The Curse of the Werewolves

CH3:GATES OF MEMORIES.

Thunder crackled into the misty night, giving off a purple illuminating glow down onto the enormous abandoned house, which was completely laid screwed in rock fragments and debris. The slender windows were constructed in a row beneath the roof. Their dark shadows stretched over me, covering me from the abnormal moonlight. My sight went on. At the side of the house, I could see a crumbled pile of black dust. Someone must have burned something there. Maybe wood.

I concentrated back to the house, taking it all in. It was hard to believe that this grim place was the same one which I remembered. I couldn't believe that where I spared the happiest moments of my life were now giving me a dangerous kind of foreboding.

I took a deep breath and then started towards the rusty iron entrance gate. My fingers coiled around it. A cold sensation raced up to my skin. I turned the handle and opened the gate, but the hinges were not oiled recently and were broken, which caused the door to spread a loud ear-piercing squeal.

I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth.
The sound really hurt my ears. "Someone definitely HAS to fix this gate..." I muttered to myself, annoyed.
I stepped inside.  My foot squished onto the wet soggy ground. The dirty water soaking my galoshes and my socks.

As soon as I have stepped inside, a strong force of wind began to rattle the iron gate and rustle the trees. A startling metallic crash made me jump right up to my feet. I gasped at the same time. Another crash. This time stronger. I turned around. I saw the iron gate proceeded backwards, and crashed it's iron bars right into the small red wall.

The gate continued to do so. The breeze was controlling it. It was swinging madly.

I turned back to face the manor. and a small flock of crying ravens fluttered into the Sky from a tree. They were flapping their wings and shouting as if warning of impending death. They soon vanished into thin air, but I could still hear their haunting cries.

I frowned.

"Something isn't right-" I whispered.
"Something is horribly wrong here... And I have to- wait- is that?"

I stared at a black statue in front of me. I raced towards it. My dark auburn hair flew wildly behind me and my bag bounced constantly. I reached towards the statue and observed it. I scrunched up my nose when I saw that the figure was of a...

Wolf!A strange-looking wolf, which strangely resembled with a human. It had its hands balled into fists and its head was raised up. Mouth turned into a small hole and it looked like as if it was howling forcefully. But the biggest question was: Did Grandma built this statue?