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This is my first pasta. Based on my username. Hope you enjoy the story, and make sure to share your opinion on the pasta by commenting. Read on: ______________________________________________ I despise it. I always will. That voice.... of that animal.... It particularly sends chills down my spine. ______________________________________________

The wolf that howled It was a regular day, me, and my two friends, Noah and Mark, going to school, and getting the best out of our day. We were heading to our lockers, when another group of friends were talking to each other. I got curious and asked them what was up. This is when I heard about The Wolf. They told me about the rumor, about that Wolf, and how its howl wiped out a person of the village. And they told me that it only appeared on Full Moon Day. That was yesterday. On the way back home, Noah and Mark kept asking me questions. "What was that all about, Michael?", "What happens when that wolf howls?" As they bombarded me with questions, I was lost in thoughts. I, being a curious person, wanted to investigate. Sure, this is a matter that is just thrown away as an old myth. But I, I was not that sort of guy. When there was something, some sort of myth circulating around, I was the only one who would dig deeper and investigate. How can a wolf's howl kill a person? So I waited. Till the next Full Moon. And all the while, I couldn't stop thinking of the wolf. Its howl. And how it destroyed a villager's life. The day of investigation finally came. I waited till evening. I went to school, and had a normal day. Evening finally came. I got on my bike with the required tools, including a camera, and rode off. I had to cross a forest to get to the village. On the way, I said to myself, over confidently, "I'm gonna drive that wolf away!". That was my grave mistake. When I reached the village, I waited, facing the cliff. Soon enough, that wolf came there. It looked for people around. It saw me, for a split second, and then howled. What happened next, almost killed me. I felt breathing on my shoulder. I turned to come nose-to-nose with a wolf. With glowing, red eyes. Staring right into my soul. I rode out of there as fast as I could. I hit a few trees on the way, but I still kept riding. And it was chasing me.

That wolf with red eyes. I eventually reached the city and got home. Not before the wolf scratched me on my right shoulder. It pained a lot, but I got over it. My parents were mad too, but I didn't care. But, I learned a lesson from this experience: Maybe I should be a little more careful while investigating stuff. But, I can never forget that red-eyed wolf, and more importantly, The Wolf That Howled. ______________________________________________ That was my first pasta. Hope you enjoyed it! 