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Beware the luna curse in the full moon’s light. Take heed: the cursed werewolf’s howl rises when the final din of midnight strikes and all around are dead with fright.
Ethel Edmondson slept in her cozy bed filled with wool blankets, a neon pink duvet, and crocheted sky-blue Afghan blanket. Her snores reverberated the mattress. The nightstand windup clock ticked out the rhythm of the early winter morning. Then a strange guttural growl from outside interrupted the stillness—followed by a hissing and low toned cat howl. The growl became a deafening roar. A high-pitched screech gurgled out. Then a sharp silence again.
Soon after the nightstand shook along with along with a clock alarm, clanging out. Its hand vibrated as they pointed to 5am sharp....
