The Accident
Julia woke again. She was in the woods next to her suburban house. This was not the first time this happened. But there was some thing new. A young boy, 5 or 6, was crouched against a tree. He was probably Mexican, and had sandy blond hair. He cowered in horror, fear showing in his eyes. He clutched his arm, which was bleeding freely, causing red splotches to appear on the forest floor. Suddenly he screamed, "WEREWOLF!" and shot out of the under growth like a bullet. Julia sat there for a second, not moving. Then she realized something was dripping from her lips. She touched it. It felt warm. She then peered at her finger. It was covered in human blood.
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