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Speaker 2: The Grove City Werewolf Part four, written by Scott Donnelly.
Sean had stopped working in the attic. He cowered behind
the tall antique mirror, listening to chaos unfold downstairs, the
crashing sounds, the snarls and growls. Sean knew it had
to be another werewolf attack. He closed his eyes tightly
and tried to control his breathing, thinking of poor Rees
as the house below him went silent. He waited for
what felt like hours but was maybe only five minutes.
He didn't hear reees. He didn't hear bongo. He didn't
hear a monster. He thought of his aunt and uncle
next door, and wondered if he'd be able to make
a break for it, to make a push for help.
Otherwise he'd be trapped in the attic. Sean came out
from behind in the mirror and crept across the attic floor.
The wooden planks creaked beneath him as if the house
was groaning in pain. He slowly made his way down
the steps of the pull down ladder and cautiously turned
the corner and into the kitchen, where he assumed the
chaotic struggle had taken place. He was right on the floor,
bunched up against the far wall was Reeese. He was
surrounded by broken glass and covered in deep lacerations. Sewn
covered his mouth, trying not to scream or throw up,
and spun around. Rushing through the house for the front door.
He threw it open and was stopped dead in his
tracks by Jeff, the mealman, who was setting a large
package down on the front steps. Jeff, just as startled
as Sean was, jumped back and grabbed his chest. Whoo,
Jeff gasped, I didn't know you were I didn't expect.
He looked next door to his aunt and uncle's house.
Are you in the right house? Behind Sean? Echoing through
the house was the sound of a door opening, the
back door in the kitchen.
Speaker 1: Perhaps.
Speaker 2: Sean looked back to Jeff panicked. The werewolf is here,
Sean exclaimed, It killed Reese. It's suddenly. Jeff was attacked
from behind, but it wasn't from the sharp claws or
razorlike teeth of a werewolf. It was from g Reecee
smacking him over the back of the head, where a splintered,
broken broomstick Jeff crumbled to the ground, and Sean watched
the mailman fall unconsciously. Sean looked up at Reese, who
was smiling maliciously. The deep lacerations that covered his body
all healed before Sean's very eyes like a magic trick.
Sean fell weak, faint. It was all too much for him.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head and
he collapsed to the floor just inside of the house.
When Sean opened his eyes, he was back in the attic,
laying on an old mattress atop the pile of usty
sheets and blankets. His eyes opened in heavy blinks, the
surroundings coming back to him as blurry images and muffled noises,
almost as if he were underwater. He heard something metal clanging.
He heard scampering and thrashing. Sean rolled over, opening up
his vision to the entirety of the attic, and what
he saw bade him sit up as quickly as he
could and press his back against the wall. It was
the werewolf, the vicious beast that had been terrorizing Grove City.
It paced back and forth, puffing angrily within the claustrophobic
confines of a shimmering silver cage. Next to the cage.
On its side sat the box that Jeff had sat
on the porch. It was open, with smaller boxes and
instructions from inside of it pouring out. Sean could see
that the instructions were on how to put together the
large silver cage that now took up a good portion
of the attic, in the exact spot where Rhys wanted
Sean to start cleaning up up. The werewolf, noticing that
Sean was now awake, lowered its head and leered at
him from across the attic with its piercing yellow eyes.
It snarled, fixed, saliva dripping from between its teeth. Oh
stop it, a voice said. Riese stepped out from the
shadows from behind the antique mirror and stood in front
of it as he smacked the silver cage as hard
as he could. Bongo, his loyal dog, was at his side.
The werewolf cowered and slunk back into a sitting position.
Sean stood up slowly and stepped off the mattress. You
were dead, Sean trembled. I saw you in the kitchen.
I've been dead for a long time, Ryese said with
a sarcastic chuckle, hearkening back to their earlier conversations. Undead
to be exact. The word undead bounced around briefly in
Sean's head before we landed on another word, vampire. Sean
now noticed something else. Rees didn't display a reflection, and
the tall antique mirror he now stood in front of
Shawn's heart skipped a beat. Of course, he thought were
wolves and vampires, one of the world's oldest rivalries was
playing out right here in Grove City. You look like
you have a lot of questions, Reese said, don't worry,
You're not in danger. Jeff, on the other hand, rhes
turned back to the beast. It cowered lower and then
began to transform. Its fur receded, as did its snout
and teeth. Within seconds, Jeff was the one within the
silver cage, crouched and afraid in torn clothing. He stood
up and gritted his teeth, taking a step forward but
careful not to come into contact with the silver bars
of the cage. He glared at Reese.
Speaker 1: You killed my brother.
Speaker 2: Jeff growled. Breese smirked, I wish it could have been sooner,
but I must give credit where credit is due. You
and your brother were hard to track down. Nice choice
by staying in the shadows all these years. If it
wasn't for Bongo, I wouldn't have had the help needed
to really narrow you guys down. A dog can always
track a dog. Jeff's breathing picked up, his eyes narrowed.
I didn't realize losing him would send you into this
sort of animalistic rage, though, Ese laughed. It's a good
thing I'm stopping you now before you hurt someone else.
How many people would have to lose their lives because
you're upset, Jeff? Jeff slunk back further into the cage,
shadows crawling over his face. We both can't live here, Jeff.
Wear wolves and vampires. We just don't mix, you know that,
Reese said. But after striking up a relationship with my
loyal Bongo, who effortlessly helped me to snuff you two out,
I began to wonder what if? What if a vampire
could domesticate a werewolf and use it to his advantage.
What if, under the right circumstances, a vampire and a
werewolf could be the ultimate team up of horrors. Sean
just stood back, watching and listening. At first, he believed
Reese when he told him he wasn't in any danger,
but now as he watched Reese discussing teaming up two
monsters for a reign of horror, he wasn't so sure
what would those horrors consist of. Sean was convinced now
that he was in danger, just as all of Grove
City was. Sean tried to quietly shuffle himself toward the
attic door, but stopped when he cackle from Reese sent
a cold shiver through his body. You might not be
able to see me in the mirror, but I can
see you, Reese said. He spun around and faced Sean,
now bearing a set of fangs and black eyes. He
hissed and raised his arms up. It was now or never.
Sean bolted for the open attic door and dropped down
into the house. He didn't stick the landing and crumbled
to the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he raced for
the kitchen, but a heavy gust of wind whirled up
beside him, cutting him off and manifested itself as Reese,
his fangs still showing, his eyes still as black as night.
Sean stopped and looked around for a weapon or anything
to defend himself, but came up empty, sad. I've lived
here a long time, Sean, this is my town, Reeese hissed,
and now with the werewolf population and Grove City under
my control, I don't see why I can't help myself
to a celabratory feast. Reese raised his hands up limply
in front of his body. I think I'll start by
tapping your neck, he malevolently said. That's always a classy move.
As Reese took a step towards Sean, a knock on
the back door shattered the tension. Sean prayed it was salvation.
Reese was annoyed by the interruption. Bongo, however, raced into
the room and wagged his tail vigorously at the back door.
Reese's entire body turned around as if he were on
a swivel, and faced the door. After a moment of
unnerving silence, Bongo's tail stopped wagging, and he backed away.
The door then lasted in off its hinges, crashing into
Reese and knocking him to the floor. Two large werewolves
stood intimidatingly in the doorway and then made their way in.
Sean backed up and hid underneath the kitchen table. One
of the werewolves heaving its body up and down with
each massive breath it took, grabbed Reese by the neck
and slammed him into the wall. The second werewolf grabbed
the closest wooden chair and smashed it into a hundred
pieces on a only keeping one of the splintered legs
in its grasp. Everything happened so fast Reese barely had
time to react. With one last hiss from the vampire,
the werewolf plunged the broken chair leg deep into Terese's chest.
As of course, a wooden stake through the heart was
the only way to eliminate such a threat. Terese's body
turned black like ash and spilled to the ground in
a dusty cloud. Both werewolves then began to transform back
to their human forms right in front of shown. When
he saw who they were, he was stunned at first surprised,
but then it all made sense. If you're bitten by
a werewolf, you become a werewolf. Teresa Breckenriche stood in
the kitchen along with a bearded man sporting a Skylarks
toys and comics bulk. Teresa extended her hand and helped
Shawn out from underneath the table and to his feet.
She smiled, you don't look that surprised. She said, you
both were attacked by a were wolf. Sean said, now
you are were wolves. Teresa nodded, as did Darren Neff,
the humble owner of Skylarks. I was pretty mad when
Jeff attacked me, but now I understand why he did,
Darren said. Being the lest of his kind in the area,
he knew there was a chance of permanent extinction. He
was recruiting help a future, and honestly, Darren said, looking
his body over.
Speaker 1: This is pretty darn cool. I mean, who doesn't dream,
But being a were wolf.
Speaker 2: The Morga is gonna realize our bodies are gone soon enough,
Teresa said to Darren, but also for Sean's sake, we
need to get Jeff and leave town to settle somewhere else,
somewhere safe where no one will recognize our faces. Jeff's
locked in a silver cage, Sean said, but I can
help get him out. Teresa smiled, Thank you, Sean, that
would be wonderful you saved me, Sean said, let me
save you guys. The next morning, a new mystery around
Grove City began to spread like wildfire. Two corpses from
the Morgue, both victims of were wolf attacks had disappeared,
and the locals now began to fear the walking deck zombies,
while others were closer than they thought, suggesting the two
corpses were now were wolves themselves. There was simply just
no sign of them, and Sean knew why. Teresa Breckinridge
and Darren Neff had left town along with Jeff the Mailman.
He wasn't sure where they would end up, but he
knew their goal was to live peacefully somewhere hidden away
from any other vampiric threats. Uncle Curtis and Aunt Jade
remained and oblivious to the horrors that had transpired right
next door to them, and although Reese's sudden absence was
certainly strange to them, they just assumed it was another
example of a young man moving on to bigger and
better things with his life. It's that internet, Curtis vaguely said,
without much explanation behind his re svanishing theory, but it
was enough to satisfy him and Jade. When Shawn's parents
picked him up, they thanked Curtis and Jade for their
hospitality and said their goodbyes. Shawn settled into the back
seat of the family car for the drive home, before
eventually heading down to North Carolina forever, planning to keep
the identities of the Grove City were wolves a secret.
After a couple of weeks in North Carolina, Seawn received
a copy of the Grove City Messenger and the mail
from his uncle with a handwritten note that said, thought
you'd like this to remember your time here in Grove City.
Fun fact, the sightings seemed to have stopped. Now there
was a front page article written by Andrea Cordell titled
Grove City Home of Monsters. Skimming through the article, Sean
read about the sightings, the mystery and intrigue that surrounded
the recent werewolf activity, plus a whole slew of other
unknown horrors that may have lurked just beneath the surface
of the town. And it seemed that Andrea really did
her research on the local ominous goings on, because, based
on what Sean could tell from the article, Grove City
may have had even more than just a werewolf and
vampire problem. Now, Sean was very curious about the ghosts
that were said to haunt the Grove City Library after
hours but that would have to be a story for
another time.
Speaker 1: The end.
Speaker 2: Micro Terrors would like to thank Darren Neff from Skylark's
Toys and Comics, Teresa Breckinridge from the Grove City Visitor Center,
Andrea and Deborah Cordle from the Grove City Messenger, Mike
Strauser from Strauser's Ice Cream, Pop and Candy Shop, Tyler
and Heidi Walker from Tammy's Pizza, and Casey Cox and
Meredith Wickham from the Grove City Library for letting us
use their likeness and mention their businesses in our story.
By the way, there are no werewolves or vampires in
Grove City, Ohio that we are aware of. I'm your
micro Terrors narrator, Darren Marler. From me and Scott Donnelly,
we hope you have a very happy and safe Halloween.
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