This all began last Thursday. Evelyn had a small office nestled high in the old tower. Every night after supper, she would climb the stairs, sit at a little wooden chair, and with a glass of wine continue her work. She had just dipped her pen in the inkwell when she heard a chilling howl from outside. Not paying it any mind, she tapped the nib on the edge of the inkwell and pressed it to the paper. The howl came again, louder. She looked back, only one of their dogs had ever bothered to howl and it was laying on a rug fast asleep. Again she put pen to paper when the howl returned, echoing through the staircase. She dropped the pen, ink splattering across the paper, and ran down the stairs.
A Wolf in The Garden
A Wolf in The Garden
A Wolf in The Garden
This all began last Thursday. Evelyn had a small office nestled high in the old tower. Every night after supper, she would climb the stairs, sit at a little wooden chair, and with a glass of wine continue her work. She had just dipped her pen in the inkwell when she heard a chilling howl from outside. Not paying it any mind, she tapped the nib on the edge of the inkwell and pressed it to the paper. The howl came again, louder. She looked back, only one of their dogs had ever bothered to howl and it was laying on a rug fast asleep. Again she put pen to paper when the howl returned, echoing through the staircase. She dropped the pen, ink splattering across the paper, and ran down the stairs.