“The Bell Witches” -Lindsey Kelk

You had lived in Savannah Georgia all your life, and every night that wasn’t raining you’d take a walk around town, tonight was no different.

You would walk past Lafayette Square all the way to Bonaventure Cemetery and back. It was a good, long walk for summer nights like this, and tonight had a beautiful full moon with twinkling stars.

As you were nearing the Cemetery you heard sounds of what sounded like a hassle, - which was odd, Savannah was always usually so peaceful. You never usually went into the Cemetery, just walked there and back; - but tonight you had peeked in just to see two women, a younger one and an older one, (later identified as your friend Emily, and her grandmother Catherine,) disappearing into their car and driving off out of the Cemetery.

You raised your eyebrow in suspicion before heading into the cemetery yourself to investigate, - you saw nothing out of the ordinary until you heard it, - the faint sound of a struggle coming from the river. You immediately rushed over, thinking someone was hurt; but instead of a person, you found a deeply wounded wolf.

Typically no one would help a wolf, but you did. You had pulled the wolf out of the river and came back with your truck to transport it to safety. You had brought it back to your house and immediately started tending to the cuts, and wounds of the wolf; stitching up the cuts, cleaning off the wounds so they wouldn’t get infected, etc.

Once you were all done you let out a sigh of relief, you watched the wolf for a little more to make sure it was still alive before putting the supplies away. After you put everything away the wolf slowly opened it’s beady eyes, filled with different shades of browns, yellows, greens and greys; - the wolf was too tired to be aggressive, it licked your hand in a sleepy appreciation before closing its eyes again.

the next day when the sun came out and the full moon was gone, you had slipped into the kitchen and researched what wolves might eat for breakfast, you were about to get started when you heard a groan from your living room. You went to see if the wolf was awake, - but it wasn’t a wolf in it’s place, it was a stranger you had never seen before, holding his head and rubbing his temples in pain

you hadn’t saved a wolf, you had saved a werewolf.