The humming and dronning of insects in the nearby bush invading my head as it has woke me up from the weary night. It took us for more than eight hours to get here, in Georgepool, 1000 km away from North Townsville, where you could stimulatingly discover many dark secrets of the town that somebody holds or avoids to talk about. With a population of around 2000 people, there are lots of rumors about this place, such as the screaming of children being tortured, the savage purge under the satanic communion which killed a hundred of innocent victims, a female ghost in white or even the phantom of the werewolf that had been hunted a thousand years ago in a legend... Most of the stories we heard from the residence of this town, and the place they have mentioned the most is this fallow, where many people have witnessed some paranormal phenomenons around this site.

I look through the chink of the tent, the sun hasn't risen yet. Moonlight almost fades away as the whole scene is in obscure dark, except the shadows of leaves which are reflected by the remnant of lights. Outside, the scene still rests in silence as the starry black sky sweeps over it. A wet thick fog surrounds the area like the boundless dark curtain covering eyesights which makes everything seem hard to observe. I seize my phone and check the time, it's only 4 a.m in the morning. Veronica and Alisha are still immersing in a deep sleep despite the acute noise of hard-shelled and soft-sided creatures. Just me, awake and staring at the ridge of the tent. I begin to recall myself to the past. It has been a year since our first met. When we were still freshmen in high school, people considered us freaks for things we did. We love taking risks as well as adventuring, that one of the member in the group was losing his life when he admitted to the suggestion for playing with an ouija board from a friend. I still remember the last moments of Anthony's life, he leaned on my arm and muttered the last words ''Please keep going with everything, don't lose interest on what you are doing...''. Anthony slipped away without finishing his words, let alone fulfilling his dreams. By the leap from Anthony's death, we decided to pursue his dream of discovering one of the scariest place on earth, and on behalf of himself, and this is the reason why we are here.

"Oh, you're already awake, Cindy.'', said Veronica, scrubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She let out a drowsy yawn while stretching out her four limbs, then sit up.

"Good morning, Veronica!'', I responded and contemplated, ''Hmm... Don't you think all the rumors about this site are just pranks of somebody on those people here? As you can see, nothing actually happened since we have been here, except the magnificent prospect of the galaxy we saw last night.''

Veronica doesn't answer my question so I don't say anything then. As usual, she reached to the left of the tent to grasp her phone and unlock it. Putting on headphones, Veronica starts to drone out a song despite the loud rumble of the train coming. When it's up to the chorus as known as her favorite part, Veronica suddenly standing up and her body flowing in a dance as if liquid adrenaline is being injected into her bloodstream.

''Come on guys, stand up and dance with me. Exercise is really good for your health, especially in the morning. It will boost energy as well as bring up your entire mood'', Veronica exclaimed enthusiastically while gliding from place to place in the tent. She spreads one of her arm to offer me to a dance ''Come on Cindy", and the other hand holds up Alisha arm as if it's the only way to wake her up from a deep sleep. In a moment, the three of us are shrinking in the dazzling movement but finally ended up resting on the floor and laughing like maniacs.

The animated sound of music suddenly stops playing as the wind starts wailing with monstrous sounds. The coldness rouses in the tent, like an alertness of the appearance of something hideous. I glance at the side of the tent, a large hairy shadow imprinted on the tent under the vague light of the moon. It has long mouth and prick ears of a dog, but standing in two legs like human. It's clutches are as sharp as razors stroking on the surface of the tent. The rustling of grass touching the hairy abnormality plus its eerie growling gives us goosebump. As the other two girls have already recognised the appalling creature outside that the atmosphere turns out to be in fearful silence, just the palpitation of arteries in our body.

"Did you see that?'', Alisha whispered, her face already became livid as the fear is invading her mind. ''What the hell is that beast?''

"I don't know'', Veronica mumbling in fear, she tightly holds our hands while the other hand is searching for her phone. ''I will call the boys in the nearby tent''.

I'm trying to compose myself while Veronica ringing the number. At this moment, my pulse beats so quick that my hands can't stop shaking and my sanity is almost losing.

''There is no signal here...'', Veronica muttered in panic, she moves nearer to Alisha as the way the rabbit seeking for shelter, her teeth are chattering. ''Are we gonna die? It's gonna get into here and tear all of us apart...''

''Shut up and stay calm. I'm trying to figure it out'', I said grimly because Veronica is saying the same thing again and again. Without any clear perception, I grope for the locket around my neck and rolled it between my fingers. Anthony had given me that locket, with our picture and the piece of silver inside, before he died. I remember I have read somewhere that silver could be used to kill a werewolf ,so I take the piece of silver out of the locket, then hastily find a needle and sting it into my index finger. Red blood starts gushing between my finger and ooze under my hand as I tremble a little bit. I drip down three drops of my blood on the piece of silver then toss it in the red liquid. With all of guts that I have, I hurriedly unzip the tent and throw into that hairy monster then close the tent and immediately huddle into the hut. Veronica and Alisha are totally losing their words, yet attentively watching me.

Outside, the painful roar of the monster echos the entire area that the wind once again rising up and whistling. Several tumultuous sounds of animals pop up and mingle with the screaming of the only werewolf. We are holding each other's hands and trembling regardless of the demonic sounds outside. The shadow of it imprinted on the tent slowly dissolves into the air without leaving any clue. The wind stops blowing outside and the scene returns to its stillness. We suspensefully open and step out of the tent. From far away, the yellow ball of fire promptly changes the hues of black, then almost tangerine. It merged with the sky, like juice-mix dissolving in a glass of water.

The new day is coming.