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The following is a piece of writing submitted by Artemis81 on December 31, 2010
"14 year old Gillian Weston finds her parents dead one evening in the backyard. She is bitten by an unknown animal and is sent to a group therapy camp on the coast of Maine. What she doesn't realize, this group goes through some changes by the light of a full moon...

{Please read and review!!}"

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PROLOGUE: WESTON RESIDENCE. 6: 40 PM

"Mom? Why can't I head over to Jennifer's house? She's having a slumber party! She invited me!" whined 14 year old Gillian Weston as she leaned against the formica island in the center of the kitchen. She rested her elbows on top of the island and propped her chin up with both hands. Her large green eyes were locked on her mother, who was at the stove, stirring a pot of marinara sauce for their dinner shortly. Her mother was dressed in a pair of gray slacks and a white blouse. Her long chocolate brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and fastened with a rubber band. She had a white apron tied around her waist. Gillian was a carbon copy of her mother. Same rounded face, bright eyes, and soft full lips. Her complexion was olive, while her mother's was a cream color. Her mother sighed and wiped her hands on a dish towel nearby.

"Gillian, I told you earlier. Your father and I are going out tonight for our anniversary. You need to keep an eye on your little brother. We won't be long. We're going to eat dinner then head out. You need to baby sit," her mother said softly, but her tone held annoyance and authority. Gillian rolled her eyes and huffed before turning and storming up stairs to her room. She flopped down on the bed face down. It was so unfair. Why did she get stuck keeping an eye on her stupid little brother? Why couldn't they find a baby sitter?

Gillian sobbed into the comforter, and ended up dozing off a short time later.

She awoke some time later and glanced at her clock . The time was 10 PM. She quickly wiped her eyes and headed down stairs. The house was unusually quiet. She checked her baby brothers room. The room was dark, except for the full moon light that poured in through the blinds, falling on the crib. She saw her brother's sleeping form and quietly closed the door. She crept down stairs.

"Mom? Are you back?" she called. Silence answered her. She reached the landing and took a few steps into the kitchen when her foot slid in something, causing her to fall backwards and land on her backside. She sat for a moment stunned, before slowly getting back up on her feet. The liquid was all over the backside of her jeans and on her hands. She headed into the kitchen. The lights were off all over the house. She found the light switch in the kitchen and flicked it on, but nothing happened.

"Mom? Dad?" She called as she began rumaging through the drawers looking for the flashlight. Once she found it she turned it on. A round beam of light hit the wall. She moved it onto the area where she had slipped and felt her stomach drop and her heart began hammering in her chest. There was a large pool of red liquid at the base of the stairs. With a shaking hand, she moved the flashlight beam along the trail, following the stream of blood. It led to the large sliding door that led outside. The glass was broken and scattered inside on the tiled kitchen floor.

She followed it, trembling badly. She stepped outside into the cool night air. There was a faint mist that snaked around the perimeter of the house. The backyard was silent as well, not even the crickets were humming. The blood trail let out into the backyard and stopped at the base of the tree line that surrounded her house. There was a large forest that hugged her house. She took slow steps toward it, her heart thudding in her throat. She reached the tree line and pushed aside a few shrubs. She screamed when she saw her father, dead. His throat had been torn and there were several long deep lacerations across his chest, four exactly. She stumbled back and fell over something. She scooted back onto her rear and she found her mothers' body, the same way. Gillian screamed again and went to get up when she heard a snarl coming from the tree line, and there was a pair of jaundice colored eyes that glowed. She felt a pair of teeth clamp down on her shoulder and warm blood began flowing. She screamed again. The air smelled of an unwashed dog and blood mixed. After a few minutes, whatever had bitten her released her. Frantically she scrambled to her feet, dropping the flashlight in the interum and fled back into the house. She grabbed the phone and called 911. Her shoulder throbbed painfully as she felt the cloth sticking to her skin. A bit of blood had gotten onto the phone reciever as she relayed to the 911 operator what happened. She kept her eyes locked on the broken sliding door. Once she was done she heard a howl rising up from behind her house.

Gillian fled upstairs and ran into her brothers room, slamming the door behind her. She rushed to his crib and peered in. She felt her stomach lurching. Her baby brother was dead, the same way her parents were. She heard heavy thuds coming up the stairs, like a big dog walking up. She crawled under the crib into a ball and peered out from beneath it. There were several heavy bangs against the door, but the solid oak door stood firm. She heard a snarl on the other side of it. After a few moments, there was silence. From the pain in her shoulder, darkness began creeping into her perephrial vision. Just before she passed out, she heard a second howl coming from somewhere outside.

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