collided with its ribs. I knew I might have broken its ribs. It fell o

hen I saw what happened next. I was staring in the eyes of the big black wolf. And just as I yelled at him, I swear I saw him smirking at me. I knew what I saw. I was not drunk. I never took drugs in my life. And

far away from my reach. I tried using all my strength to free myself. But they were too many and too heavy for me. They all set their front paws on my hands and my legs to keep me pin

loudly. It opened its big and scary mouth and leaned in again towards my neck. I screamed as loudly as I could when I felt it's big sharp teeth on my neck. I was waiting for an unbearable pain to en