The Curse of the Werewolves

CH1:THE DEAD EXILE.

Believe me, that I know how beastly it is to start a story which is especially dreadful and frightening by saying, "Alas!" Said Hilengrade, and that you do not even have the slightest clue that who in the three hells Hilengrade is until the story advances--but BEFORE I begin my story, I will go deep into the starting of it.

It all started with a cold, stormy and a thunderous night when only the wicked could step outdoors. The rain came down pouring hard on the flat roof of my old car as it dove through a flood of muddy water. My cold, sweaty hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly as they became as cold as of a dead person's, and sweat rolled down my fingers. My dark auburn hair was flying wildly behind me as the car bumped again and again because of the furious speed.  My eyes were wide with insurmountable dread and fear.  because something has happened to my dearest grandma. the person with whom I had spent my childhood and shared blissful memories.

My grandma was a strong and courageous woman. She was frail-looking, and because of her tiny beady eyes, a bold chin, a small puffy nose, and overflowing greasy white hair, she looked more like a sparrow than a human. Though I had never seen my grandfather in my lifetime, I had seen his photos. He looked like a tough-looking man, and in every picture, his facial expression would resemble an English teacher, who would stare at the child who had, once again, failed to grasp the basics of Latin grammar.

Grandma lived in a beautiful manor, that stood upon an abandoned hill. A road stretches up to the hill, but it is densely packed with coniferous trees, which are painted with enriching green colour, along with the soothing and glimmering morning sunlight. The manor was known as 'El Ganòr', named by the previous owners.

Tonight when it was midnight, grandma had sent me a letter.  The letter had been written out of blood!  Worried, I had untied the letter from the red ribbon and then unfolded it, reading it, with such worried eyes. My hands had been trembling when I had been reading the letter written out of the dried blood.  It had said:

"Dear Hannah,
I'm so sorry for upsetting you the fourth time this week by my strange letters,  but I need help, but I need help. There has struck a disaster at my house, and you are the only person I can trust to help me with my problems.

I have written this letter by the blood of Mr.Smith, my neighbour. You may not remember him, but he was the man who once saved who from being trapped in a deep hole in the ground. I pierced the Inkpen into the meat of his, and then the pen soaked all the blood from it!

I ran out of ink, and the story behind his death, you may ask, is that that I found him dead in the basement. And saw a creature eating him! A creature! It was all black, so I couldn't figure out what it was. But, It was the size of two lions!

The worst part was, it saw me! I hid behind one of the old rugged couches Old Nanny gave me and then collapsed down. The creature searched for me for a while, but then it left the basement. I write you this letter to tell you please Hannah, come and help me! They will take me away, too.

Robert is back again. The blood moon came out. He's coming for sure. And I need to worship him again before it's too late.

I have erected some werewolf statues out in the garden. Don't get scared when you see them, honey. I know that it bothers you to be reading such a confusing letter, but you have to hurry over here. Hurry... before it's too late."

See? It was a really strange letter, and letters like this have been arriving since the last week. So, I decided to pull over a raincoat, go out, and drive to my grandma's manor. After some minutes, the rain finally came to a sudden stop, like if somebody has sewed the clouds up.

A ghastly view of a chained cemetery showed up upon my side.

Finally, I could hear some soft rumbling sound from the depth of the trees; lined on the backroad. The rumbling was a soft, calm sound, and it didn't take me long to realize that it was the sound of the sea! God! I was near to reach the manor, in fact, very near.

I began to drive faster with my eyes narrowed, focusing on the road. There was still water, but clean and fresh one now. The view ahead of me was beautiful but also eerie at the same time. There was a full moon above, which gave the clean water a shimmering touch. And the long trees rustled from the chilly wind. I pulled down the mirror for fresh air.

The air blasted on my face. It gave me relief, cooling my burning cheeks thankfully. I was driving faster, faster now, when I finally passed the long-lasting cemetery. I was driving fairly when a blur of brown jumped out in my direction from the bushes.

It took me a second to recognize the creature. It was a deer.

I suddenly gasped and then turned the steering wheel around wildly. The deer gave a screech, startled from the crash I have suddenly given it. I meant to turn the car around, but it was no luck. My foot accidentally stepped on the accelerator and the car passed over the deer; the wheels taking a lot of time to get over its body. I could hear painful whines of the deer beneath. What have I just done!

I stopped the car and got out quickly to check on the deer. But, I found it faces sticking out from beneath the car, with its yellow eyes all dead-like staring right at me. There was blood pouring out from its neck, and then it gave out a last painful whine before leaving this world.
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