The Events At Northwood City
You shrug. Probably just a figment of your imagination. Geez, stop going off into the clouds!
You hum a tune to yourself as you walk to work, but you stop when you realize you've been humming the old werewolf story rhyme.
'Here lies Mr. McBrady,
Here lies Mrs. Eljune,
They were the werewolf's loved ones,
Before he left for the moon.
Their flesh was torn and so was he,
Until he fully turned,
So children be prepared that he
Might one day return.'
It was nonsense, yes, and barely made any sense, but for some reason you glance up to the sky. Are there werewolves out there? There ARE ghosts…and vampires. But the ghosts only come out at night and the vampires are all dead. Right?
You slap yourself. Snap out of it! You have to get to work! You speed up your pace and start thinking.
When did these creatures even come to Earth? Or were they already on Earth before humans existed? Why do they 'turn' humans into their own kind? You keep thinking of difficult questions that you can't answer. It makes your head pound and you to lose focus. You bump into something and fall to the ground on your back, the hard cement cutting into your skin through your clothing.
Cursing to yourself, you look up. You had walked into…
You hum a tune to yourself as you walk to work, but you stop when you realize you've been humming the old werewolf story rhyme.
'Here lies Mr. McBrady,
Here lies Mrs. Eljune,
They were the werewolf's loved ones,
Before he left for the moon.
Their flesh was torn and so was he,
Until he fully turned,
So children be prepared that he
Might one day return.'
It was nonsense, yes, and barely made any sense, but for some reason you glance up to the sky. Are there werewolves out there? There ARE ghosts…and vampires. But the ghosts only come out at night and the vampires are all dead. Right?
You slap yourself. Snap out of it! You have to get to work! You speed up your pace and start thinking.
When did these creatures even come to Earth? Or were they already on Earth before humans existed? Why do they 'turn' humans into their own kind? You keep thinking of difficult questions that you can't answer. It makes your head pound and you to lose focus. You bump into something and fall to the ground on your back, the hard cement cutting into your skin through your clothing.
Cursing to yourself, you look up. You had walked into…