'The Night-Hound Attacks'

This is a story I started working on last evening. This is just the beginning. If the response is good, I'll be sure to post more.

"The Night-Hound Attacks"

DRAFT #1 – June 16th, 2006
WRITTEN BY – Jack Griffin

It was a foggy Thursday evening when the two college students, Jeffrey Smith and Mercedes Foreman, arrived at the campsite. The moon was full this evening, and it was shining bright. While pitching the tent, a howl of a wolf filled the air. “We’d better be careful; there might be werewolves out here,” Jeffrey said sarcastically. After they were done pitching the tent, Jeffrey heard a rustle in the bushes. He walked over to his backpack and pulled out a flashlight and pointed it towards the direction in which the sound came from. The leaves rustled yet again as he stepped closer and closer. Then all of a sudden, these bright yellow eyes that glowed like fire came out of nowhere. Jeffrey was taken aback by the sight, and started walking backwards towards the tent. The wolf showed its teeth, thus revealing blood from an earlier feed. Jeffrey dropped the flashlight. Now the only light around was that of the wolf’s eyes and of the full moon. Suddenly, there was yet another howl that startled Jeffrey into falling backwards. The wolf leapt towards Jeffrey, thus ripping him into shreds. Mercedes heard the cries for help from a distance, and started running towards the sound. Jeffrey? she cried out. No response. After five minutes of searching, she encountered her friends’ body torn to shreds. Shock hit her hard, and she fainted. Yet another howl filled the evening sky.

The next morning, Mercedes woke up from her slumber, got up, and then started remembering the previous nights’ events. She looked to the ground, and found that the body was missing. She dug through her pockets and pulled out her cell phone. She called the police. After about forty minutes of waiting, the police finally arrived. One detective and one police-officer came up to her. The detective had a small memo pad and pencil in his hand. He looked at her intently while she was telling them the story. “My friend and I were setting camp up when he saw something move in the bushes. He then grabbed a flashlight and walked towards the bush. Then I heard all of this growling and screaming. That’s when I decided to run towards the noise. Then I found him on the ground; chopped up and mutilated.” Both the detective and officer had looks of shock and awe. The detective spoke. “Wait a second; you had to decide to run towards the sound? Surely a person in that situation would have automatically run towards the sound?” Mercedes was taken aback by the detectives comment. “Have you ever been in that position before?” she asked. After a moment of silence, the detective shook his head guiltily and thus kept quiet for the rest of the interview. “What is your name again, Miss?” the officer asked. The officer had a thick New England accent that anybody could pick up. His jaw was square and his nose was big. There was a scar that ran from the middle of his forehead to bag of his left eye. “My name is Mercedes Foreman. I go to college at NYU.” This caught the detective’s attention. “You go to New York University?” he asked.

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good work
look forward to reading more