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is recommended now Forts to Knights micro Terror The Grove
City Werewolf Part two written by Scott Donnelly. Sean awoke
the next morning, having surprisingly slept soundly all night long.
His first thoughts were of Tammy's pizza. Could that pizza
have been so good that I forgot all of my troubles?
He thought as he rolled out of bed. He looked
around the room he was in. It felt strange to him.
It wasn't his room. It was a spare bedroom at
his aunt and uncle's house in Grove City. The more
he thought about it, he didn't even have a room anymore.
His old one didn't count since his parents were in
North Carolina signing the final paperwork on a new house.
That's why he was forced to spend the weekend with
extended family that he didn't know very well. Sean heard
the muffled voices of his uncle Curtis and aunt Jade
down the hallway. He went to the door and put
an ear to it, but still couldn't make out much
of what they were saying, so he cracked the door
open about an inch. That was enough to catch the
last moments of their conversation down the hall. It's never
attacked anyone before. Don't you find this concerning, Jade quietly said.
There was silence from Curtis for a moment, but then
he responded, I can't believe this is actually happening. A
mounster it Grove City. Curtis led out a quick, nervous laugh.
Who would have ever thought, huh that poor man, Jade said,
I know. Curtis responded, he I planned on diking Sean
to Skylarks today. Guess that will be happening. Uncle Curtis
and Aunt Jade went silent after that, so Shawn emerged
from his room and crept down the hallway. The floorboards
creaking beneath his feet gave him away, though. As he
turned the corner into the living room, he saw his
aunt and uncle sitting around the TV a drinking coffee.
On the TV was a news reporter standing in front
of a local Grove City business. At the bottom of
the screen were the words Grove City business owner attacked
by local legend police. Baffled, Uncle Curtis was quick to
turn off the TV as soon as Sean made his
creaky entrance into the room, and Jade stood up and
put on a forced fake smile. Good morning, Sean, Did
you sleep okay?
Speaker 2: Yeah? Sean coldly replied. He'd quickly grown tired of his
aunt and uncle's secrecy and whatever it was that had
been going on in Grove City. If you a monster,
Sean wanted answers. After breakfast in the shower, Sean followed
Uncle Curtis out the front door and was immediately stung
by the brisk temperatures of the late morning hours. I
was going to show you the Coviic bookstore today, but
Curtis searched for the right words. They're closed. Sean rolled
his eyes. Did his uncle really think he was that stupid?
He saw the TV screen he heard his and aunt
Jade's hushed conversation. Instead, I'll take you back down to Broadway,
Curtis said, jingling the car keys in his hand. The
library is amazing. We could get some ice cream at
Strauser's afterwards. Oh, at the Grove City Visitors Center. That's
where we should start. There's so much local flare in there.
You really see what this town is all about. Oh
you mean, aside from monsters and secrets, Sean thought to himself.
He just nodded along as his uncle unlocked the car.
Morning neighbor a man's voice shouted from behind them. Sean
turned around just as Curtis did. They saw Reese, the
young twenty something next door, raking his yard boardd Reese.
Curtis smiled and waved.
Speaker 3: I see he got some company there, Curtis.
Speaker 2: Reese said, taking a break from his autumn chore, Bongo
lay in the leaves nearby, with his head up alert
as dogs always were. This is my def you showed
he stayed with us for the weekend. Reese waved again.
Hi Sean, I'm Reese. Nice to meet you. Sean nodded shyly.
Speaker 3: You too. I like your dog, Reese laughed, Oh, bongo here. Yeah,
he's a good boy, very loyal. That's the best quality
of a dog.
Speaker 2: Reese then turned his attention back to Curtis and changed
the subject.
Speaker 3: You know I could still use a little help in
the attic, Curtis, think you have an hour or so
to spend this weekend.
Speaker 2: Sean watched his uncle panic and scramble for an excuse.
Uh uh, baby, I'll let you know. I'm taking Sean
around today. Not sure what tomorrow's going to bring. Reese nodded.
He wasn't stupid. He knew Curtis was trying to avoid helping.
It wasn't very neighborly. Well, you guys had a good day,
Reese said, you too, Reese, Curtis said as he climbed
into the car Sean got into, and then they drove off.
The Grove City Visitor Center on Broadway was smaller than
Sean expected. When his uncle said visitor center, his young
mind immediately went to the finale of Jurassic Park. But
this place was more like a gift shop. A woman
on the shorter side, wearing a sports jacket and a
friendly smile, greeted Sean and Curtis when they entered. Welcome,
she said, in a sweet voice. What brings you guys
in today? Curtis put his hand on Sean's back. My
diffew is fromout a town. I'm just showing him what
Grove City is all about it. I figured this would
be a good place to start. Absolutely, I'm Teresa Breckinridge,
she said with a smile, shaking Seawan's hand and then Curtis's.
She looked down at Sean. Grove City has been named
the best hometown in Ohio two years in a row now,
so you're definitely in the presence of comfort, hospitality, and monsters,
Sean impulsively said out loud, although he initially intended for
it to be an inner thought. The two adults went
quiet and just looked at each other. We'll just look around,
Curtis finally said. Teresa nodded, I'm sure as to how
to continue the conversation. Let me know if you have
any questions. Curtis began to show Sean around the store,
completely ignoring the monster comments he had just blurted out.
They looked at Grove City t shirts who made gifts,
books by independent authors who lived nearby, and local baked goods.
It gave Sean an idea of the tight knit community
that Grove City was. By the pictures on the wall
and the books and pamphlets scattered about the store, it
looked like it was a town rich in history. He
also saw a blue and white sign proudly displayed that
read Grove City Best Hometown twenty twenty three and twenty
twenty four by Ohio Magazine. Curtis's cell phone rang, and
he looked at the screen. It's your aunt, Jade, he said,
give me a bit at Sean. Curtis answered the phone
and stepped away, speaking softly as to not disrupt the
quiet atmosphere of the store, even though there was no
one else in there. Teresa walked up to Sean with
her hands in the pockets of a sports jacket.
Speaker 1: Monster.
Speaker 2: Huh, she said. Sean turned and faced her. Finally, he
thought someone actually acknowledged the elephant in the room. Yeah, yeah,
Sean said softly, so his uncle wouldn't hear him. What
is going on in this town. There's a curfew, weird secrets,
something about a monster attack last night. Well, what's it
all about? Teresa smiled and then whispered, don't tell your
uncle I said anything. She said, He clearly doesn't want
you to worry. But there have been some weird sightings
around town lately. People say they've seen a giant wolf
standing upright on two legs. A wolf standing on two legs.
Sean whispered, back, you mean, are you talking about a werewolf?
Teresa nodded. There have been stories of were wolves in
Ohio for a long time, and it's always been speculated
that we had some here in the area. But lately
that speculation became more of a truth. People have seen
it in every part of town. Something seems to have
stirred it up, rustled it out of hiding, and now
last night it attacked that poor skylark guy. It never
attacked anyone before. That would explain the secrecy and curfew.
Sean said, why will my uncle just tell me all that?
Then he's just trying to keep you safe. To keep
you from worrying, Teresa said, she took a deep breath.
We just hope it doesn't get worse. We have no
idea why the sightings and activity have escalated so much lately.
A werewolf is a predator, Sean said, probably top of
the food chain. What would have it all riled up?
Teresa shrugged, leaving the haunting answer to the question lingering
in the air. Once Curtis was finished with his phone call,
he and Sean left the visitor center. They grabbed ice
cream across the street at Strawser's ice Cream, Pop and
Candy Shop, and then drove around town as Curtis pointed
out places he found interesting or worth showing off, but
Sean wasn't paying much attention to any of it. He
was focused on what Teresa Breckinridge had told him. Grove
City had a werewolf, and for some reason, that werewolf
had been triggered and turned into an aggressive, dangerous threat.
The day came to an end, and once the sunset,
the curfew took effect. Storefronts displayed there closed for curfew signs,
shoppers scrambled for their last second purchases, and a heavier
police presence patrolled the streets. Teresa Breckinridge walked out of
the visitor center and closed the door. After arming the
security system, she made sure the door was locked. She
pulled her coat tightly around her body and slung her
purse over her shoulder. Broadway was silent. A cold breeze
blowed down the street. Dead leaves scratched across the road.
The festival fall flags and the light poles fluttered gently.
Teresa felt a chill of unease. Something made a noise
behind her, and she spun around. There was nothing, no
one on the sidewalk in either direction. A police car
turned off of Broadway and onto Park Street, only a
block away. Other than that, there wasn't another car in sight. Hello,
she called out, knowing that she heard something. That A
howl erupted in the night, and it was close. Teresa's
heart dropped. She turned and ran, cutting down the narrow
alley between businesses. Suddenly, the howl ripped through the cold
night air again. Teresa stopped at the end of the
alley by a public parking lot. She looked up. Perched
upon the top of the building with the full moon
at its back, was the werewolf. It stood on its
hind legs, arched its back and howled again. Then it crouched,
locked its hungry eyes on Teresa, and pounced. Tune in
next week for part three of the micro so Terrorists
four week Halloween event, the Grove City Werewolf.
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