The tranquil night was shattered by the screams. The guests awoke to darkness, a clue that the electricity to the resort was cut.
Flashlights came on, emergency vehicles crowded the streets. The search was on. A hint of terror could kill the tourist trade.
I slunk between darkened buildings, staying out of the light. If I could make it to morning, it would be fine. At least for me.
I knew what they’d find. I knew the horror of the mutilated bodies. But I couldn’t shed a tear. Not until the full moon set and I was back to normal.
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