The storm was loud and rumbling rain coming down very fast and hard when I stumbled upon an old house in the woods. I was looking for shelter from the storm when I saw a light flickering in the distance. As I approached the house, I noticed a fifty-year-old turntable inside of the house sitting directly in the window spinning an obscure vinyl album. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I tried the handle, and the door creaked open.
The house was dark and musty, and I couldn't see anything beyond the light of the turntable. I decided to explore and found a room with a collection of old coins and bills and a bunch of old records and files that seemed to be there from years ago like it was abandoned. I noticed a 2$ bill on the table and picked it up. It was a very old and dirty 2$ bill as I was checking out all the cool features of the 2$ bill since I had never seen one before and that's when I heard a howl in the distance.
Suddenly, I realized that I was not alone in the house. I heard footsteps approaching, and I hid under the table. The footsteps grew closer, and I could see a shadowy figure in the dim light. It was a werewolf, and it was hungry. What I failed to notice while entering the room was it already belonged to someone who was really strict about the way things stayed placed in the room. The werewolf was its home and I came in and disturbed it.
I held my breath and waited for the werewolf to leave, but it was too late. The werewolf had caught my scent and was now haunting me. The werewolf hated noises and upon entering the house and the room I made two mistakes by rearranging this werewolf home and making an incredible amount of noise. The werewolf was furious and chased me around the house. I ran through the house, looking for a way out but the doors were all locked.
I found myself back in the room with the turntable and the 2$ bill. The werewolf was closing in, and I had nowhere to go. Suddenly, I had an idea. I grabbed the 2$ bill and threw it at the turntable, causing it to skip and scratch the record.
The werewolf let out a howl of pain as the music distorted and the sound filled the room. It was enough to distract the werewolf and give me a chance to escape. I ran out of the house and into the woods, never looking back.
The storm was loud and rumbling rain coming down very fast and hard when I stumbled upon an old house in the woods. I was looking for shelter from the storm when I saw a light flickering in the distance. As I approached the house, I noticed a fifty-year-old turntable inside of the house sitting directly in the window spinning an obscure vinyl album. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I tried the handle, and the door creaked open.
The house was dark and musty, and I couldn't see anything beyond the light of the turntable. I decided to explore and found a room with a collection of old coins and bills and a bunch of old records and files that seemed to be there from years ago like it was abandoned. I noticed a 2$ bill on the table and picked it up. It was a very old and dirty 2$ bill as I was checking out all the cool features of the 2$ bill since I had never seen one before and that's when I heard a howl in the distance.
Suddenly, I realized that I was not alone in the house. I heard footsteps approaching, and I hid under the table. The footsteps grew closer, and I could see a shadowy figure in the dim light. It was a werewolf, and it was hungry. What I failed to notice while entering the room was it already belonged to someone who was really strict about the way things stayed placed in the room. The werewolf was its home and I came in and disturbed it.
I held my breath and waited for the werewolf to leave, but it was too late. The werewolf had caught my scent and was now haunting me. The werewolf hated noises and upon entering the house and the room I made two mistakes by rearranging this werewolf home and making an incredible amount of noise. The werewolf was furious and chased me around the house. I ran through the house, looking for a way out but the doors were all locked.
I found myself back in the room with the turntable and the 2$ bill. The werewolf was closing in, and I had nowhere to go. Suddenly, I had an idea. I grabbed the 2$ bill and threw it at the turntable, causing it to skip and scratch the record.
The werewolf let out a howl of pain as the music distorted and the sound filled the room. It was enough to distract the werewolf and give me a chance to escape. I ran out of the house and into the woods, never looking back.