Memoirs of a Lost Girl- Were wolf
Scratching. Noises. Growling. It was under the bed. All monsters are there aren't they?
Under the sheet. Waiting for the wolf to get her. It would. Eventually. Would it eat her? Would it talk to her first? Can a eight year old reason with a were wolf? Come to think of it can an adult?
It stopped. No more. She creeps slowly from under the sheet. She sees a shadow in the corner and she knows its sitting there staring at her. Its yellow eyes. Sharp teeth. Waiting to pounce. She would be tasty but for nylon ladybird nightie that could be a little chewy. She waits. They stare at each other. Nothing. Nothing happens. She bravely gets out of bed and goes on all fours and crawls towards the corner. Stalking each other. Shaking and needing a wee she pounces into the corner headfirst into a pile of clothes on the floor. It had gone. It ran off. She scared it. She runs back to her bed at full speed bouncing off the springs. Straight under the sheet. She prays to something. Jesus maybe.
Next morning she sees the pile of clothes on the floor in the corner. She gets up and looks under her bed expecting nothing. He would of gone. He hates daylight or is that vampires?
She finds a little tape recorder. She rewinds the tape. She hears the scratching noises. The growling and howling. No monster just brothers.
Under the sheet. Waiting for the wolf to get her. It would. Eventually. Would it eat her? Would it talk to her first? Can a eight year old reason with a were wolf? Come to think of it can an adult?
It stopped. No more. She creeps slowly from under the sheet. She sees a shadow in the corner and she knows its sitting there staring at her. Its yellow eyes. Sharp teeth. Waiting to pounce. She would be tasty but for nylon ladybird nightie that could be a little chewy. She waits. They stare at each other. Nothing. Nothing happens. She bravely gets out of bed and goes on all fours and crawls towards the corner. Stalking each other. Shaking and needing a wee she pounces into the corner headfirst into a pile of clothes on the floor. It had gone. It ran off. She scared it. She runs back to her bed at full speed bouncing off the springs. Straight under the sheet. She prays to something. Jesus maybe.
Next morning she sees the pile of clothes on the floor in the corner. She gets up and looks under her bed expecting nothing. He would of gone. He hates daylight or is that vampires?
She finds a little tape recorder. She rewinds the tape. She hears the scratching noises. The growling and howling. No monster just brothers.
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