The Werewolf:

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling and the trees were bending as if they were about to snap. I was walking home from work, and I had to take a shortcut through the park. I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't want to walk home in the dark. 

 I had only been walking for a few minutes when I heard something behind me. I turned around, but there was nothing there. I started to walk faster, but the thing was still following me. I started to run, but it was too late. The thing caught up to me and I saw that it was a werewolf. 

The werewolf grabbed me and started to drag me into the woods. I screamed and fought, but it was no use. I could feel its hot breath on my neck and I knew that it was going to kill me. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, but it never came. 

 When I opened my eyes, I was lying in my bed. It was all just a dream. I was relieved, but I was also shaken. I had never had a dream that felt so real before. I could still feel the werewolf's hot breath on my neck. 

I got out of bed and went to the window. I looked out into the park, and I saw something that made my blood run cold. There was a werewolf standing in the middle of the park, staring up at my window. I knew then that it was all too real, and I was in for a long night.

Story - 2

It was a dark, moonless night. Enough light shone from the porch light to show the broken coat hanger that stuck out of the porch stair rail. Lily sighed and wrapped her shawl around her other arm, picking her way from the driveway to the porch. 

 Just as she touched the railing, she heard it. A howl, long and low, from deep in the woods behind her house. She froze, one hand on the railing, the other clutching her shawl. Was that... could that be a werewolf?

 She'd heard stories, of course. Who hadn't? But she'd never actually believed them. And now, here she was, standing in the dark, listening to a werewolf howl. 

 She took a deep breath and told herself to calm down. There was no such thing as werewolves. It was probably just a dog, or a coyote. But even as she tried to reassure herself, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something out there, watching her, waiting to pounce. 

She stood there for a moment longer, then, mustering all her courage, she stepped onto the porch and quickly unlocked the door. She slammed it shut behind her and leaned against it, heart pounding, until she was sure she'd locked whatever was out there, safely on the other side.