I'm at a carnival with one of my buddies and we go to a gypsey fortune teller. She looks at my palm and frightedly told me to leave now. We didn't listen to her and we stayed a little longer. When we left it was late and we went walking down the road to the short cut. When we made it to the short cut a werewolf jumped out bit me and then my buddy took off running. It was a month later at the time of the full moon I started to fill bad pain where I was bitten and then I started to change into a black werewolf. After the night in the mourning I for some reason left my home and my life in my home town.
2007-01-30
06:55:15
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crypt_keeper07
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Society & Culture
➔ Mythology & Folklore