By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
At the edge of town, there’s a spooky cemetary. I guess all cemetaries are scary but this one is like extra! They say once a manb who wouldn’t bare the loss of his wife. He was on his knees greiving by her stone marker when out of the woods came a giant beast! Half man, half something other wordly. A werewolf! The poor man never saw it coming because he was so lost in his emotions. The beast bit into him, passing along the beastly change. However, even in his transformation, the widower couldn’t leave his wife’s grave.
They say he still stalks the grounds today, waiting for someone to transfer the curse to so he can lay beside his wife for the rest of eternity. Of course, it’s just folklore but my friends and I decided to camp out at the very spot on All Hallow’s Eve to try and catch the widowed werewolf.
Werewolf Breeding
The cemetary was foggy when we arrived. The soft sounds of night creatures giving me chills up and down my spine. My friends shook out their sleeping bags and we cuddled in around a lantern. We started to talk about normal girl stuff when a loud growl silenced us. The werewolf was close!
The lantern flickered to darkness and the screams of my friends shocked me motionless. Everyone else scrambled up and ran but I was frozen with fear. My hair blew to the side, exposing my neck as the werewolf huffed his breath across my neck. “You look just like her.” His gravel like voice pieced my nerve endings.
A massive paw pushed on my back, putting me on all fours as his sharp teeth pulled down my pants. I wanted to scream but the fear was choking me. “I miss her so much.” He growled into my ear as I felt him climbing up to mount me. “Just one last release before I join her.”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410