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the Werewolf
Moon. The faithful companion of Earth. A loyal witness of terrestrial life. And death. A mass of history, composed of light and darkness. Reflecting the rays of the Sun, casting lucidity upon the sable deeds of humans at night. Dancing with the waves of the seas on the rythm of gravity, in the forms of high or low tide, just like evil and good are fighting over the fate of the ocean called soul. Strange metamorphoses can happen deep inside a man’s mind, its projection sometimes can only be sensed through the moonlight. Its shining blends diurnal fantasies with nocturnal nightmares, forming a new creature. Then, when evil tides overcome the good ones, Time distorts Nature into Myth, and creatures of the night become legends. Moon is the catalyst of such processes, and the harbinger of fear. When the Moon rises, the Unknown, lurking in the subconscious, crawles into existence in the shape of Death.
At the first night of the following events related, the Moon was shining on a deserted road, leading the way through the mountains in the direction of a small town named Oakville. Once being a prosperous city thanks to its gold mines, the villagers of Oakville held a pride they didn’t give up on, after the mines had been closed in the beginning of the 20th century. These people held onto the glory of the past, which used to be the present of their parents and grandparents. Living in the past, forging dreams about the future, these residents long forgot how to plant present plans in the soil of Life, and they were too complacent and sluggish to use their hands to weed out the obstacles hindering the blooming of such investments. They have lost their spirit to endeavour, to enterprise, and to endure. The three main components of success. Waiting for a miracle to happen, they forgot to focus on what’s really important. Having a fortune is not always the result of being fortunate. Sometimes even luck has to be deserved, and Fortuna to be served.
In order to understand the tragical incident upcoming, this short description had to be made. All in all, the habitants of Oakville have grown lazy, grumpy, distrustful and superstitious. They clinged to the past, and it includes the legends and rumors of the past as well.
At this late hour, a weird van was climbing up the road, heading to Oakville. It had five passengers: two girls, two guys, and a great dane dog. Although onto the sides of the car the logo „Mystery Machine” was painted, the identity of its owners shall not be a mystery for the readers of this story. The members of Mystery Inc. : Velma, Daphne, Fred and Scooby were going to visit Shaggy’s uncle, who invited the gang to the town. Velma was holding a map, and warned Fred when they reached a junction:
„Fred, take the right turn here!”
„Are you sure? It leads into the forest, which kinda creeps me out”- interrupted Shaggy.
„The signpost points toward the right, saying ’Oakville- 5 kms’. Turn right, Fred.”-ordered Velma.
„Alright, ma’am.”- answered Fred. As they proceeded further into the forest full of oak trees, they had to realize that something was amiss. It has been more than half an hour now, and not even the slightest clue indicated that their destination was near. Then a howling soared through the chill air. The travelers shivered.
„Guys I don’t want to be wolf food. Let’s get out of here quickly!”- complained Shaggy.
„My thoughts exactly. Add more gas, Freddy!”- turned Daphne to the driver.
„I’m on it!”- said Fred but just as he speeded up, after a few meters, he stepped on the break and they all jolted.
„What the…”
„Something was crossing the road.”- explained Fred.
„It’s getting creepy, move on!”- shouted Shaggy.
„Calm down, it must have been only an animal.”- Velma tried to soothe Shaggy.
„Yeah, what else, after all?”- hiccuped Shaggy.
Fred drove on and after a couple of minutes they saw distant lights shining dimly through the windows of a tavern.
„Finally, a house. Let’s ask for the right directions!”- and so, as they reached the yard of the tavern, Fred stopped the car and they stepped into the place. It was dirty and worn out. It had the atmosphere of being haunted. Webs, woven by spiders were the sole decorations on the walls, the floor was creaking under the footsteps of the guests, and the whole room was filled with smoke.
„Well, this is not the place where we should stay. Let’s get done quickly, please.”- whispered Shaggy.
The barkeeper –a fat man in his fifties- noticed the newbies, and welcomed them with his rusty voice, trying to sound as gentle as he could, but that just made his effort even more awkward than it was. He smiled at the gang and said:
„Good evening, my dear children, please take a seat.” –And he pointed towards the table in the corner, next to another one that was occupied by two men, the only guests apart from our heroes.- „What can I serve you with?”
„Information”- said Shaggy, but Velma jogged him on his side.
„Good evening, Sir. We have actually lost our way in the forest. We would appreciate if you would be so kind as to tell us about how to get to Oakville.”- Velma ranted. One of the two men from the rear table, turned towards them:
„Oakville, eh? You guys sure are out of your minds to come this way at such a time.”- and he laughed.
„Excuse me? What do you mean?”- asked Fred, but the guy continued to smoke and chit chat with his pal.
„Never mind him, he has a big mouth.”- said the host.-„Please at least eat something.”
„Now that you mention sir, we’re actually hungry, right, Scoob?”- Shaggy carassed his stomach.
„Yup yup, hungry!”- barked the dog.
„Oh gosh, we have no choice then but order something. What do you have?”- asked Fred of the owner of the place.
„I can make you some sandwiches. Please wait.”- and he disappeared behind the kitchen door. The gang sat down on the ramshackle chairs around the mentioned table. They overheard the conversation between the two men.
„Yeah it is indeed sinister. The curse is in work again”-said the older man who was smoking.
„Sorry for the bother, but what are you talking about?”- asked Fred of the smoker.
„You haven’t heard? Some mysterious things are happening in Oakville. We are from the neighbouring town, but my cousin lives there. The chickens of some villagers were slaughtered. It may be some hungry wolves from the mountains, but this is how it started a hundred years ago.”- answered the man.
„What happened a hundred years ago?”- Velma pried.
„As far as I know, first some livestock disappeared, then men were killed in a brutal way. Fear took over the town and people were looking for someone to blame so they accused a certain family to be responsible for the deaths. They said that Ethan Hart was a werewolf, based on an old legend. Back in the 1800s some Indians held rituals worshipping the wolves of these mountains and made human sacrifices at full Moon. Then they ate the hearts of the sacrifices, believing that they will get the souls of the wolves. The government stopped them, but some of them settled down in Oakville and their descendants blended in the population. Also, these Indians had always claimed that this area along with the gold mines, belong to them. After losing their territory, they swore to take revenge one day and take back the gold. Now the Harts are very well known for their Indian ancestry. When these murders happened, the villagers found blood of a victim on Ethan Hart’s clothes. Moreover, they caught him unconsciously lying next to a victim one night, his body full of scratches. Of course this doesn’t make sense. Just some old legend. I think the guy was just drunk or something. The real murderer was never found, but they chased Hart into the mines and blew them up, burying the poor fellow forever. However, his family was said to have the curse of the werewolf. They were bullied and insulted a lot, but they have managed to stay in Oakville, being quite isolated though. The mines were blown up and closed as a result of this incident. People started to think that the werewolf appeared as an avenger for the Indians, and that it protects the goldmines. So the industry deteriorated and people started to move away. That’s all I know. Why are you guys going there?”-finished the man, his cigarette burnt down as well. The gang was silent by the shock.
„My uncle, John Rogers invited us to visit him. He moved to Oakville only a few years ago, and he said nothing about these legends.”- Shaggy broke the silence.
„Oh, Rogers, the librarian. I’ve heard of him. So you are his nephew. Nice to meet you. My name is Elders, and this is my friend, Blake.”- the man made his introduction.
„Hi there. I’m Thomas Blake, and if you want to go to Oakville, you should have turned left at the last junction.”- said the younger man.
„See, I knew we should have taken the left.”- sulked Shaggy.
„Strange. The signpost was pointing towards the right.”- pondered Fred.
„Whatever, let’s get moving before it’s too late, I’m freaking out. We’ve wasted enough time.”-said Shaggy.
„What about the food?”- asked Daphne.
„We will eat it in the Mystery Machine. Let’s go!”- Shaggy said. They paid for the service and left. They reached the Y turn without a problem, and this time they took the correct direction. After that, they soon reached Oakville. During this whole time, they didn’t speak a word, but they were all thinking about the things they heard. It was around 10 pm when they crossed the town border, and they were looking for someone to tell them where John Rogers and his family lived. They were circling round and round, then after a few streets, they saw a crowd gathering in front of a lonely house. They got out of the car and got nearer to the scene. On the yard of the house, a bloody corpse of a dog was lying, its head cut off. On the front wall of the house the following word was written in blood:
„ WEREWOLVES”
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