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Parental consent is recommended now for tonight's micro terror, The
Grove City Werewolf Part one, written by Scott Donnelly. August
was in full swing in Grove City, Ohio. A late
October chill creaked through the night air, stirring up leaves
and rustling the naked branches of the trees. And Andrea
Cordle's backyard. Sitting by her crackling fire pit and wrapped
tightly in an Ohio State football hoodie, she typed on
her laptop, putting the final touches on her Trick or
Treat safety tips article for the Grove City Messenger, the
local publication she worked for. Her phone rang, silencing the
crickets in her backyard, and she answered it.
Speaker 2: Hello, She said, Andrea, I just wanted to check to
see how the werewolf article was coming. A man's voice said.
Andrea sighed. I told you I'm not doing the werewolf article.
I don't believe in things like that. And I feel
like this town has gotten itself worked up into a
little panic over nothing. It's the spooky season, she said.
Of course something like this would be trying to make
headlines around town. It sounds like a fluff piece to me. Andrea.
The man said, I think we need to cover it.
There's a curfew in effect. The police don't put a
curfew in effect for fluff pieces. Andrea sighed, but before
she could respond, she heard something in the trees her backyard.
Hugged to the edge of a small wooded area. Hold on,
she whispered into the phone. Andrea held the phone down
by her side and tried to focus her eyes on
the dark tree line ahead of her. Everything went silent
aside from the crackling fire. Then, without warning, a vicious
arcane howl erupted from the woods. Andrea panicked and jumped
to her feet. She ran for the back door of
her house. That's when she heard the heavy, persistant gallop
of a large animal behind her, clamoring through the backyard
after her snarling wickedly, she blew through the back door
and slammed it. As Andrea tried to settle her nerves
and catch her breath, she heard the haunting howl of
the unseen beast again, echoing in the cold night outside.
After the forty five minute trip, Sean Dyer's family car
finally came to a stop, with his father behind the
wheel and his mother in the passenger seat. They pulled
into the driveway of a small little house off Kingston
Avenue in Grove City, Ohio. Shawn's dad turned the engine
off and opened his door. His mother did the same,
but Sean remained seated, strapped in with his seatbelt, nervous
to leave the comforts of the family car.
Speaker 1: You coming.
Speaker 2: His dad called back in a cool rush of the
crisp autumn air. Slipping in through the open door, Sean sighed,
even though he didn't want to, Even though he wanted
to go with his parents to North Carolina for the
weekend instead of staying with family that he barely ever saw,
he knew it was a lost cause. The plane tickets
were already paid for, only two of them, and his
aunts and uncle were expecting them. Chances were they had
probably already noticed the car pulled into the driveway. Shawn
glanced out the window and up to the house. His
aunt and uncle, who he hadn't seen in about two years,
were standing on the porch, waving with huge smiles on
their faces. Yep, they already knew. It didn't take long
for Sean's parents to get him settled in, unpacked and
reacquainted with his dad's brother and his wife. Uncle Curtis
was a good man for the good job. He liked
bad movies, even worse music, and still favored the video
games of his youth to the ones of today, well
into his thirties. His wife, Aunt Jade, was as friendly
as someone could be. Sean hadn't been in their home
for two minutes before Aunt Jade had offered to make
him hot chocolate and homemade pumpkin cookies. As much as
Sean wanted to feel comfortable, he struggled sullenly for the weekend.
He told himself, then Mom and Dad will be back,
and I'll be heading home just in time for Halloween.
Sean's parents had been gone for only an hour when
Sean felt the first nervous butterfly in his stomach. It
was like the butterfly was lost, tying aimless knots inside
of him. He was homesick. Sean found his way outside
and sat on the porch steps. He breathed in the
cool autumn air, watched the leaves trickle down from the trees,
and took a gander at the Halloween decorations his aunt
and uncle's neighbors had on full display. It was the
first time he felt like smiling, but still couldn't muster
up the energy to do so. The front door behind
him opened and Uncle Curtis came out, sitting down next
to Sean with a cup of steaming hot shy tea
in his hands. Do it okay, he asked. Sean nodded.
Uncle Curtis took a small sip from his tea and
looked around the neighborhood. I love this neighborhood at hallowed time,
he said, looking at the blowing spider web decorations across
the street, the inflatable vampire bluey next door to it,
and the skeletal spider that had been fastened atop a
nearby mailbox. It rebdes me of the neighborhood your dad.
Speaker 1: And I grew up in.
Speaker 2: Uncle Curtis looked down to Sean and, after another sip
of tea, said, I still can't believe he's moving you
all to North Carolina, and I wish he wasn't. Sean said,
I like Ohio. Uncle Curtis took a deep breath. Me too,
especially Grove City. I've lived here with that jade for
nearly a decade. Now it's the perfect small towed feel,
but close enough to everything big. It's the best of
both worlds. Seawan didn't seem interested, and Uncle Curtis noticed.
He smiled, I'll take you for a two tomorrow, Uncle
Curtis said, just you would be. Jade has some work
stuff to do. Anyways, I'll show you all the cool
things around tout. There's a comic bookstore, parks, some of
the best pizza you'll ever have. Uncle Curtis trailed off
on his pizza comment, and Sean couldn't tell if it
was because he was trying to think of other places
to mention, or that he now had a hankering for
a pizza. Just then, the sound of footsteps crunching through
leaves caught Sean's attention. He looked up and saw mail carrier,
a middle aged man dressed in the standard blue uniform
and carrying a satchel filled with letters and small parcels,
walking through the neighbor's yard and into his aunt and uncle's.
Uncle Curtis stood up. Good afternoon, Jeff. He greeted his
neighborhood mailman with a smile. Jeff the mailman briefly eyed
the sky. The sun was already heading toward the horizon,
leaving a bright orange glow in the sky. More like evening,
Jeff said, handy, Curtis, a handful of letters. Just try
to get done before dark. Sean noticed something strange in
Jeff's tone when he mentioned trying to get done before dark.
It didn't seem to come from a place of work
related distress, but from somewhere else. Curtis's demeanor changed as well.
His friendly greeting trailed off, just as his pizza comment
did moments earlier. Be safe, Jeff, get back. You get
home as soon as you cand Jeff nodded with a smile.
This is my last street before I'm done, so I
think I'm in the clear, hopefully. Curtis smiled. See you
to borrow you too. Jeff smiled and then nodded in
Sean's direction before moving on to the next house. As
Curtis sat back down on the porch step, Sean kept
his eye on Jeff hurrying through the leaf covered yard.
Jeff's bid our bail carrier for years, Curtis said to Sean,
good guy. He just lost his brother a couple of
weeks back. He hasn't met himself, Sit said, I can't
imagine losing someone that close to me. Sean didn't verbally respond,
but just watched Jeff cross the yard into the next one.
The neighbor's front door opened, and a dog rushed out
to greet Jeff with a friendly wag of its tail.
A man appeared at the door next. He looked to
be in his late twenties. The man accepted a handful
of male from Jeff before the nervous mailman hurried on
his way again. The neighbor then turned and waved to Sean.
Sean hesitantly waved back, and Curtis noticed that's Reese. Curtis said,
he's lived there since before Jade and I moved in.
Nice guy. He's doing some work at his attic that
he keeps asking by help with, but I keep finding
new ways to blow him off. Rhese rounded up his
dog and the two of them disappeared back into their house.
He's got a nice dog, Sean said. Most dogs I
know hate the male man. Yeah, Bugo is what of
a kind? Bongo? Sean laughed, realizing that he had finally
broken a smile and it felt good. Curtis, noticing this
as well, decided to capitalize on a craving that had
been building within him. Want pizza for dinner, he asked.
There's a place on Broadway called Tamby's Pizza. It's the
best you'll ever have, I promise, Sean smiled again. I
could eat some pizza. Pizza it is, Curtis said, standing
up and swallowing the last gulf of his tea. He
looked to the sunset, and his tone slightly changed again.
We'd better hurry, though, it'll be dark, sued Sean couldn't help,
but wonder why did everyone seem so nervous about the dark.
Uncle Curtis pulled his car along the curb a Broadway,
right in front of Tammy's Pizza. The establishment was much
smaller than Sean would have predicted, but he's been told
the smaller the place, the better the food. I'll be
right back, Curtis said, turning off the car and taking
the keys with him. As soon as he opened the
car door to leave, Seawn could already smell the pizza,
and it smelled incredible. While his uncle went inside to
pick up and pay for it, Sean looked out the windows,
getting his first real look at downtown Grove City. He
did have that small town feel like his uncle had said. Shops, restaurants,
and businesses lined both sides of Broadway, Festival fall flags
hung on the light poles, and Halloween decorations sat inside
the glass windows of the businesses. The orange glow in
the sky had become blinding for a moment and then dulled.
The sun had set, and the lingering light made the
sky look beautiful. However, it wouldn't last long. It was
just after six pm and it would be dark very soon.
There was a knock on the passenger window, which startled
a gasp from Sean. He looked up and saw a
uniformed police officer. Once Sean caught his breath, he cracked
the door open, a familiar knot of nerves running to
his stomach. Yes, he asked, where are your parents? The
officer asked, My uncle's in there, Sean said, pointing behind
the officer to Tammy's Pizza. He's getting our dinner. The
officer turned around just in time to see Curtis coming
out with two large pizzas in his hands. Is there
a problem, officer? Curtis asked, sun's setting. The officer said,
there's a curfew in effect to unless you have to
be on the road, you shouldn't be. I understand, Curtis said,
we're on our way home now. Actually, the officer nodded.
He looked back down at Sean and then addressed Curtis.
Keep your kniff you safe, he said, I will, Curtis replied.
The officer then walked away, and Curtis sat the pizzas
in the back seat of the car. He climbed into
the driver's seat and started it out. Why is there
a Sean asked curiously. Curtis didn't answer for a minute.
There's there's just bits of strange things happening round here lately.
He turned to Sean and faked a smile. Nothing to
worry about. Curtis faced forward and stepped on the gas.
He pulled out into traffic and drove the two of
them home. Oddly, he didn't mention anything else about the curfew,
which only made Sean more curious. A little over an
hour later, across town Grove, City's coolest store, Skylarks Toys
and Comics, saw its last customer of the night leave.
Darren Neff, the store's bearded, humble owner, adjusted his ball cap,
which sported the Skylark's logo and then locked the door.
He peered out into the night, but couldn't see much
because of the glare from the light inside the store.
He turned off the buzzing open sign, locked the door,
and then returned to his place behind the counter. The
cash register opened and Darren began to count the drawer.
Then something in his peripheral vision caught his eye. Ahead
of him, down an aisle of vintage Ninja t hurtles
and Power Rangers toys, and out the front windows, a
large shadow passed by. Darren waited to see if whoever
it was would walk back again, but things out in
front of the store seemed still. He went back to
counting his cash drawer. Suddenly he was interrupted by a sharp,
strident scratching sound on the glass, as if someone were
dragging the times of a metal rake across it. Hey, here,
you stop it, Darren shouted, rushing out from behind the
counter and to the locked side of his door. The
scratching sound had come to an abrupt stop. Darren squinted
and peered outside, but the store's lights still made it
hard to see anything in the night. Suddenly, Darren watched
as out of piercing yellow eyes a knight on the
other side of the glass, and then narrow into a
menacing leer. He saw a flash of sharp teeth next,
and then crash. The window exploded inward, A massive hairy
beast cloud through along with the shattering glass. It snarled,
gnashed its jaws, and thrashed its claws. The attack was quick. Afterward,
Skylark's toys and comics sat in an eerie silence. Only
the scampering, galloping footsteps of the beast could be heard
fleeing from the scene. Then it released a horrible howl
into the night. Tune in next week for part two
of the micro terrorists four week Halloween event, the Grove
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