Issue #2: Chapter 3, Part 1

While one of the werewolves tried to break its way in through the door, the other two tried to break their way through the window. Yet for some reason, it had no effect on it which made me raise my eyebrow after noticing it. I just heard some scratches on it several times, which made them roar out of frustration and turned on the door instead. It was confusing to me at first, but it was exciting that it saved me and the old man.

I wondered what kind of window this was. What kind of glass was this used for it anyway? For a medieval fantasy world, I had to say this was such fantastic technology they got here.

I took a couple of steps back while still watching the door getting weaker from the werewolves' claws. Hearing something spraying behind me, I quickly turned around and saw the old man sprayed something across the room while he held the candle light on his hand, carrying a crossbow on his back and a candle. The smell was so hot in here, I covered my nose.

"What are you doin'?!" I questioned.

"No time to explain!" The old man opened the secret door to the basement, entering it while holding the door open for me to enter. "I'll explain later. Right now…Hurry! That door's going to burst open now! You don't want to be killed and be taken to the witch, do you?"

I turned my head around and shivered when the door was still bent, except more cracks were on the door. It looked like it was about to burst in less than thirty seconds.

I gazed at it for several seconds and took a couple more steps back. I knew this was going to be bad.

"C'mon now, girl. Hurry!" The old man pleaded, signaling me to come to him with his calmer voice.

I frowned when I realized I had no choice. I had to hide from those monsters in the basement with the old man.

"Oh, I'm comin'!" I cried as I turned around and ran towards the basement.

The old man watched me with a smile and a nod. I glared at him for a second.

Oh, don't bet your ass, old man! I only did it just to live, y'know.

After I gently kneeled down and jumped down into the basement, the old man placed the candle down somewhere on top of the staircase and gently shut the secret door. Then the front door finally burst open and the werewolves sniffed the air. Their screams and roars echoed in the room.

Curiosity began to rise in my mind: Did that very hot smell harm their noses? Will it be very difficult for them to find us?

But that didn't stop there. Their footsteps vibrated across the room. The old man and I waited for those beasts to begone, but they kept searching for us, hoping to find us.

And so far, they'd failed to find us on the first floor. The footsteps headed for the second floor to search for us, sniffing the air there.

"I think they're searching for us upstairs," the old man's voice whispered.

"Oh, you don't say," I answered in a lower voice.

When they also failed to find us in a while, their sad roars echoed and their footsteps now echoed downstairs. Then they roared with one another for a while longer, wondering when they would leave.

Impatience began brewing inside my mind, taking a deep sigh with my mouth closed. I wished these monsters would get the hell out here. With them staying here longer than usual was just pissing me off, greatly!

"Ugh, now what are they doin'?" My voice whispered.

"I don't know, probably chattin' with one another," the old man whispered back.

"Well, they're takin' a long ass time to be chattin' in here."

"Why, yes, they sure are. But we must still be patient if we want to remain alive, my dear."

Although I agreed with him entirely, I didn't dare to speak to him any further. When the old man moved a little and knocked down the sprayer on the staircase, it bounced forward and rolled over in the darkness until it stopped moving. Gasping in silence, we looked up at the secret door and heard the werewolves' growl above us.