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The TV filled the dark room with a teal glow, and the voice of an anchorman happily predicted the weather of the coastal east for tonight and beyond. The weatherman waved his arms in front of a seven-day weather prediction. The screen showed sunny skies and cool air for the entire week, then the panels flipped over, showing the temperatures for the night. The first panel showed a big and bright moon. Then the rest had the declining phases of the moon for the week.

The TV was the only noise I could hear throughout my humble house. The lively forest outside my backyard that buzzed with the sounds of night hushed into a deadly silence. It was as if every living creature outside my backyard hid from wherever the bright moon's rays shined. They had the right idea, and I followed in their example.

I huffed quietly as my lungs were recovering from the record-breaking retreat a couple of minutes ago. My arms and legs were sore from dragging my dresser to block the window that was usually kept open for the air to cool me down when I slept. Tonight though, I don't think I will get much sleep.

Not when those hungry red eyes were out there.

I curled behind a chair that hid me from that window. It hid me from the predatory glint of those razor-sharp teeth that shined like polished silver in the night. It's all that I could do, cower in fear and exhaustion. Every now and then, I peeked over the leathery flower-pattern chair in the direction of the dresser and the window. I expected any second for it to spot me in the crack of the window and break into the house and make me it's late-night dinner.

I sat my ass back down and focused on the screen across the room. The sounds of the TV was nothing but distracting noise that kept me from hearing the thing in the woods. All I could do was concentrate on the lack of noise outside. Nothing was alive back there, just like when I woke up at my camp.

Then a deathly howl pierced the night, and a horrible chill went down my spine. It was real, and it was right outside my house. It's probably right by the edge of the forest, maybe even closer.

It knows. It knows where I am. It's going to FUCK me up.

I closed my eyes, and I remember the hulking figure that hunched over from above the trees above the dim campfire. It somehow clung onto a thick branch that buckled from the immense mass. Its eyes still burned into my vision, the growling still reverberated in my head, and its... curves? I remember it having curves and something swaying from its chest. But that was at the back of my mind when I saw its fangs and that drooling jaw.

I didn't stick around much to take in the entire sight. I ran as hard as I could like a bat out of hell. It howled when I took off, the sound of my camp behind me ripped apart, I knew it was chasing after me.

And now, somehow, I'm here alive, and so was it. All I could do is sit on my butt and wait for it to either get bored or get inside. And those moments were getting more agonizing as its howls got closer and closer until it sounded like it was right behind the walls. Then a thump rattled at the window.

Oh fuck, oh fuck. It's here.

I peeked over the chair again. The moonbeams were nowhere to be seen. Then a loud sniffing came through the window. I laid down flat on the floor and made myself as hidden as possible behind the chair. It scratched at the walls and the window. Every rake of its claws sounded in my body like a fork scratching at a plate. The sniffing stopped. It was quiet. I thought it had walked away, and I craned my head over to the window. But then the window shattered, glass spilled in-between the dresser and the wall. I got back on the ground as the creature thumped against the dresser.

But it did not go through. It bumped on the cabinet twice to make room for its snout to snake in to sniff out for its prey. I watched from the floor as its titan-sized black snout twitched as it searched for my scent. It only took a second for it to spot me, and its licked its chops with a thick red tongue. It feverishly growled, pushing the cabinet with a rush of strength. The dresser fell to the ground with a splintering thud. The thing looked straight at me and smiled with its piercing red eyes and killer jaws.

I didn't stick around long, and I bolted into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I locked the door and yelled out a string of 'fucks' and 'shits' as I jumped into the tub and cowered in fear.

It's in my room and it's going to kill me and eat me and--

A heavy knock came from the door. I heard it scratch and bump against it. It panted through the wood, and I could only sit in the corner of the tub and hyperventilate. It smacked at the door, and I knew it wouldn't last against the beast. In my panicked breathing, I smell it, a salty and earthy smell. I recognized that smell, the smell of drool from a wolf.

This was it.

I was about to be mauled by a werewolf.