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Authors: R. L. Stine
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catch up with the two werewolves. Just past the
bent, old-man tree, I heard an animal grunt. And then a shrill cry of attack.
I stopped—and peered through a low evergreen shrub. Mouths gaping open,
claws raised, the two wolf creatures leaped.
They’ve caught someone! I realized, frozen in horror.
Who is it? My aunt? My uncle?
24
The two werewolves wrestled with their prey.
I heard a shrill bleat of pain. Then I saw four hooves shoot up in the air.
Not a human, I realized, squinting into the dim light. They’ve trapped a
deer. A baby deer.
They’re going to kill it.
They’re going to tear it to shreds.
What can I do? I asked myself. How can I save it?
I didn’t think. I was too terrified to think clearly.
I tossed back my head. And I let out a loud wolf howl.
My cry echoed off the trees.
The snarling werewolves stopped their attack. They raised their heads.
They turned toward my cry.
Just long enough for the fawn to scramble to its feet. It shook itself—like
a dog after a bath—and took off into the trees.
The werewolves sniffed the air furiously. They didn’t seem to notice that the
fawn had escaped. Their eyes glowed red in the pale moonlight. They turned,
uttering low, angry growls. Lowered their heads. And came charging at me.
25
I staggered back.
Too frightened to move.
No time to run.
The ground seemed to shake under the thunder of the wolves’ paws.
I opened my mouth to scream—but no sound came out.
The wolves’ jaws snapped. Their red eyes glowed as if on fire.
I raised my arms in front of me, as if to shield myself.
Prepared for the attack.
And the wolves turned away. Turned sharply to the right, running together.
A scrawny brown rabbit scrambled over the path.
The wolves had turned away from me to chase the rabbit!
Snarling furiously, they lowered their heads—and caught the rabbit easily.
The little creature didn’t put up much of a fight.
One wolf snapped its neck. The other bit hungrily into its belly.
Breathing hard, I swung my camera case around. And pulled the camera out with
a quick jerk.
My hand trembled as I raised the viewfinder to my eye. But I steadied the
camera with both hands.
And clicked off a shot.
And then another.
I snapped a shot of the wolves tugging the rabbit apart. And another shot of
the two of them eating side by side.
When the wolves finished, nothing remained of the rabbit. Licking their
teeth, they turned and loped off into the trees.
Holding my camera in front of me with both hands, I followed after them.
I guess I was in some kind of shock. I know I wasn’t thinking clearly.
I was barely thinking at all!
I had nearly been caught by the two werewolves. They would have finished me
the way they’d finished that poor rabbit.
But I knew I had to follow them. I had to stay in the woods.
I had to warn my aunt and uncle. I had to find them and tell them they were
wrong about the Marlings. That Hannah told the truth.
I had to let them know the danger they were in.
And I had to take more photographs.
I’d been through such a horrible scare. My heart pounded, and my arms and
legs felt all trembly and weak. I didn’t feel like me. I felt as if I were
outside myself, watching myself.
But I knew I couldn’t run back to the house. Not until my aunt and uncle were
safe.
I kept pretty far behind the creatures, far enough that I could slip behind a
tree or bush if one of them glanced back. And I kept my camera raised, ready to
snap off shots.
They loped slowly to the creek. I watched them lower their heads and noisily
lap up water.
They didn’t look at all human now. Their bodies had become wolf bodies. I
couldn’t see anything human in their faces. Their glowing eyes were animal eyes.
They took a long drink from the creek, washing down their dinner, I guess. I
steadied my camera and clicked off several shots.
I wished Hannah had come with me. I wanted someone else to be there with me,
to
bent, old-man tree, I heard an animal grunt. And then a shrill cry of attack.
I stopped—and peered through a low evergreen shrub. Mouths gaping open,
claws raised, the two wolf creatures leaped.
They’ve caught someone! I realized, frozen in horror.
Who is it? My aunt? My uncle?
24
The two werewolves wrestled with their prey.
I heard a shrill bleat of pain. Then I saw four hooves shoot up in the air.
Not a human, I realized, squinting into the dim light. They’ve trapped a
deer. A baby deer.
They’re going to kill it.
They’re going to tear it to shreds.
What can I do? I asked myself. How can I save it?
I didn’t think. I was too terrified to think clearly.
I tossed back my head. And I let out a loud wolf howl.
My cry echoed off the trees.
The snarling werewolves stopped their attack. They raised their heads.
They turned toward my cry.
Just long enough for the fawn to scramble to its feet. It shook itself—like
a dog after a bath—and took off into the trees.
The werewolves sniffed the air furiously. They didn’t seem to notice that the
fawn had escaped. Their eyes glowed red in the pale moonlight. They turned,
uttering low, angry growls. Lowered their heads. And came charging at me.
25
I staggered back.
Too frightened to move.
No time to run.
The ground seemed to shake under the thunder of the wolves’ paws.
I opened my mouth to scream—but no sound came out.
The wolves’ jaws snapped. Their red eyes glowed as if on fire.
I raised my arms in front of me, as if to shield myself.
Prepared for the attack.
And the wolves turned away. Turned sharply to the right, running together.
A scrawny brown rabbit scrambled over the path.
The wolves had turned away from me to chase the rabbit!
Snarling furiously, they lowered their heads—and caught the rabbit easily.
The little creature didn’t put up much of a fight.
One wolf snapped its neck. The other bit hungrily into its belly.
Breathing hard, I swung my camera case around. And pulled the camera out with
a quick jerk.
My hand trembled as I raised the viewfinder to my eye. But I steadied the
camera with both hands.
And clicked off a shot.
And then another.
I snapped a shot of the wolves tugging the rabbit apart. And another shot of
the two of them eating side by side.
When the wolves finished, nothing remained of the rabbit. Licking their
teeth, they turned and loped off into the trees.
Holding my camera in front of me with both hands, I followed after them.
I guess I was in some kind of shock. I know I wasn’t thinking clearly.
I was barely thinking at all!
I had nearly been caught by the two werewolves. They would have finished me
the way they’d finished that poor rabbit.
But I knew I had to follow them. I had to stay in the woods.
I had to warn my aunt and uncle. I had to find them and tell them they were
wrong about the Marlings. That Hannah told the truth.
I had to let them know the danger they were in.
And I had to take more photographs.
I’d been through such a horrible scare. My heart pounded, and my arms and
legs felt all trembly and weak. I didn’t feel like me. I felt as if I were
outside myself, watching myself.
But I knew I couldn’t run back to the house. Not until my aunt and uncle were
safe.
I kept pretty far behind the creatures, far enough that I could slip behind a
tree or bush if one of them glanced back. And I kept my camera raised, ready to
snap off shots.
They loped slowly to the creek. I watched them lower their heads and noisily
lap up water.
They didn’t look at all human now. Their bodies had become wolf bodies. I
couldn’t see anything human in their faces. Their glowing eyes were animal eyes.
They took a long drink from the creek, washing down their dinner, I guess. I
steadied my camera and clicked off several shots.
I wished Hannah had come with me. I wanted someone else to be there with me,
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