The Werewolf of Wedgewood Forest
A Creative Writing Piece By Cassie Mullenbach The Werewolf of Wedgewood Forest Cold. That’s how the wind hits me as I leave my apartment for the night. I can’t stay inside tonight. It’s already Friday. The 26 th . I almost forgot about it until I started feeling more anxious at work today. As I’m walking up the street, I catch a few acquaintances heading to watch a new movie. I wish I could go too, but I can’t let them know. I don’t know what they would do. They would never want to talk to me again. They’d turn me in. I continue walking until I reach the limits of Wedgewood Forest. “ PRIVATE PROPERTY ”, says the red and white sign on the gate. I make sure no one is around this time, and then slip past the metal fence. Unpleasant things have happened in this forest in the past. I would know… I guess that’s why I’m always welcome here. I start my trek further into the forest. I need to get as deep a...