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Curse of the Werewolf

I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead. I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead. I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman. Many people have tried to kill me but they never can. They never use silver bullets when they fire their guns. People can never escape even though they try to run. When I change back to human, I'm covered in blood and gore. I want somebody to use a silver bullet, I can't take it anymore. I can see that the moon is full tonight as I look up at the sky. I'm about to become the Wolfman and more people will die. Unless somebody does what is needed, things will get worse. Somebody must use a silver bullet and end this horrible curse.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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