Love at first howl

n the dark, twisting road, and the rocking motion was making her drowsy. She found herself dozing off, only to b

g in her new surroundings, she heard it again. A low, mournful howl, coming from somewhere in the woods that surrounded the town. She shivered, a feeling of unease settling over her. She told herself it was just a wolf, but i

Vacancy." Sarah's heart leapt with relief. She could stay there until morning, and then figure out her next steps. She knocked on the door and waited, hoping someone would answer

and opened the door wider. "Well, you can stay here tonight," she said. "But you'll have to leave in the morning." Sarah was just grateful to have a place to sleep for the night. The old woman led her to a small room, with a single bed and a small window that looked out onto the darkened woods. "The bathroom is down the hall," she said, and then she left,

r. She let out a small scream, and the eyes disappeared. Had she imagined it? She was too scared to stay in the room, so she grabbed her suitcase and went to find the old woman. S

ay from the window. She could hear heavy footsteps outside the door, and she was certain that whatever was out there was getting closer. She searched the room frantically, looking for anything that co

the doorway, looking at her in concern. She let out a shaky breath, realizing that it had just been a nightmare. "I'm fine," she said, setting the statue down. Michael came over to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "You were screaming in your sleep," he said. "What was it about?" Sarah told him about the dream, and he listened sympathetically.