• Once upon a time in London when horses roamed the roads instead of cars and the only
    light used was that of the sun by day and candle by night, there lived a content young man named Anthony. Anthony was twenty-three and lived with his wife of angelic beauty, Elizabeth. He and Elizabeth had three children; Fawn, Charlotte, and Isaiah. Fawn was the youngest of the three. She was five and babied, had red hair, green eyes, freckles and sweet natured. She loved to roam the woods collecting flowers. Charlotte, was seven and had long blonde ringlets, with Caribbean blue eyes; she enjoyed feeding the deer that happened to wander into her backyard. The eldest, Isaiah, who was twelve years old had long, wavy blonde hair that fell in front of his blue eyes and just above his shoulders, enjoyed playing with his little sisters. The children looked like their parents, or at least resembled them in the color of their crystal eyes. Anthony was five-foot eleven, slender, deathly pale and had blonde hair slicked back and blue eyes. Elizabeth had long red hair that cascaded down to her hips, and had emerald eyes that Anthony couldn’t help but always stare into. Anthony also had his golden retriever named Joy who has been his best friend since he was ten.
    Anthony lived with his family on a peaceful, humble farm beside some woods. He spent his
    days whistling while merrily farming the land with his son Isaiah. Once the work is done, he spends the rest of the afternoon horse playing with Joy. Preceding this, he has dinner with his family and then lovingly tucks the children into bed. Once the children are asleep and he and Elizabeth are all alone they sit atop the roof of their house, gaze into the stars and speak of whatever their hearts desired (although it’s very little they speak because they’re too busy being caught in the bliss of being in each other’s arms). If there were little work to do in the morning they’d sometimes even sleep on the rooftop under the moonlight.
    This life of Anthony’s seemed too perfect to be true, doesn’t it? All changed when one
    morning Joy found interest in a baby bear and curiously followed it mindlessly not watching where she was going. Eventually, she ended up in the woods and was never heard from again. Being so close to Joy, Anthony almost immediately noticed her absence and didn’t waste a moment to search for her. He succeeded in his find but not quite, for her body was found but her soul remained lost to the Reaper. The poor curious creature had suffered the horrible fate of curiosity; he followed the cub too long and eventually ran into its over-protective mother.
    With Anthony’s Joy gone he could never be the same again. The once hard worker became
    apathetic and didn’t care whether his family starved or not. The job of the provider passed on to little Isaiah. The once loving father neglected his wife and children, and no longer sat atop the roof with his wife under the stars. Instead, he spent his nights at the bar drinking until his liver cried for mercy. After quite some time Elizabeth decided it is up to her to help Anthony, so she invited a psychologist to her home one night to provide some diagnostics. As they conversed, Anthony stumbled into the doorway intoxicated, just as he did every night. But tonight, he found Elizabeth with a man he didn’t know and immediately became jealous. Elizabeth explained to Anthony that the man is a psychologist who wants to help him.
    “I do not have problems, you vile creature!” he said to his wife, “Since I have no problems
    there is no need for a psychologist, which means you did not invite this man to help me. You brought him to give you sexual pleasure for I give you none, is that what it is?”
    “No, not at all, my love! I could never do that to you. I only brought him to help you because I care for you and can’t stop worrying about you.”
    “No, my darling little Elizabeth it is you who you should worry about!” Anthony said as he lurked closer to her with a terrifying grin, “You she-wolf! You hunt men as a wolf hunts animals! You lost interest in me and have hunted another prey to satisfy your hunger for lust! WELL DAMN YOU TO HELL!” he said as he strangled her to death.
    To make sure nobody found out about his crime he eliminated the witnesses one by one.
    First he slammed the door on the psychologist’s head. Then he begins with the children to make sure they won’t say anything. To start, he poisoned Charlotte with foxglove. Then he drowned poor innocent Fawn in the bath. Isaiah being the oldest noticed something peculiar in the disappearance of his sisters and realized Anthony murdered them one by one and he was next. Isaiah angered by the murder of his sisters decided justice must be served; he quietly fled to the door to set the authorities on his father for the heinous crime. Isaiah arrived at the doorknob and reached for it when suddenly a pair of cold, clammy hands clasped over his mouth and nose. Isaiah struggled for breath until suddenly everything went black. Anthony stood catching his breath after causing his son to go unconscious. Out of his wrath, he broke Isaiah’s arms and legs and threw him into the fireplace. Once Isaiah regained consciousness he screamed from the excruciating pain of the fire. He tried to escape but found he couldn’t move his arms or legs. All he could do was lie in the agonizing pain of the fire and failing his sisters. In a few moments he joined Fawn and Charlotte; together they watched their father get rid of Isaiah’s ashes and their bodies. After the evidence was destroyed, Anthony went back to his cozy bed.
    Many days passed and he noticed some wolves taking his sheep, so Anthony decided to
    catch the wolves once and for all. He took his youngest sheep and tied it to a tree and waited for the wolves to take the bait. Four wolves came; a mother with three pups. Oddly, they didn’t act like wild animals; in fact the expressions of sorrow on their faces looked human.
    The mother first looked at Anthony with such love, almost as if she’d known him to be
    someone dear to her. Then, all of a sudden, she filled with anger as if remembering he had wronged her in a past life when she was a human named Elizabeth and her pups were children by the names of Fawn, Charlotte, and Isaiah. She and the pups charged at him as he shot vigorously. The bullets had no effect and passed right through them due to the fact they were ghosts. Anthony entered a state of fear for he knew his fate of doom because he knew there was no way he could defeat them. The mother pounced on him and threw him to the floor on his back. Anthony stared fearfully into the beautiful emerald eyes of the wolf on top of him. Suddenly he turned paler when he found they looked familiar.
    “Elizabeth, is that you my dear?”
    The wolf wagged her tail in reply.
    “Oh, my beautiful Elizabeth, I’m so happy to see you!”
    The wolf rolled her eyes.
    “I’m sorry! Have mercy on me, I love you…”
    The wolf sneered and mauled with hatred at the face she once caressed with love. His
    screams of agony cued Isaiah to join his mother. He tore at the arms that once held and comforted him. After a while Isaiah realized his sisters weren’t involved in the fight for revenge. He stopped his savagery to glare at them to join in the destruction of their murderer. Fawn and Charlotte stood their ground; they couldn’t harm their father, they still loved him regardless of his atrocities. Anthony reached for his gun to shoot the two girls in an attempt to distract the two wolves tearing at his flesh in order to escape. In his state of hysteria he was so desperate to save his own life that he forgot these wolves were of the supernatural. It didn’t matter to him, it still made him feel better to continue to fight for his life rather than to remain still and accept death. It didn’t matter how much he shot, in the end his family mauled him to death and took their sweet revenge. Like Joy, he was never heard from again.