Werewolves are real. My mind couldn't seem to wrap around that fact very well. I stumble and look around, expecting the big bad wolf to automatically know that I know about werewolves and come and eat me. Thinking about that, I hear a twig snap near a bush close to me, I start to sprint. I finally see my house and I jerk open the door, run as fast as possible into the house and up the stairs, to fling open my own door. My bag goes flying somewhere and I burry myself under my covers. My head burrows itself into my pillow. In a moment of insanity, I scream for about five minutes-dragging the moment out. No one hears me because of the pillow, thankfully. I then realize that nobody but me may be home. Oh, crap! Did I lock the door? What if I didn't? Can wolves open doors-wait! Werewolves can change to humans! I gasp as a thought hits me. THEY CAN OPEN THE FRONT DOOR! I bolt upright in bed, staring at my door. I strain to hear anything coming from behind it, hearing nothing. My feet slip out the side and I carefully stand on my tippy toes.
