BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october first

WEREWOLF MATT

Living in Boston, there were rumors following everywhere. They lessoned as the spring and summer weather started, but as soon as September rolled around, there were mysterious disappearances, bodies filling morgues. It was terrifying as a little girl. Every nook and cranny hid monsters, nightmares all the time. Being outside past sundown was a rush as a teenager. The unknown beyond. There were parties in the woods, teens going missing weekly. It seemed as if no one cared. The police trying to hush down the rumors of what was lurking in the woods to it being a simple bear attack. An animal wondering lose.

Everyone knew, or at least thought they knew what it was. There were some stupid enough to try and catch it. Then, there were the parents and adults who believed they knew better. Their supernatural limited brain completely denying to truth. They all believed there was a serial killer on the lose. They had committees on the hunt for it. They were stupid, and often times ended up dying or in a coma from an attack. It left children orphans, husbands and wives widowed. It left a huge whole in the Somerville community. Worse than the adults who thought they knew better, were the drunk teenagers hauling huge camera equipment into the woods late at night, trying to catch the true killer. It was a night, stormy and cold when three brothers decided to head into the woods as well. These boys had started filming random videos since they were young children, posting various ones on YouTube and Instagram accounts.

All wanting a shot at fame and fortune for catching the mysterious hidden murderer, they all sought out the woods. With the full moon high in the sky, the fourteen year old boys scavenged the woods, recording the entire time. It was around 1 AM when they were going to call it quits, when there were whispers and twigs snapping, branches falling down. One by one, each triplet went missing. They all darted in all directions, fearing for their lives and suddenly wishing they hadn't decided to head into the woods at all. Wishing they were safe in their beds, tucked in warm sheets with their family surrounding them.

Nick, he was the first to be found the next morning. Half asleep, murmuring something. Something inaudible. The Somerville Sheriff hauled Nick off his feet. He looked terrified. Eyes wide, sunken in a bit. Shaking from the cold. Clothes torn to shreds but there were no marks left on him. None but dried blood. The doctors couldn't understand where the dried blood came from since he was technically fine, vitals alright. Aside from an elevated heart rate.

After three days of doctors visits, Matt and Chris were still missing. Nick was taken into the county police department and questioned. However he couldn't give much information on the night. "I don't know!" Nick shouted, tears pooling down his face. He was scared, possibly more scared than he was that night. Despite being in a room full of people, he felt so alone without his brothers. Marylou, the boys mother, sat on the left of Nick, she rested her hand on Nick's. "It's alright-"

"It's not alright!" The Deputy Sheriff shouted, "We have two more boys out there missing right now, a stack of murders and disappearances and your boy is the only one to have been found alive! I'm thinking it's him! I'm thinking killing his brothers was the last and final straw, ain't that right boy?" The deputy questioned. Nick sat in his chair, breathing heavily, eyes dark and swimming with emotions. He took deep and ragged breaths, trying to calm his breathing. He could feel his own blood pumping in his veins. He felt different. Hungry. Before Nick could get the chance to open his mouth again, the door behind them slammed open making Nick jump out of his chair in fright.

"Deputy, you've gotta see this!" an office shouts making the trio look over at him. All at once, the three of them stood up and raced out the door following the other police man. Standing in the doorway was Christopher. Twigs and leaves knotted in his hair. Eyes, once light blue, now looked dark and dead. He looked a lot sicker than Nick. He too wore tattered clothes, covered in blood. But no marks anywhere. His eyes were wide, jaw dropped open. In his left hand, he was still holding the shattered camera.