.:Fangs and Fur:.
Don't go out in the dark alone.
Prologue
Faint whistling could be heard through the still night. The local fisherman, Bob Jenkins, was on his way down to the little harbour where he moored his boat. He passed the trees and they seemed to whisper to each other, sending shivers down his spine. He gulped and told himself "Don't be so stupid. Ain't nothin' there but the trees." But little did he know, there was something there. A shadow flashed quickly between two trees, and Bob turned to face the trees, ending his whistling. "Hello?" he called apprehensively. The shadow darted forwards...and that was the last anyone ever heard of Bob Jenkins.
