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Howling in the dark
Deep inside the dark recesses of Vanessa’s mind, Rosella found herself in the shoes of a 5 year old. It was the memory of the night she had lost everything. The little girl was shaking in her shoes, staring at a lycanthrope who was feeding on a human leg, with its back turned towards the little girl. That little girl in the new pink frock was Vanessa. She was standing in the middle of a forest and it was well past midnight. Instead of running away while she still had the chance, the curious little girl moved closer to catch a glimpse of the person who had been killed by the werewolf. As the monster got down on its paws to tear another chunk of meat, little Vanessa saw that the person being devoured was her own mother. “Mommy!” she screamed in horror! Her shrill cry alerted the werewolf
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