For as long Philip could remember, he had always been afraid of the dark. But his friends
obviously couldn't know that; he was the star football player and jock of Elmwood academy, fear
wasn't a word that should have been in his vocabulary. However, here he was, seated in the
back of his father's old pickup truck, struggling to stay calm whilst balancing a cigar between his
middle and forefinger as the cold November winds seeped through his jacket.
He watched, with growing unease, as his friends chanted as Jude, another one of his friends,
chugged down a bottle of tequila. He took a long drag from his cigarette, letting the heady
feeling consume and calm him before exhaling billows of smoke.
They were playing truth or dare, a game he would usually enjoy in the comfort of his living room
or the boys' locker room in school, not here in the middle of the forest, miles away from
civilization. Jude let out a loud belch when he had completely downed the bottle of alcohol,
whooping and cheering alongside the others.
“Can we head back now? This place is freezing,” Philip said before restlessly taking another
draw.
“Sure, as soon as you complete your dare.” It was Matt who spoke, the pretty boy of Elmore
academy and captain of the swim team. Philip couldn't quite remember why they were friends,
he had a mischievous glint in those emerald eyes that never sat well with him. He was a bully,
always eager to start fights, which of course he would never take part of, and he always made
other people do his dirty work.
“Fine, the sooner this is done with, the better.”
“Alright, Phil, I dare you to go into that cave we drove past on the way here.” Philip paled, at that
moment he hated Matt with the fury of a thousand suns.
“ You can't expect him to walk all the way there on his own, we're in the middle of a forest”
Cesar, the final person in their group of four, spoke up. He was the smartest in the group, level
headed and calm when he needed to be. He was a leash on the other three, ever ready to keep
them in check and pull them back when they began to get too out of control. His only flaw,
thought Philip, was that he always seemed to see the good in people, no matter how miniscule it
was. That was the only reason Matt hung out with them, the only reason he had been invited to
their guys night, the only reason they had indulged him and come out into this freezing forest.
“Fine, we'll drive down there and follow him to the cave to make sure he doesn't chicken out.”
“ Is that good with everyone?” Cesar asked. Philip wanted to shout, he wanted to tell them that
this was a stupid idea, he wanted to get in the car and floor it with no regards for traffic
regulations until he was in the safety of his garage. He wanted to flip Matt off and tell him how
much of a douchebag he was to have made them come into this forest this late at night, but he didn't. Instead, he put out his cigar and gave a small grunt of agreement before hopping off the
open back of the truck and making his way to the driver's seat. Jude gave an inebriated thumbs
up, following his lead by hopping off the back and climbing into the back seat of the car, Matt not
far behind him. When Cesar had got in the passenger's seat, they began the drive back up the
dirt track. Philip could feel his hands going numb from the lack of blood, he held on to the
steering wheel so hard his knuckles had begun to turn white.
The drive took only a few minutes, but it felt like hours to him. They had parked at the mouth of
the cave, his headlights only dispelled a bit of darkness, he shivered.
“Y'know, Phil, if you're scared we could just head back to my place,” Matt said, he could
practically hear the smirk in his voice. He hated him. He hated this. But he couldn't back out
now, Matt wouldn't let him live it down, the news would spread like wildfire across their small
town before dawn the next day. Philip took a deep breath.
“Let's get this over with.”
They piled out of the pickup truck, Jude barely able to stand on his own as Cesar supported
him. Philip's hand trembled as he pulled out another cigarette from its pack and lit it, relishing in
the brief calm it gave him. He turned on a torch he had grabbed from the car as he strolled into
the cave, still filled with the heady feeling and false bravado the smoke gave him.
The cave was larger than it appeared on the outside, Philip could hear the sound of his
footsteps bounce off the walls, he flashed the light around and found the room mostly empty.
There were broken twigs and the dried up skeletons of small animals littered across the ground,
a few broken statues lay buried underneath rocks and wedged inside cracks. Philip would have
been horrified if he wasn't so intrigued; a statue, roughly the length of his arm and the width of
his torso and the only one not broken in half, was wrapped in a strip of shredded cloth. He
nudged it with his leg, after another sharp draw if his cigar for bravery, he pulled at the cloth to
reveal a woman clad in a long robe, holding burning torches. She was triple-formed, with three
bodies standing back-to-back, probably so that she could look in all directions at once. She was
surrounded by three large hounds which seemed to be barking.
“ Philip! Everything good?!” Cesar's voice carried into the cave. “I'm going in there to check on
him.”
Philip could see the outline of their silhouettes as Cesar and Jude made their way into the cave.
Cesar flashed a torch of his own around the cave. He asked,
“What's taking you so long? You've completed your dare, let's get out of here.”
“You guys should come check this out,” Philip's whisper carried through the cave, the others
huddled around him. He could see the eager confusion on each of their faces, even Matt's,
although he seemed more disappointed that Philip hadn't made a total fool of himself.
“It's a…statue?” Came Jude's groggy statement, his hand that wasn't around Cesar's shoulder
for support was wrapped around his stomach.
“Cee, you're the history geek, I reckon you know what this is,” Matt's less than enthusiastic voice
echoed in the cave.
“ Yeah, it's a statue of Hecate— oh god, Jude!”
The sound of Jude retching filled the cave. Philip watched as vomit splashed all over his shoes,
the statue, and parts of Cesar's shirt. Jude's body slumped, he had passed out.
“Oh god gross”
“We need to get him to the car, this weather won't do him any good.”
Philip put Jude's other arm around his shoulder, and he and Cesar lifted him out of the cave and
towards the car. He couldn't help the exhausted, or was it relieved sigh that left him when his
hands were finally behind the steering wheel. He was glad to finally get out of there.
“We need to wait for Matt,” Philip had already shifted the gear to reverse when Cesar's voicestopped him halfway through his actions. He groaned.“We never should have never come here,” he replied. He didn't need to elaborate, he knew hewas referring to Matt. Cesar knew how much Matt made him uncomfortable. He knew Matt wasmore trouble than it was worth. But, for whatever reason, he was still convinced there wassomething good in the blasted kid. Philip couldn't be bothered if he was Jesus fricking Christ,Matt was a horrible person.“You just need to give him a chance, Y'know, warm up to him.”“His face can warm up to the soles of my shoes when we're out of here.” Philip stared out of hiswindow and at the mouth of the cave. The surrounding silence in the forest shattered as his fistmade contact with the steering wheel, he honked a few more times to get Matt's attention. Whatthe hell was he doing in there? A few seconds later, he jogged out of the cave, struggling to zipup his
Jude awoke with a jolt, there was a sharp ringing sound coming from his right ear, and it felt likesomeone had slammed that side of his face against a wall. He was more aware of his crackingheadache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated his cracked lips. He could feel hisbones ache and his muscles throb like he had been beaten to a pulp and placed in a papershredder afterwards, so much so that he could barely identify nor control any part of his body,his limbs felt too heavy, and his head felt far too light to be right. Cold seeped into his chest, andhe wondered what had become of his shirt last night.He could still feel the residual taste of cheap vodka and perhaps a bit of vomit at the back of histhroat. He couldn't remember half of what had transpired the night before, last he recalled, theyhad been waiting in the car for Philip to complete his dare, so they could finally head on home.Everything else was a blur, but that wasn't an entirely unfamiliar feeling for
Philip hated the hospital, he didn't need to open his eyes to tell where he was, it was difficult tomiss the putrid combination of pain, suffering and excessive antiseptic. He hated the doctorswho delivered bad news with an expressionless mask on their faces and the nurses who werealways so sickly sweet when you were a kid but had horrible attitudes towards adults. He hatedthat this had been the last place he saw his mother alive, he hated that his kid sister never hadthe chance to breathe none incubated air, and he hated most of all that his old man had himback here every other day of the week to bribe the doctors to prescribe codeine and morphinewhich he sold to the kids and junkies on their street.The sound of feet shuffling nervously by his bedside drew him out of his drowsy awareness.Someone spoke;“I think he's waking up, sir.” The voice was one he recognized, Mrs permernutt, a nasty lookingwoman—who seemed to be suffering a midlife crisis— with an even nastier attitud
Sarah stared at the television in silence. 'Wild bears strike' the headlines read. The newsshowed videos and pictures taken by the police of the dead animals and wrecked truck the boyshad been at night before.She knew that truck, Jude was always in that truck. She remembered her son saying he wouldbe with his friends at Jude's house studying; She'd never liked that boy, he was a delinquent,always in trouble with school and sometimes even the authorities. She found no reason why hewasn't behind bars with the things he took and sometimes did, the townsfolk were all toogullible. In her unsolicited opinion, he had got more than enough second chances just becauseeveryone in town agreed his parents were scum of the earth. The only reason she had let Mattout last night was because she thought the others in their reading group were slightlyresponsible.Her slender had rested just above Matthew's. He seemed so peaceful despite the bandageswrapped around his torso and head, the last
Blurb : Philip, Matt, Cesar and Jude never expected the drastic change in their lives.Transformed into werewolves, they are forced into a world mythical creatures, death and thesupernatural.Setting:The story is a contemporary paranormal thriller. The beginning is set in the small quietfictional town of Elmwood and it's surrounding states and environs. Eventually it changesMain characters:● Philip Bassett: He is one of the four who are cursed and also one of the main male leadsof the story.He is a nineteen (19) year old high schooler of lean build with chocolate brown hair andmatching eyesHe's a lycanthrope, a werewolf subclass; his abilities include speed, superhumanstrength and an increased sense of smell. He possesses no special ability.● Jude Carson: He is a delinquent. The wild, crazy and wreckless one of the four with adevil may care attitude towards life.He's also nineteen years old, a highschool dropout yet extremely intelligent when theneed arises. He has long,
Sarah stared at the television in silence. 'Wild bears strike' the headlines read. The newsshowed videos and pictures taken by the police of the dead animals and wrecked truck the boyshad been at night before.She knew that truck, Jude was always in that truck. She remembered her son saying he wouldbe with his friends at Jude's house studying; She'd never liked that boy, he was a delinquent,always in trouble with school and sometimes even the authorities. She found no reason why hewasn't behind bars with the things he took and sometimes did, the townsfolk were all toogullible. In her unsolicited opinion, he had got more than enough second chances just becauseeveryone in town agreed his parents were scum of the earth. The only reason she had let Mattout last night was because she thought the others in their reading group were slightlyresponsible.Her slender had rested just above Matthew's. He seemed so peaceful despite the bandageswrapped around his torso and head, the last
Philip hated the hospital, he didn't need to open his eyes to tell where he was, it was difficult tomiss the putrid combination of pain, suffering and excessive antiseptic. He hated the doctorswho delivered bad news with an expressionless mask on their faces and the nurses who werealways so sickly sweet when you were a kid but had horrible attitudes towards adults. He hatedthat this had been the last place he saw his mother alive, he hated that his kid sister never hadthe chance to breathe none incubated air, and he hated most of all that his old man had himback here every other day of the week to bribe the doctors to prescribe codeine and morphinewhich he sold to the kids and junkies on their street.The sound of feet shuffling nervously by his bedside drew him out of his drowsy awareness.Someone spoke;“I think he's waking up, sir.” The voice was one he recognized, Mrs permernutt, a nasty lookingwoman—who seemed to be suffering a midlife crisis— with an even nastier attitud
Jude awoke with a jolt, there was a sharp ringing sound coming from his right ear, and it felt likesomeone had slammed that side of his face against a wall. He was more aware of his crackingheadache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated his cracked lips. He could feel hisbones ache and his muscles throb like he had been beaten to a pulp and placed in a papershredder afterwards, so much so that he could barely identify nor control any part of his body,his limbs felt too heavy, and his head felt far too light to be right. Cold seeped into his chest, andhe wondered what had become of his shirt last night.He could still feel the residual taste of cheap vodka and perhaps a bit of vomit at the back of histhroat. He couldn't remember half of what had transpired the night before, last he recalled, theyhad been waiting in the car for Philip to complete his dare, so they could finally head on home.Everything else was a blur, but that wasn't an entirely unfamiliar feeling for
“We need to wait for Matt,” Philip had already shifted the gear to reverse when Cesar's voicestopped him halfway through his actions. He groaned.“We never should have never come here,” he replied. He didn't need to elaborate, he knew hewas referring to Matt. Cesar knew how much Matt made him uncomfortable. He knew Matt wasmore trouble than it was worth. But, for whatever reason, he was still convinced there wassomething good in the blasted kid. Philip couldn't be bothered if he was Jesus fricking Christ,Matt was a horrible person.“You just need to give him a chance, Y'know, warm up to him.”“His face can warm up to the soles of my shoes when we're out of here.” Philip stared out of hiswindow and at the mouth of the cave. The surrounding silence in the forest shattered as his fistmade contact with the steering wheel, he honked a few more times to get Matt's attention. Whatthe hell was he doing in there? A few seconds later, he jogged out of the cave, struggling to zipup his
For as long Philip could remember, he had always been afraid of the dark. But his friendsobviously couldn't know that; he was the star football player and jock of Elmwood academy, fearwasn't a word that should have been in his vocabulary. However, here he was, seated in theback of his father's old pickup truck, struggling to stay calm whilst balancing a cigar between hismiddle and forefinger as the cold November winds seeped through his jacket.He watched, with growing unease, as his friends chanted as Jude, another one of his friends,chugged down a bottle of tequila. He took a long drag from his cigarette, letting the headyfeeling consume and calm him before exhaling billows of smoke.They were playing truth or dare, a game he would usually enjoy in the comfort of his living roomor the boys' locker room in school, not here in the middle of the forest, miles away fromcivilization. Jude let out a loud belch when he had completely downed the bottle of alcohol,whooping and cheer
Blurb : Philip, Matt, Cesar and Jude never expected the drastic change in their lives.Transformed into werewolves, they are forced into a world mythical creatures, death and thesupernatural.Setting:The story is a contemporary paranormal thriller. The beginning is set in the small quietfictional town of Elmwood and it's surrounding states and environs. Eventually it changesMain characters:● Philip Bassett: He is one of the four who are cursed and also one of the main male leadsof the story.He is a nineteen (19) year old high schooler of lean build with chocolate brown hair andmatching eyesHe's a lycanthrope, a werewolf subclass; his abilities include speed, superhumanstrength and an increased sense of smell. He possesses no special ability.● Jude Carson: He is a delinquent. The wild, crazy and wreckless one of the four with adevil may care attitude towards life.He's also nineteen years old, a highschool dropout yet extremely intelligent when theneed arises. He has long,