Beware the Full Moon
Tonight, the full moon is out. I can hear the howls echoing throughout the forest. Go ahead,
don't believe me, but don't say I didn't warn you. Every night like tonight, he returns.
About ten years ago, in this very town, there was a gentle man named Eric Masterson. The
town looked to him as a kind, gentle, and passionate man. He was the towns doctor and vet.
People could come to him for anything, even just to talk about something on their mind. He
was there to listen to everyone. One night, three children were on their way to a friends
house. It was late at night, and the children wandered off into the forest. Around midnight,
with a full moon in the sky, the children decided to sleep against a tree that had been
chopped down a while ago. One of the children woke up from their sleep, and decided to go
down to the stream to get a drink. While the other two children were sleeping, the child
walked down a small path to the stream. While walking, he heard strange noises coming
from the trees, and the shaking of bushes. He started to get worried, and decided to head
back to the others. When he turned around, he noticed that the path was gone. He shouted
out, "HELP!", and listen for a reply. About thirty seconds later, the howl of a wolf was heard,
and it was not far at all. He ran and ran. not knowing where he was going. While running, he
heard giant footsteps following him, along with the howling noises surrounding. Finally, he
made it back to their campsite. He thought it would be best to wake the other, and rush
home immediately, even though they did not know where they were. He went to wake the
others, but when he came to a good glimpse of them, they were covered in blood, and torn
to shreds. He started to panic, and heard that the giant footsteps were getting closer. He hid
in a bush, and sat there silently....he heard nothing. He was waiting for something to show
up. He felt accomplished of fleeing from the creature, that was until he felt breathing coming
from behind him. He quietly closed his eyes, and was torn to shreds. The next day, the
family of the children went to Masterson's house to ask for help finding their children. They
slammed the door open, and in the middle of the floor, was a small corpse, and Masterson,
covered in blood, except, Masterson was still breathing.
The town said they disposed of Masterson, but that cannot be true. I see shadows all around,
and I still hear the howls at night. Stay inside, and beware the full moon.
Copyright © Daniel Mcgraw | Year Posted 2010
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