Alice In Wolfland

Alice walked into her apartment with a tired yawn. She stretched out her hands and heard her bones make a crackling sound.

It was another tiring day for her. She was a masseuse and the spa she worked at usually had a whole lot of patronizers and today was not exceptional.

Most of the clients preferred having her as their masseuse. She was good at it.

Alice was well paid but that was not just it. It wasn't what what she liked to do. The job was not something she really loved.

She could not count how many times perverts would want her to give them a private massage at their homes so that they would have the opportunity to flirt with her and pass sexual comments. If she loved the job, she could have endured it but she didn't!

She had had to listen to a quite a lot of men talk about how good it would feel if she could massage them down there. Some times back , she had refused to take male clients and the sales of the spa had dropped badly. Those men were paying high amount to have her be their masseuse!

Her boss had begged her to continue taking male clients and even gave her a huge raise. Alice eventually gave in after all, she needed the money badly.

Her little brother had been in a coma for three years now and she had to bear all expenses for it. Her mother was dead and her father was broke, too broke to afford the expenses.

She had the skills for her job but not the passion. And if it wasn't for her father who was so against her being a painter, Alice was sure she would not be living this tiring life. She would have made a name as a painter already and would be earning enough.

She breathed out deeply, kicking off the heels she was wearing. Within seconds, she twirled her hair into a bun and walked into her room.

She pulled off her clothes and changed into her pajamas quickly.

She rubbed her stomach and glanced at the wall clock. The time was 11pm. It was late and she was hungry but she was too tired to cook.

"Forget it, I will just eat tomorrow morning " she brushed it off and sat down on the chair before her reading table.

Aside from painting, Alice absolutely loved to read stories and the ones she liked the most were the werewolf stories. They were thrilling and exciting.

With a sudden bright look on her face, Alice grabbed one of the books and flipped open the pages.

It was an old book that her friend had lent to her and according to her friend, it was the best werewolf story ever.

With excitement, Alice began reading the book, her eyes trailing every single line with great interest.

The book was indeed worth the hype!

Alice flipped the page and continued reading. For minutes, she was lost in reading the book, she was so absorbed in the book that the ringing of her phone totally startled her.

With a jolt, Alice tore her eyes off the book and glanced at the ringing phone on the table.

It was an unknown number calling. That was weird, especially since it was so late at night.

At first, she did not want to pick up the call. After all it could be one of her pervert clients who found her contact somehow.

But on a second thought, Alice picked up the call and took the phone to her right ear, taking her gaze back to the book.

"Hello? Who is this?" she asked as soon as she picked the call but there was no response on the other side.

For a few seconds, it remained that way. Alice grew impatient and ended the call with a hiss.

"What in the world? " she snorted and returned her attention to the book but in no time, the same contact was calling again.

With a louder grumble, Alice picked up the call.

"Hello! Who is this?" she asked, her tone tougher this time around.

"Welcome Alice Reigns. You have been accepted into the realm" A manly voice replied.

Alice's brows furrowed in confusion. She could not understand what the person was saying.

"What realm?"

"Welcome" was the next response.

Alice wanted to yell at the person for disturbing her peace so late in the middle of the night but the call was ended.

"People have nothing to do these days other than making prank calls?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Such a vibe killer" she muttered and dropped her phone in the drawer.

She yawned, this time sleepily. Alice glanced at the book wanting to read more of it before going to sleep but the sudden sleepiness was fast taking hold of her.

"Why do I feel so sleepy all of a sudden?" she yawned again.

It was strange for her to feel sleepy while reading a book so interesting.

Shaking her head and being determined to read a few more pages, Alice opened the next page but it was blank.

Her brows pulled together. She rubbed her eyes, hoping her sleepiness wasn't affecting her sight and it wasn't.... The next page was really blank.

She quickly flipped the page to find out if the next one was also blank and it almost was blank.

"No more" was written at the top of the page.

Alice glanced down at the bottom of the page and there was something written there too.

"Why don't you make your own story?"

It was a question.

"What sort of book is this?" Alice asked, still a bit confused at how the book was ending the interesting story and asking her to make hers.

"Delinda must have pranked me" she concluded and yawned again.

Just then, her wall clock chimed. It was 12 am. Alice's eyes suddenly dimmed as she stared at the wall clock.

It felt like sleep but it seemed heavier than sleep. Alice's head dropped on the book and her eyes closed in a very deep sleep.

A type of sleep that would change her life forever.