Anna-lynn loved running through the dark streets after work. She had just pulled a 12 hour shift at the ER making her extra tired, but she still decided to go on her run unknowing of the shadowy figure following her. The streets were still and quiet; the only sounds were her light footsteps and heavy breathing, but it no longer scared her for she was used to the quiet. What unnerved her was the feeling of eyes watching her. It was near midnight. Who would be out at such a time? Her jog soon became a run as her mind flooded with worst scenarios when suddenly CRASH! The sound of metal hitting stone and asphalt echoed in the dim streets behind her which made her jump with a gasp. She started running faster and faster, her legs hurting, lungs burning, chest aching with every beat of her pounding heart. She got to the door of her small suburban home, fumbling with her keys hearing clawed steps behind her. Her trembling hands lost grip on the keys, making them hit the ground with a jingle as the steps grew closer and closer. She turned letting out a scream before looking down at a scared looking black cat at her feet. Putting her hand to her chest feeling the rapid motion of her thumping heart against her chest, Anna released a breathless laugh at her paranoid behavior grabbing her keys off the ground. She unlocked the door walking inside right as the antique grandfather clock in the living room struck midnight. Turning to the sound, her eyes found the seven foot tall figure cloaked in shadows with long fangs and a wolf's head. Before she had a chance to scream, it struck. The sound of claws ripping through bone and flesh was the last sounds before the streets grew quiet and still once more.