"...he, then grabbed the butcher knife and stubbed it in the cat's flesh in front of the young boy's eyes. A cry escaped from his little mouth. This fierce, maniac killer had no mercy. Soon, it would be his turn..."
             It was a damp, humid night and the wind was angrily pushing the trees with force and finally making them bend until they reached the land. The quietness and the darkness were the master elements of the night. The stars flickered like the flames of the fire like if it was proclaiming that something inexplicable would certainly happen. The four good friends had decided to camp for the night to the cave in the little woodland which was tucked away just out of the town.
             Every single child had shivered to the "real" story John had told. "It's a real story", the boy repeated with the most convincing manner and his whole body was shaking with fear. He hated telling this kind of stories as in the end he was the one that was most frightened, but this time he couldn't help it. "...and it happens every first whole moon", he continued.
             All four friends raised their eyes in an astonishing synchronization and looked at the sky. The dark abyss was decorated with twinkling stars and a huge luminous circle, the moon. It was the first whole moon of the year. An eerie silence fell as none of the children dared to open his mouth or even move from his place.
             Marcus, the bravest of the boys was the first one who found the courage to talk. "Oh come on guys! I admit that..."
             But before managing to finish his sentence a lurid cry reached their ears and then a wailing of cats. Now fear could be seen evidently on the children's faces. Steps were heard, something that made the children without a second thought, to find shelter in the cave. A bloodcurdling breeze brushed their skin while wondering if they'd been in the
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