Angelica Brownwood

~Mystery Man~

A way from Fender’s miserable destiny, Carter Dale stopped his car, not far from the lone house near the headwater. The house was like a fairy house just like what Anna said, full of plants, flower, and creeper plants on the wall.

Carter sniffed, got out from his car and walked slowly, without stopping to sniff.

She’s right. I can smell a werewolf here, he thought. And without thinking so long, he ran toward the house’s main door. But his eyes bugged out when he arrived right in front of the door. The creeper plants were moving, like defending the house from the intruder.

“What the hell,” he whispered in shocked.