Werewolves Among Us

Grandma used to tell me about people turning into wolves when I was a kid. She would tell me stories about these people and some use to live around where we live, in a small town called Browny Hills.

Grandma would tell me they protected us from others like them, but they left for some reason. She said that she didn't believe this and that they were still around and that's why those old stupid posters were still around town, always getting replaced by the same damn poster.

BE AWARE! DANGEROUS CREATORS IN WOODS! STAY OUT OF THE WOODS!

As a kid I would tare them down all the time. I'm not sure why; I think it's because they bothered me. They filled kids with fear, like their parents telling them there was monsters under their beds, so they wouldn't get out of bed and bother them or, when those same parent's would say, "if you stay here, you'll end up like us", just to make them run for their lives.

Empty lies, just to scare people.

But later in life, when grandma was still telling me the same stories, some how I got it in my head, she would drink afterwards and pass out in her bed. I would find liquor bottles in the trash some times. Course those could had been dads. Mom left when I was three claiming that she was going to go get some dinner. She never came back--no letter or calls, she was just gone.

When I was sixteen grandma died in her sleep at age 90. She looked good for her age. But when she pasted away, it was so sudden no one was ready for it. She was here one day and gone the next.

The day we buried grandma, was the same time we started to hear howls from the wolves, that caused the town to put up those stupid posters. They howled like they knew she was gone and they were broken hearted.

Then after that, it felt like I was always being watched.