THE HOWLING DARK

't alone. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as she passed the dark windows of the nearby houses, the flickering lights inside doing

t it, exhaling a shaky breath. It was as if the weight of the town had settled onto her shoulders. She was beginning to feel like an int

kept her on edge. She lay awake for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, her mind replayi

ain, but they were closer now, surrounding her, as if the creatures were closing in. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Her legs felt heavy, like

light of the moon. She lay frozen for a moment, listening to the silence. But even though the how

unease too strong. She told herself it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the stress of the new job and the stra

were quieter than usual, the fog rolling in thicker than ever. As she passed by the forest's edge, she felt it again-a prickling sensation, like

the t

ep within the for

e howl wasn't like the others-it was different, m

ma.

It wasn't the wind.

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