The house stood by itself, hidden by the miles of evergreen trees. The house was weathered in a way that made it seem as if it were naturally there. As if houses like those stood high, peaking from the trees in every forest.
Just on the other side of the trees the sun had began descending, hinting the darkness that was to come. Silence held the scene capture.
Nothing gave away the horrors that laid within the little home.
Inside the house nothing but the soft whimpers and cries of a girl sounded. A mere teenager. In fact she had just turned sixteen the following day.
Next to the girl, a man lay dead.
Her father.
His skin was still slightly warm, though by the second the warmth was leaving him. His eyes were wide with shock—shocked that his little girl—had lost control.
More whimpers sounded, this time near the door way. The phone hung limp in the mothers hands, littered with bloody fingerprints. The last words spoken into the receiver still hung in the silenced air: "My daughter...s-she killed him...my god...she h-had fur a-and a tail..."
YOU ARE READING
His Killer Mate
WerewolfNo one knows why or how Nicole killed her father, but maybe her mother does considering she witnessed the whole thing. But how can you get the full story from an insane mother insisting her daughter was sprouting fur and a tail?
