The Howl
One day a boy was running down the street with a lamp in hand. Wolves howled as the back door was out of the boys reach. He grabbed the handle but it would not budge, and the wolves howls got louder. The door opened just enough for the tinny boy to slip through the crack. As he locked the door he heard hard scratches against the window. He looked back to see his grandpa Marlin asleep on the old green lazy boy. The boy shakes his head as he slowly walks along the creaky floors into his room. He sets the lamp on a small desk and stares down at the floor. "Why me?" he asked himself, "Why did it have to be Matt Nickerson..."
