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The Creature from Town “Wolf”
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I an Wrovenski. Hearing that the Town “Wolf” was the perfect place for a quiet holiday, I decided to give it a go. It was not to my knowing, that my trip would cause the suffer of many at my destination…

The blue moon hovered in the sky, casting a blanket of pale light over the town of “Wolf”. The wind was howling in warning, and the leaves rustled in great discontent. An eerie silent shrouded the town. Somewhere in the Forest Wolf, a pair of deep-red bloodshot eyes glared between the trees. It was not known to the townsfolk that a creature had arisen.

After hours of searching motels for a room with a good price through the blasted gale, I found myself standing outside the Motel Moore. It was situated right at the end of the town to the entrance of the Forest Wolf.

The Motel Moore was rather strange. The façade of it was that of a derelict building, but inside it, to great amazement, it was lavishly decorated. Two expensive-looking armchairs stood side to an elegant, carved coffee table with a painted oil-lamp in the middle, the floor was carpeted with royal purple and gold trimmings, paintings of the town’s supposedly renowned artist were hung up on the walls for display. Soft background music of an antique grand-piano being played created an atmosphere of tenderness and sophistication. It was more of a grand and majestic hotel rather than a motel.

At the receptionist’s counter, I queried how many people were staying at the motel. The receptionist did not answer but simply smiled and showed me the motel’s guest book. Almost all the rooms were ‘filled’. The bell-boy was soon called to bring my luggage up to my room.

Arriving, I glanced around the quaint, little room. It was furnished with choice selections of furniture, possibly from the 18th Century. An inviting poster-bed stood at the centre, next to it was a shimmering lamp of orange light placed on a beautifully carved, rosewood side table. To the right, the dirty-green drapes were drawn back, revealing a closed window which overlooked the quiet street of houses below. “An elegant room at a bargain.” I praised myself for having made a wise selection. Seeing everything in the room was to my pleasure, the bell-boy grinned and cooed softly, “ Have a nice stay. Heh Heh Heh. ” The door closed with a silent
‘ Click ’ .