It was a cold winter's night in the village of Nokly Bokly. Loud moans rang out from Mystery Terrace, deep in the marshes, and a glowing, yellow mist curled around its walls. Down in the gloomy church yard, Joanne Flint was digging graves. She shivered when she heard the moans, but she kept on digging. For a moment, Joanne wished she was home in bed. Then she remembered her nightmares. Almost every night, Joanne dreamed a savage wolf was chasing her. She stopped digging and nervously looked up. She had the feeling someone was watching her now. Joanne wiped her sweaty face with a cloth. Then, gripping her shovel tightly, she began to dig even faster. A few minutes later, Joanne heard a noise. She turned around slowly... to see a dark shape springing out of the bushes at her. Joanne let out a piercing shriek. Her worst nightmare had just come true.[/img]
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