Pumkiniah ran down the dark winding staircase toward the huge vault-like door, and without so much as a blink of an eye, she slid the giant bolt back across the door and swung it wide open. The creature did not move. He seemed to be sleeping. Pumki reached up and unhooked the large metal key and slid along the wall toward the dark crouching shadow. Holding her breath, she could feel her heart beating so fast as if it were exposed to the room. When she reached the back wall, she knelt down and slid slowly but purposefully toward the padlock that was attached to the chain that was attached to the werewolf. She slid the key in the lock, and the monster stirred. All of a sudden, with hands shaking and key turning, she noticed two blood-red eyes staring up at her, and the shadow stretched to its feet and moved slowly toward her. This is it, she thought, shaking. I'm as dead as a doornail. Gripped by intense terror, she froze on the spot, eyes closed, waiting for the first swipe, the first...

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