Small Town Blah Blah Blah

At sunrise, you use the rearview mirror to fix yourself up a little, then drive away never to see the girl again, since there is no way a werewolf bite on her ankle would be an example of foreshadowing in a story such as this. You drive until you reach a sleepy small town in the middle of nowhere, and you register a room at a flophouse. All is well till next morning, when you pick up a paper and are shocked by the headline.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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