Spooky story time...
Dead leaves danced in the late October breeze, swirling like tiny hurricanes down suburban streets peppered with Jack 'o lanterns and ghosts made of sheets.
A werewolf crouched in the shadows of an elm tree. It's yellow eyes watched children skip by in the setting sun, their bags of candy swinging happily at their sides.
A furry ear twitched on his massive head as he heard the shrill scream of some sort of fake spook followed by laughter.
They wouldn't be laughing for long, the werewolf thought, not when the spooks became real, not when the horror became deadly.
But for now he watched them in their innocence, waiting for the sun to fully set at his back and the full moon to glow vigilant and powerful in the night. Then the monsters would become real and the streets would be ripe with fear and blood.
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