The Wolf

chapter 1

I remembered this story today while hiding from a monster who wants me dead. The girl who told me this story is Ant. She has short, brown hair and grey eyes. She is always wearing a red dress. Her story, like many stories, maked me upset upon hearing it.

Ant had just finished washing the last plate. She looked through the doorway and down the hall to see a giant chair sitting in front of a TV. Sitting in that chair was the Wolf. He raised a slender hand, the hand she knows all to well, and changed the channel. She looked back at the dish she had washed and reached for a towel. She started to dry the plate, moving her tinny hand in circular movements. As she finished she felt something bump against her leg. Startled, she looked down at her cat. It was a pretty cat, all black except for their feet, which where white. She put down the plate and grabbed the bag of food. She opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. She cut open the bag with one swipe and poured the food into a dish.

She sat the dish on the ground and started petting the cat as they ate. She ran her small fingers through the cats silky fur. She stood up and looked into the hallway.she crept quietly through the hall, making no sound. She reached her door and opened it quietly. She slipped through the door quickly, thinking that she had gotten away from the Wolf, but she was wrong. The Wolf got up from his chair and walked to her door.

Ant had her back turned twords the door as she started to take off her dress. Then she heard it. The click of the door shutting. She turned around to see the Wolf standing in front of the door. He smiled at her. Then he lunged forward, grabbing he-

Bang!

I am sorry, my friends, I must go. I fear the thing is getting close. I will continue the story when I am safe.