Werewolves Roam The Night

It was the eve of November, when the werewolves rose and the moon howled. I had woken to the sound of my parents dying screams, followed shortly by my sister. I lay cowering under my bed, praying they would not come for me. I hear scuffling and faint growls down the hallway. They’ve caught my scent and it won’t be long now. With a final sigh, I raise the gun to my head and know I will soon join my family. As I pull the trigger, the gun clicks and the werewolves burst through the door. No god was listening tonight.

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