How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

The Ghost Of Moonstone Park

As I walked along in the early morning sun, I found myself getting a headache as I thought about everything that had happened in the past few hours.

The odd scars, Kian, and now I find out my best friend Will has been a vampire the entire bloody time! How had I never noticed that?

A werewolf had attacked me, and now I was second guessing everything I knew. Who knew what other monsters are out there disguised as something normal?

Yeah, my life as I knew it was completely fucked.

Deciding not to return home, I made my way towards the local park. It might have been the middle of the school holidays, but I knew the park would be deserted. It always was. Ever since I was young, there had been a rumour going around the local kids that the park was haunted by the vengeful ghost of a girl who had been murdered there years before.

I had no idea if any of that was true, I just hoped it would be a nice quiet place for me to be able to mull everything over.

Not that ghosts being real would surprise me...

The Moonstone Park was clearly unloved and underused. The surrounding groups of hedges and trees were overgrown, their long sharp branches cutting into me as I pushed through. The various pieces of equipment, a swing set, roundabout and monkey bars were all peppered with rust holes, and most were bent or broken. There was a spread of old rubbish that left a film on the floor. It seemed nobody had come to pick up in several years. In short, the place was a mess.

I made my way over to the nearest bench and sat on the cleanest end available. Getting as comfortable as I could, I leaned back, closed my eyes and tried to clear my head of everything that was worrying me.

Just as I had started to relax on the bench my newly heightened senses suddenly seemed to be playing tricks on me. No matter how much I told myself it was impossible, I had the oddest feeling that somebody was watching me.

Opening my eyes, I looked around the empty park. Nothing. There was just me and the distant sounds of birds in the trees. Deciding that I must be imagining it, I closed my eyes again.

Then I heard it.

The squeak of rusty joints as the swing moved. I forced myself to open my eyes and look again. The swings were moving slightly, still, nothing was there. At least, nothing I could see. Huh. I mean, I could see the swing moving in front of me, but there nobody around, and no breeze either. A shiver ran up my spine.

I knew the park was supposedly haunted, but surely my imagination was just in overdrive. I was too stressed out from the weirdness of the morning to be thinking straight. Although, I had to admit, the high-pitched creaking of the swing was beginning to creep me out.

Looking around, and seeing nothing but the empty park, I did the one thing I really didn't want to do. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again. If this was a horror movie, this would be the point where I die horribly at the hands of an angry and vengeful ghost.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the eerie creaking of the swings again. This time going faster and louder than it had before. I took a moment to steel my nerves before forcing myself to open my eyes. Sitting on the swing was quite clearly the shimmering image of a young girl. She was probably only about ten or eleven and I could see right through her to the other side of the park.

Ah, shit. The rumours were true. There really was an actual ghost haunting the park.

The girl must have seen that I was now staring at her. She only looked over at me briefly before she jumped off the swing and made her way over to the bench where I was sitting. I watched her come all the way, passing through the little metal gate that surrounded the inner park. As she got closer, I noticed her feet never touched the ground as she walked.