The moonlight shone on Wolfhook’s face like… a spooky light that cast really spooky shadows across his face. He was prowling his way through the backyard of Jason Hawkins humble suburbia home. As he approached the back door, he saw a reflection in the glass. It surprised him at first, but he soon realized the reflection was his own; how long it had been sine he last gazed upon that troubled face. Wolfhook traced the outline of what would appear to most people as a large toddler on the glass, then removed the section, and entered the house. He snuck stealthily around the house until he came upon a bedroom. Jason just happened to be inside sleeping peacefully, until a creak in the floor startled him awake.

Jason blinked away the sleepiness and peered across the room where strange shadows danced across the carpet beneath his door. Then in the dim light of the full moon streaming through his window, he watched the door know turn slowly and the door open just a crack. Light reflected off Wolfhook’s eyeball giving off a shiny glint of insanity. How coincidental that at that moment, a big cloud passed over the moon, so it got all dark, and Jason couldn’t see well enough to identify the shape entering the room. Jason regretted passing up the opportunity to grab a bag of carrots on his way through the lunch line every wretched day of his childhood. He studied the slow moving shadow move across his room until it was right next to him. He could smell a sweet fragrance coming from it. Wait a minute; he knew that smell from somewhere. Then he remembered…

“Grandma!” Jason exclaimed out loud. “Gosh, am I glad it’s you, I was sure sc…” ‘Sc’ would be the last word Jason ever uttered, because just then Wolfhook slashed his teddy with a cold steel hook. Wolfhook leapt out the open window, leaving another hook-swipe in the billowing curtains into the blackness of the night and ran away giggling like a schoolgirl. Wolfhook had struck once again.