It’s dark out. Of course it is- it’s nearly midnight. And here you are, walking out into the middle of the woods to that weird ass abandoned house- just to see it again.

To make sure you’re not actually going crazy.

Well- you know you aren’t. It’s real. You know it—he— is real. At this point you just want to see him again.

So here you are, going in through the front door that’s always open, and pausing in the entryway.

He appears a second later, making your heart skip a beat as always— you know he won’t hurt you, but goddamn, he’s still scary as fuck.

The werewolf-like creature came out from around a corner, approaching you quietly, letting out a small huff of greeting, stilling.