An elderly man was walking home from his voluntary job one sunny evening when he was viciously attacked. The newspapers say that he died from animal attacks, but when his body was found the only thing left behind was a bunch of broken bones and a shoe. It wasn't just some random story that everyone was momentarily interested in, it was a truth so dark that it was taken as fiction by those who read about it. The story which had by now travelled through word of mouth became something warped and inconceivable, no one believed what they heard and the story had changed slowly as many people shared it. - Although had it been an animal attack there would have been more evidence left behind, like a carcass or the man's clothes; but there wasn't and that was the problem. Werewolves. The subject that wouldn't leave reporter Sally Johnson's mind. It plagued her, always a theory, an idea or even suspicious movement or evidence that pointed towards the possibility of their existence. She knew some once, when she was a little girl but they were hunted to extinction. Or so she thought. Sally thought herself to be sensible now, she thought her past to be but a small figment of her overactive imagination. Boy was she wrong. A werewolf family had just moved into town, they lived on the outskirts and avoided interacting with the humans if they could. They were a family that kept to themselves.
As days passed by, the night of the full moon approaching Sally became more restless. Something bad was going to happen and she could feel it in her bones. It was affecting her, almost like a premonition. From her memories she could recall her aunt telling her that when the full moon came out turned werewolves become vicious and lose all sense of reason and self-control. A younger Sally was once warned to stay inside as turned werewolves monopolised the streets in search of easy prey - if you got caught by them you would be ripped to shreds and there would be so little of you left that it would become doubtful that you ever existed in the first place. They biome unstoppable killing machines.
People heard the rumours and they became afraid, they suspected everyone and anyone they deemed suspicious was immediately reported. The last time someone made a report of a sighting it hadn't ended nicely, at least not for the werewolf. It was only a matter of time. They had been run down and hunted before and if there were any left it would happen again, werewolves weren't safe and people were paranoid. The town had a meeting that week, it was mostly just a bunch of old people who ran the town but they believed in the existence of werewolves and they neither trusted nor thought highly of the new family that had moved into their small cosy town. They believed the family was weird, they thought that the families anti-social and reclusive behaviour was something that they should watch out for because everyone knew everyone in this town. Families that moved here and didn't even have the courtesy to introduce themselves to their neighbours were often watched and talked about by the people native to this town. Sally Johnson knew this and also felt that there may be something suspicious about the new family. She wanted to get a lead story, even if it meant stalking both the family and the town: but she had to be careful, she could not afford to expose herself to either the townsfolk or the family she was watching. Resigning herself to this fact, she knew all she could do was wait. So that's what she did, she waited and waited and in due time all her eff9rts would pay off. And it did. One night, as the clock struck the witching hour, Sally was crouching behind a fallen tree in the woods when she saw a hairless werewolf ravaging what looked to be a sack of bones. It was or had been someone's body. When poor Sally had seen enough she got out her phone, almost dropping it and took a picture, the werewolf looked in her direction and she cursed realising she hadn't turned off the flash and thus had been seen by the beast of the night. She tried to run, almost flying through the woods until she tripped on a fallen log landing face first into the wet earth. Within a flash the werewolf was upon her, fangs bared, brown eyes staring down at her almost daring her to move. Sally sat there paralysed with fear, she had done what her Aunt had warned her against many years ago, and now it was too late to turn back. Nothing could save her anymore. Not even a scream could be heard from Sally as she took her last breath, her last thought of whether she would ever be found disappearing into the wind before her flesh vanished leaving behind a pile of stark white bones. The only proof that she had ever existed.