The Mad House

Prologue 1: The Eery Song

The little, brown she-pup sniffed the air. The nightlight air was frigid and stung her under her thick fur. A fence surrounded her backyard, keeping her out of the outside world.

Her head was half way out of the door trap. The old door above her, creaked when the slight wind pushed against it. The house she lived in was an old, abandoned house in an old abandoned neighborhood.

She could hear her parents snoring inside. She wanted to go outside, under the full moon's light and sing. There was a song she sang, it carried her fears away when she awoke up from a bad dream. Or when there was a storm she would sing quietly to herself.

For the past few moons, she sang under the moon. Her moon. Her voice was haunting as the words came spilling out of her mouth. Even when her parents told her to stop two moons ago, she went out on the last moon and was determined to do it this moon.

She crept outside and quietly walked over to the garden, where she could see the moon clearly over the wooden fence. She stared up at the silver moon. The wind started the melody, swaying the tree branches. Swish! Swish!

The chirping crickets joined with the same rhythm. She closed her eyes and swayed in the wind like the trees. Finding the words and putting them together, she created her song, only for her moon. 'The Song of The Moon'. The music of nature slowly became one song. Finally, her voice rose, singing the first note, haunting as ever. Chilling to the bone, the song was now her. Everything she was.

“Death and fear, Your silver tear.

Heart gone black, Never to go back.

“My haunting moon, I’ll be here soon.

Even your immortality, Can't describe what you see.”

“Falling star blaze, It is not a faze.

My silver moon, Help me sing this tune.”

“Fear be gone, When I sing this song.

I’ll come for you, If you howl to my moon.”

“Wolfiy!” Her mother's voice rang out before she could sing the last verse. Her head shot around and there stood a gray she-wolf. Even in the dim, silver light she could she could see the horror on her mother's face. Wolfiy didn't move. Everything was dead silent, as if the world was holding his breath.

“Yes, Mother,” She finally said. Her mother's expression deepened as she spoke those words with the lingering haunted voice she sang with.

“Get inside now,” was all her mother could say. Wolfiy bowed her head respectfully and followed her mother inside. There inside, her father's head was sticking up out of their bed. His dark gray fur was bristling and his gold eyes flashed with....fear? But his deep growl sounded aggravated and angry.

Her mother turned to her and sat down. Her silver-blue eyes sparkled with fear in the light of the sliver moon. Her moon. She stared back up at her with an innocent look, but it didn't fool her mother.

“Wolfiy,” her mother sighed. “I am lost for words. You know that we don't allow you to go out at night on a full moon and to...” She shook her head. “To sing a song like that on a full moon. What are you thinking!?”

Wolfiy didn't answer. She just looked up at her mother, expressionless.

“Wolfiy, answer your mother,” her father said with a deep growl. Wolfiy looked down at her paws, brown with fur. She chuckled, no longer in control of herself.

“Mother?”

“Yes?”

“Mother...”

her mother looked at her, and said nothing. Wolfiy's whole body trembled, she had to control herself.

“M-may.....I go...........now...?” She struggled to speak.

“Yes, but wake up early tomorrow. We are going somewhere.”

Wolfiy bounded to her bed room before her mother could finish talking. She jumped into bed and covered her face. She didn't look at the moonlight, she didn't want to sing. She was afraid to. Her mother's horrified face burned her mind, she shook it off. She was no longer trembling.

“I wont sing it, ever again,” she whispered to herself. “I promise.”

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The very next morning, her mother woke her up just as the sun rose in the sky. Her father was sitting at the front door. He looked at Wolfiy's fur for a second, then turned away and walked out.

“Where are we going, Mother?” She asked looking up at the gray she-wolf. Instead of answering, she followed her mate outside. Confused, Wolfiy followed them.

They walked through the deserted neighborhood. The sun started to warm the earth beneath her paws. At the end of the road, there was a forest. Wolfiy's brown fur stood on end as they neared it.

“Mother?” she called out. Her mother never looked back at her, nor told her where they were going. She lowered her head and let out a little whine, she tried with all her might to not sing her moon song.

When they stood at the edge of the forest, her parents looked at each other. Then her father lifted his head and let out at long, steady howl. They stood silently for a few minutes.

A dark figure emerged from the thick trees. A tall, magnificent, black hound walked up to them. Wolfiy hid behind her mother as the hound sat down five feet from them. He looked at her, them her parents.

“Is this Wolfiy?” He asked. His voice was deeper then her father's.

“Yes,” her father answered. Wolfiy shivered. The hound gave her a dark look.

“The song singer.....” He murmured. He crept closer to her mother.

“May I see this young pup?” Her mother moved to the side, revealing Wolfiy's brown fur and her small, scared self to the great black hound. He sniffed her. She hopped that he couldn't hear her beating heart.

“Is it a deal then?” Her father asked. Her heart leaped in her chest. Since when has there been a deal, Wolfiy thought.

“Yes, I’ll take this pup off your paws.” Panic arose in Wolfiy. She breathed faster and looked up at her mother.

“Mother?” Her voice shook, like the rest of her body, but her mother didn't answer.

“Mamma?” The Great Wolf leaned forward and picked her up by the scruff. She tried to get free.

“Mamma, Don't let him take me!” She screamed.

“Mamma, I promise to not sing the song again! I swear I wont!” In the corner of her eye she saw her father dip his head. The Great Wolf did the same and turned to leave.

“Mamma! Daddy! Don't let him! Mamma!” She screamed so loud, it hurt her throat. She could feel tears run down her face. The last image of her parents was them turning and walking away.

She had given up trying to get free from The Great Wolf's grip. Every time she moved, he bit down harder. Now she hung there, swaying with his movements. The forest darkened as the walked. She closed her eyes, hopping it was all a dream. She tried to convince herself that she was at home and not in a forest with some stranger.

But it was all proved wrong when she was suddenly dropped on the ground. Her eyes shot open. And there in front of her was a large building. Metal gates surrounded it. The sun faded into the clouds, gray and dull.

Her little body trembled and she pulled her ears back in fear, but The Great Wolf didn't have enough patients to watch her cower.

“Get up!” She quickly got on all fours and waited for her next orders.

“Follow me.” He walked to the gates, and as if he summoned in his mind, they opened. She quickly followed him into the yard made of stone and metal. The gates clashed closed behind her, making her jump.

“Welcome,” The low voice said. “To the insane asylum.”