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November 2006 - Page 13
Pack of Werewolves
by Tonya
It was late. I had been working at the time a extra shift at my manufacturing job and it was the summer of my 21st year. I was driving home from work in Northern Vermont at around 2:40 a.m. and through a heavy rural residential area with a good number of houses in the area. Due to that, the posted speed limit drops from 50 to 30 in that two-mile stretch of roadway.
I was in no hurry to get home and sleep, was in fact doing only about 27-28 mph when a sudden motion caught the corner of my eye outside my driver side window. Seeing as how I was in a "family" neighborhood, I was worried about a family pet, and turned quickly, expecting to see a dog, or a cat... something that I didn't want to hit anyhow.
What I saw still haunts me to this day, and nothing and no one will EVER convince me that I didn't see what I saw. First, let me add that this was a full moon night, I add that because as many of you know, the vision is greatly improved at night on the full moons night. And I could see very clearly. Though some people will insist that it was shadows, or darkness playing tricks, I know it wasn't. Nor, did I fall asleep at the wheel and dream. (The fact I didn't crash and wreck my car is proof enough of that.)
I turned my head to the left and saw a large animal running along with my car... not just a blur as I past by, like I thought it would be. This thing was enormous standing on all four legs. It was face to face with me in my small sport sedan. And it was keeping pace with me. What animal in Northern Vermont can pace 27-28 mph for any length of time? I wasn't scared at first... I was absolutely enthralled with the thing, which didn't resemble any creature outside fiction I've ever seen before.
Its large, funny-looking muzzle filled with protruding teeth, its bright and glowing red eyes and the strange way it loped along with me told me quickly it wasn't a human dressed up to play some kind of trick on me or other passersby. .For one thing, the way the back legs moved in unison as one leg as wild animals' legs move when they are thundering across an open prairie after prey. No human on its hands and knees could run like this thing did.
The moon really gave me quite a superb long look at the thing, especially since he seemed to be chasing along side my car for the better part of a mile. Then the whole situation took on a frightening new undertone. When I noticed that my strange creature was not alone. There were three of them! And worse then that, they seemed to have some kind of idea of cutting my car off. There was a creature identical to the one right outside my window who was trying to get ahead of me. It darted out from the shadows on a diagonal angle and made a beeline for the road before my car.
Nervous now, thinking I would need to swerve to avoid this thing, I checked my rearview mirror then and noted a third identical being loping down the middle of the roadway, now also in pursuit of my car. This was where my fascination with the creatures came to a halt, The fact they seemed to be working together for a common purpose - that to me was to get my car off the road - freaked me out to a cellular level. I finally knew what any wild rabbit knows: the feeling of being hunted.
I began to scream inside my car, and vaguely remember simultaneously hitting the door locks as I stomped on the gas, bursting out of that neighborhood at around 67 mph. My last fleeting looks in my rearview mirror was seeing the three creatures still chasing my car, though losing distance steadily.
I've never seen a werewolf again, though nothing in this world will make me dispute the fact I've not only seen one... I've escaped a pack of them on that night.
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