The Curse of the Werewolves

CH11: DODGING THE BULLET.

All of that running made me a little breathless, and I took a deep breath. The unpleasant smell of salt air and the heady scent of seaweed pulped by the breakers on the shore stung my nostrils. The wind now had found a tiny gap in the dune's defences and was spinning the sand into a vortex of sugary grains.

The screeches and the groans from the behind had become a little low, but still, I could hear them.

A little satisfaction aroused in my heart that the hill was closer to me now, and with each step, the hill seemed to become bigger and bigger in size. A leaf from somewhere in the air slapped on my forehead along with tufts of rough grass, and I removed the mess away, groaning.

I kept on running... and running... and running... trying to dodge the bullet. I didn't wanted to land on the tip of iceberg.

I jumped a high jump and my feet landed onto the ground of the hill, squishy and muddy from the last night's rain. The ground beneath me succeeded in wetting my feet from the inside, which I rather found unpleasant. The moon became closer now, and the moonlight seemed to cut through all the fog and land specifically on me. It was not the blinding light which you get to see during the day, but it was a soft gentle light guiding the way.

In front of me, tall mighty trees stood as barriers around the family manor; the manor barely visible from between the prison which the slender trees formed.

Just a little more, The thought repeated over and over in my head. Just a little more... Just a little more... Just a little more...

This time -- I actually dared to turn my head back and look over my shoulder, and when I caught the glimpse of the thing which was chasing me, my heart came to my throat! It was an ENORMOUS creature disguised in the shadows of the trees, running and sprinting and jumping over logs and tree trunks in a rapid speed.

I screamed.

"GRAAAAARRR! SCREEEEE!"

I had no option. I HAD to kill that thing. I searched my pocket for the gun, but the pocket was empty. Oh no! It must've dropped while I was running.

The hope of having a gun was lost now, but the hope of the manor approaching me closer was still blooming in my heart, and thinking this, I increased my speed. My legs started to judder and my bones began to ache as I ran and ran and ran... Like a footballer does in the feild to make a goal. My cheeks started to slap against my teeth and jaws. I was running THIS FAST!

A minute later, I was unbolting the lock on the rusted iron gate with quick and hasty fingers. My fingers slipped from the lock several times because of my intense speed, but I managed to finally unlock the door. I raced inside, not caring to close the gate, and then crashed open the manor's door... And then sank into the sullen darkness!

I didn't knew that who had turned out the lights after I had turned them on, but I didn't care, because the darker the better.

Everything was eerily quite inside the house; so quite that there was no other sound except for the sound of my thundering heartbeat. I had been sure to close the house' door behind me so that the creature couldn't brood in the house... searching for me... searching for me to kill me... To drink my blood...

Of course that it could splinter through the door and then search for me, and before that could happen, I ran towards the end of a hallway, and, nearly knocking over the expensive pedestal, I turned the corner and scampered to the door which led to the foyer. A terrible feeling started to arouse in my heart:

This house is lurked by a werewolf! Should I face that beast or encounter that ferocious werewolf?

I couldn't decide...
I coiled my fingers around the doorknob, but the fear of entering inside the foyer made me stop. I stood there with my hands dangling on the sides. I didn't had the guts to go any further, but I HAD to do it! I HAD to save my grandmother! I could take no chances.

I had no choice, I opened the door, and then a horrible sight was there right before my eyes!