MOON, FANGS AND DESIRE
I may have a flair for the dramatic, but I had my limits.
I was a girl of logic and reality. Myths never scared me. What scared the hell out of me, was people. They were the real monsters, not some century old creatures from old storybooks, and horror movies.
I had brought my journal with me, so I began writing again, as the possibility of making friends here, reduced to zero.
My entries were mostly about the things I missed. Our old house, my friends, school, and all the fun of Texas.
I also write about this new creepy place. The wolves I think I hear at night, even though the sheriff assured us that there hasn't been a wolf in the town for decades.
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