Howling in the Night

The noises from the woods came every evening without fail. Each night, at nine o’clock, Trey and his friends could hear howling from the woods that surrounded their neighborhood. Trey’s best friend Donovan was convinced there were werewolves living in the area. Tonight, the boys were determined to find out what was going on.

“I told my parents we were playing video games all night,” Marcus said to no one in particular.

“I wish we were playing games,” Trey confessed to the group. “I’m a little worried about what we’re going to find.” Trey’s flashlight shook in his hand, giving away just how nervous he was.

No one in the group made fun of him. They were all a bit scared, but they were also determined. “We all agreed we want to know where the noise is coming from,” Marcus reminded them. “I’m tired of wondering if something is going to come out of the woods someday and grab my little sister. I know my parents don’t think there’s anything out there, but I want to know.”

“At least we aren’t trespassing,” Donovan spoke up. “Trey’s family owns all this land.” The minute Donovan stopped speaking, a terrible howl ripped through the night. All three boys stopped in their tracks for just a minute before racing toward the noise. The sound was getting closer and closer, and the trio knew that at any moment they would finally know what was making the mysterious noises.

Trey was the first to stop in his track, and the other two boys were so close, they bumped into his back. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” All three boys laughed when they spotted the “werewolf” they had heard each night. A hound dog stood in the woods howling at the moon. The sound echoed through the woods, making it reverberate through the night, sounding louder and more mournful than any howl ever made by a dog.

“Who’s up for some video games?” Marcus asked. All three boys raced him back to the house.