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It wasn’t the side she knew of her. “Nope.” Layla was quick to deny. “Some random stories aren’t scary. But…” She paused to take a look at their faces making sure she had successfully grabbed their attention. “What if those stories are near you?” she asked, sending a shiver down to their back with her low, eerie voice.

he hesitated. I smirked, already anticipating the embarrassment. “I, uh, found a site last night,” he admitted, cheeks tinged pink. “Since I knew we’d be passing through Nevada…” “What’s it called?” William asked, barely containing a laugh. Alexandra exhaled hard. “Hellhoundslair dot com.” William snorted. “Let me guess—operated from someone’s mom’s basement?” That got me. I burst into laughter. When William looked back at me, I faked a coughing fit to cover it up.

His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats. “Signing an online form to consent to consensual-non-consensual sex with strangers isn't the wildest thing we’ve done together.” He scolded but Mike was so fear-stricken that he refused to be shut up. “Yeah, but not in a fucking haunted mansion—” “I said it’s not a fucking haunted mansion,” Gem interrupted him, kicking him in his shin. Mike groaned in pain and she quickly rushed to him, her hand wrapped around him. “Are you alright?”

he says leaning against the car. “This is harassment and I’m calling the police,” I say and I pull out my phone but my hands are shaking too much to unlock it. He laughs again and there’s no humor in it. “And tell them what, that your boss is not human and you’re scared? They’ll love that, probably get you a nice psychiatric hospital.” “I took a screenshot,” I blurt out and I don’t know why I’m saying this except that I need some kind of weapon. “Of those websites about werewolves and I’ll—I’ll—”

My fingers flew over the keyboard typing werewolves into the internet search bar. The screen filled instantly with stories, myths, and folklore. Fairy tales. Hollywood monsters. All related to werewolves. I scrolled past frantically. And found nothing real. My chest loosened slightly. I convinced myself werewolves were truly just myths and folklore to scare children. But my hands didn’t stop typing and searching until I stumbled upon a small link: Classified information. Restricted access. My pulse thundered. I clicked it without hesitation and soon regretted it. The page loaded slowly. Then images of beast bitten bodies and scattered bodies appeared on the screen.

And here I was, the unluckiest person alive. I just sat there, frozen stiff. Not because I wanted to, not because some invisible thing was holding me, but because my legs, these two things that carried me for nineteen years, just wouldn’t move anymore. They were stuck to the dusty floorboards, heavy and lifeless. My mind, though, was spinning like crazy with all sorts of scary thoughts. Alpha. Wolves. Real wolves. The kind with fur and sharp teeth and that hungry look of something that hunts. Not from fairy tales, those comfy bedtime stories where heroes always win. Not from Halloween movies, where the scares are fake and the monsters are always just some guy in a rubber mask. No, these were

Internet surf, but all websites became messy code. I tried my desk top, my phone and the TV, the whole world seems to be under some code attack. I can only go out for some fun, only to find my neighboor watering his flowers with two left hands. It started on a Tuesday. I remember because I had just paid my electricity bill online. The page loaded slowly, then everything dissolved into cascading strings of numbers and symbols—ASCII, hexadecimal, things I half-recognized from a coding class I failed in college. I refreshed. The gibberish remained. I tried G****e. Same thing. T*****r. Same. My local news site. Same.

I had my notebook, too, and Lucy had hers. “Okay, go to this website,” Lucy said, rattling off a web address. Emma and I both typed it in. “Dark Shadows?” Emma said as the page loaded in front of each of us. “How did you find this?” “I did a bunch of digging, and I found some forums where people talk about their experiences with vampires,” Lucy explained. “This is a website where they post their stories.”