User:Crazy blonde xoxo

Ok, before I start this, I just need to say that I need to get out of town for a while. I don't know where I'm going, but it sure as hell isn't here. I can't stay here after...after what happened to my sister.

This whole thing started at a sleep over at me and my sister's house in St.Albans, West Virginia. It was my sister Lizzy and our three friends, Autumn, Macayla, and Ashley. Our house was located in the more desolate parts of the city, meaning we lived right next to the woods. The woods were the one place my mother had told us not to tread because of the city legend-there was a wolf with four tentacles that stretched out of it's midnight black fur, and if it saw you with it's ghostly white eyes, it would chase you and kill you. There was no outrunning it, its speed was far greater than any other wolf's.

But, Macayla, being the daredevil that she is, wanted to go in the woods more than anything. Autumn, Lizzy, Ashley, and I all told her not to, but of course she didn't listen. So we all thought, why not? There's no way a town legend could be true, it's just to scare us. We took our German Shepard, Mocha, with us into the woods so that she could tell us if there was danger. After about half an hour, we were deep in the woods with nothing but a flashlight and a dog. A tired dog, might I add.

"Macayla, you should really turn off the flashlight. The wolf in the woods hates light, that's why the only light source are his white eyes." Ashley persuaded in a shaky voice.

"Are you serious, Ashley? You actually believe in the stupid town legend? Now I'm keeping the flashlight on." Macayla said firmly. We all exchanged nervous glances, then went back to walking, in fear of falling too behind Macayla.

That's when Mocha started acting up for the first time. There was a small howl somewhere farther into the woods, and it attracted Mocha. We figured it was some sort of dog thing that she was feeling and didn't bother with it. But, as we walked further, there were more howls, and they were getting louder and louder the farther we walked. Lizzy grabbed onto my arm and walked as close as she could to me. She was two years younger than all of us, making her 13, so she just needed somebody to hold on to in case she got too scared. Either way, she didn't let go.

"I really think we should go back. Not because I believe in the legend, but there are wolves out there, and I don't exactly want to get attacked." Autumn said nervously. Macayla turned around on her heel and shined the flashlight on all of us once.

"This was my idea, and I'm leading. And we're going forward." She stated flatly. Without another word, she turned back around and started walking carelessly again. I heard Lizzy whimper from next to me. I gave her the leash to Mocha's collar and she let go of my arm because she had something else to hold. I let out a deep breath. Where was Macayla taking us?

We all jumped, except for Macayla, when we saw a dark figure run through the trees in front of us. It looked like it had its arms raised up high. We all heard a piercing howl, then another, then a low growl. Then a scream. Mocha chased in the direction from where the scream came. When I saw Mocha come back, I stopped. She had her tail between her legs and her ears were back.

"Mocha, baby, what's wrong?" I asked in soothing voice. Mocha whimpered loudly. I wanted to figure out what was scaring her so badly, so I walked towards the screams and howls. Then, I saw it. The wolf. All four tentacles, ghostly white eyes, and midnight black fur. Tearing my little sister to shreds.

"Lizzie!" I shouted. The wolf looked up and jumped towards me. I ran as fast as I could in the other direction, and the others followed. There was no saving Lizzie now.

Then the most horrifying thing happened. First Autumn fell behind, then Ashley, finally Macayla. I was left running through the woods by myself, running from death's wish.

Finally, I reached the edge of the woods. I ran into the house and locked all the doors and windows. The wolf didn't follow. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Somehow, what just happened was already on the news. And I wasn't in the story. Which was a good thing, because I didn't want to be questioned.

I didn't want to stay there. I packed a suitcase full of things and drove away in my Mercedez. And as I passed the woods, I could've heard Autumn's screams behind me, followed by howls and ripping flesh.