No more boxes for me.

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This is one I made up called The Werewolf's Secret.
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The little Italian village named Segreto on the island of Sicily. The villagers were almost oblivious to the other villages and towns, shunning their idea of inustrialization. Farming was the only way of life, the village preacher would say every Sunday, saying it was the natural way. No machines could take that away.
The villagers didn't want technology anyway even without the preacher's teachings. They were all happy with this acceptance. Until one day a strange woman by the name of Maria came to visit.
She was almost normal. But not quite. For one, her skin was not olive like the Italians but pale and it was only dotted with small freckles on her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose. Her face was surrounded by a veil of long black hair that sheilded one of her eyes. But it was not her weird walk or unusually hairy arms and legs that set an odd feeling into the villagers minds. It was her company.
Three wolf-like dogs followed Maria wherever she went. They were like cats that had been fed once and needed more. The villagers were clearly upset by the animals that resembled the killers of their livestock and destroyer of their crops but Maria was nice enough. She would never talk about where she came from but many suspected Northern Europe. Maria was also young. She could not be more then 18 and instantly every young farmer who was able to walk was following Maria at a safe distance.
But one farmer's son, Diego, decided he would be the one to ask for Maria's hand in marriage. He would be braver then the cowards who hid behind her. So on a cold Christmas Eve, the fiftieth day Maria had been in the village, Diego walked up to the inn she was staying in and walked in.
The inn was cold and drafty, even more so then outside. Diego walked in and as he did so pulled his coat tighter around him. He went up to the bar in the corner and sat down at a stool. "Which room can I find Maria in?" Diego asked, his voice calm and steady. The bartender looked up and glared hard at Diego. "We've been asked that a lot. All fromy ougn farmers who want some money. No one walks around in fancy clothes t\like that normally. People thinks she rich. but you look different. Room 14."
Diego thanked the man and went up the short staircase upstairs where the double-digit rooms were. He wlaked down the logn hallway and Diego seemed colder then he ever had in his life.
But he mastered his fears saying this was for love an finally found room 14 at the end. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door three times. Diego waited for a long time with no answer. He frowned knowing Maria had not left so she could be answering the door like a normal person. He knocked again and looked through the peephole as he did. The sight made him reel back in horror.
The room was a wreck and papers were all over the floor along with a shredded couch and several of Maria's ice dresses.
The curtains were on the floor and in a tangled mess under them lay Maria's body. Blood came from a gash in her throat and her legs were bleeding profusely. Hair had been ripped out of her head and her eyes were closed.
Then Diego saw the wolves Maria kept as pets. One was sitting near her, blood dripping from it's mouth like slobber from a hound dog. The other one was in a painful state, lying on the ground writhering back on forth on it's back, like a man being tortured.
The third was no where to be seen. We tried to peek further into the room but was stopped by a chilling feeling.
It made Diego's spine curl and he turned facing down the long hallway with a feelign someone was watching him. Someone was. A lone man with black eyes and a long coat stood in the center of the hallway, his hat down and covering is forehead. Diego tried to act calm but was scared. These wolves. They couldn't be. But the legends. So similiar . . .
In that time Diego thought the man lunged and his coat feel off revealing hairy arms and scratches. Diego was thrown to the ground as the man pounced on him in his true form. The werewolf.
Diego felt a terrible pain as his neck was snapped and he had onlyseconds to live before the blood drained out. He had no chance. Like Maria.Poor Maria. Betrayed by her pets. The werewolves.
Diego closed his eyes and could only process the werewolf's Italian words before heis eyes blacke dout.
"We are the Hounds of the Devil."