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is recommended now for tonight's micro terror, The Grove City
Werewolf Part three, written by Scott Donnelly. There was no
hiding it now. Neither Uncle Curtis nor Aunt Jade could
ignore the questions and quote unquote elephants in the room.
There was a werewolf in Grove City, and it had
attacked another person, Teresa Breckinridge, the sweet woman who worked
at the Grove City Visitor Center. Sewan and Curtis had
just seen her the previous day, So when Sean woke
up again to a deja vu image of a reporter
on TV talking about a vicious attack the night before,
he was naturally unnerved, scared and worried.
Speaker 2: You're not leaving the house again, Jade insisted, when she
noticed Sean creep into the living room, Not until your
parents get back tomorrow morning. Even though Jade acknowledged Sean's presence,
Curtis hadn't. His attention was glued to the TV, never wavering.
They couldn't even try to hide it now if they
wanted to. The madness was too public. Over an easy
breakfast of brown sugar, oatmeal and milk, Curtis and Jade
finally filled shone in on everything they knew. There had
always been rumors and sightings. Just as Teresa had indicated,
there were reports of eerie howells in the night, some
of which were even caught on security footage and ring
cameras around town. They'd become more frequent lately though. People
were scared. Parents were afraid to let their kids outside,
especially at night. That's why the curfew had been put
in place. Now the sightings and scary sounds had escalated
into brutal attacks. The Humble comic store owner and the
friendly face at the visitor center had fallen victim to
the werewolf. The big question now was why why had
the werewolf become so violent and enraged. Something must have
had happened to trigger it. The legends always describe werewolves
as men or women who have been cursed. Jade said
they transformed into the beast. Otherwise they look like normal,
average people, so the werewolf could be anyone, Sean concluded.
Curtis nodded, Yeah, absolutely it he would. What could have
stirred the creature into a rage, though, Jane wondered, up
until now, it's always just been rumored to be around.
Nothing aggressive, just alleged sightings. Why the sudden change to violence.
It must feel threatened, Curtis said, something Ye towed must
have changed. Curtis couldn't help but look up at Sean.
The attacks didn't happen until Sean went cold. There was
no way his uncle was about to blame him for
the attacks. He was innocent. Whatever was happening was a
Grove City thing. It had nothing to do with his arrival.
It couldn't. There was a knock on the front door,
startling all three of them at the breakfast table. Curtis
caught his breath and stood up, crossing through the house
and opening the front door from where Sean and Jade
still sat. They couldn't see who Curtis was talking to.
Then Curtis and the man at the door both appeared
in the kitchen. Sean stood up, Hey, Sean. The man
said it was Reese, the next door neighbor. Sean hesitantly waved.
His uncle stepped in and said, sids to police are
urging people to stay inside today. Reese was wondering if
you'd like to help him clean out his attic. It'll
give you something to do. It'll wants to give you
fifty bucks, Yes, added with a generous smile. Fifty bucks,
Sean mumbled. He thought about it for a moment, and
then the fifty bucks that bounced around inside his head
won him over. He sure Sean agreed. A little while later,
Curtis walked Sean next door, saw he'd made it inside safely,
and then returned home to do whatever it was that
Uncle Curtis was going to do. Reese stood in his
living room with his hands in his pockets. Bongo sat
next to him, panting. Is it okay if I pay
you what? We're all wrapped up? Reese asked. Sean nodded great,
follow me. Reys led Seawan down the hall and then
directed his attention to an attic hatch on the ceiling.
Reese pulled the cord and a wooden ladder unfolded, lowering
to the floor. After you, Reese said. Shawn never realized
attics made him nervous until this very moment. He swallowed
and took a deep breath before he ascended the wooden steps.
The attic was messy. It didn't take Sean long to
realize why Reese was so needy for his uncle's help.
There were boxes, bags, piles of clothing, a tall antique mirror,
and a mannequin in a corner covered in a the
extensive collection of dust and spiderwebs man. There's stuff everywhere,
Sean said, secretly, disgusted by the mess he was in
complete contrast to the neat and presentable way in which
Reese was dressed and acted. Ryese laughed, Yeah, I've been
trying to get your uncle to help me for a
little while, but between you and I, I feel like
he's blowing me off. Sean didn't respond. He knew the truth,
and obviously Reese did too. How long have you lived here,
Seawan asked in Grove City, Riese pondered with a sigh,
A long time, Sean laughed, you know, like old enough
to have been anywhere for a long time. Yese didn't
respond to Sean's speculation. He just stuffed his hands in
his pockets and looked around the attic, finally landing his
gaze on the far corner there. Rees said, We'll start
by cleaning out over there. That's where I'm gonna put
it put what. Reese smiled again. I have an important
delivery coming this afternoon. The mailman should be delivering it
fairly soon. Actually, Jeff, Sean remembered the mail man's name.
Riese seemed surprised. Yeah, that's right, Jeff. You have a
good memory. Isn't today Sunday? Sean asked, there's no mail
delivery on Sunday a good memory and a keen sense.
Breese smirked. Actually, the mail does deliver some priority packages
on Sundays, He patted Sean on the back. Start moving
some of those boxes, and I'll grab a broom and
dustpan from downstairs. We can try to tag team this
thing and get you out of here a little quicker.
Reese descended the wooden steps, leaving Sean alone in the attic.
He shuffled through the hot mess, first moving the tall
antique mirror out of the way. Once that was settled
along the wall, he started moving boxes out of the corner.
He lined them up around the mirror first, and then
just started putting them wherever he felt like it. In
the kitchen, Reese opened the closet door and pulled out
a wooden broomstick. He reached in further to find the dustpan.
Once he found it, he closed the closet door and
turned around Bongo stood in his way. Breese could tell
something was wrong. What is it, boy, Reese said, kneeling
down and petting his nervous dog on the head. Bongo
was shaking. Something had him rattled. Breese stood up and froze.
He felt it now too, something was wrong. A cool
breeze blew through the house, letting him know that a
window or door was open. There was someone in the house.
Reese looked to his left, where his knife block sat
on the counter. If there was an intruder, he could
reach the knives. Their steel blades would certainly help fight
off an attack. They just wouldn't. Suddenly, the werewolf jumped
up from behind Reese, raging and mashing its teeth. Reese
dropped to the ground. Bongo skittered backwards, his nails frantically
clicking against the tile floor. Reese struggled to stand up,
using the wooden broomstick as leverage, but the werewolf yanked
the broomstick out of his hands and ferociously snapped it
over his hairy knee. Rhys's eyes widened as they focused
solely on the broken, splintered ends of the broomstick. The
werewolf lunged forward with the broken ends of the broomstick,
stabbing downward, but Reese was quick, too quick for the werewolf.
He rolled wildly until he was in the clear. He
stood up and faced the hulking, hairy beast. The monster,
now angered, tossed the broomsticks away and charged Reese. Reese
backed up, but the wall stopped him. The werewolf opened
its mouth, its teeth glistening with thick saliva. Reese had
nowhere to go. He had no time to scream. Tune
in next week for the finale of the micro Terror's
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