My first attempt to write a horror story... xD. I hope you guys get scared... This first part isn't that bad. I'm serious this time; this will be a short story. 3 Parts Total. Enough talk, lets start reading Mason felt as if the whole world came down. He was a eleven year old boy, full of happiness and joy. However, today was different. The first thing in the morning: funeral. No breakfast, no Legos, no play. Mason’s grandfather passed away several weeks ago. His mother was crying. He felt like crying too, yet Mason didn’t really know him. Jenny wasn’t crying either. She was Mason’s sister, only a 6 year old girl. “Mason, where’s grand-pop?”“Jenny, he’s” Mason stuttered. He couldn’t reveal death to a six year old child. “ in a deep sleep.” ...That evening, his grandfather was placed in a mausoleum, a few kilometers away from his house in Kansas. He wanted to clear his thoughts. Mason went home and started playing fetch with his dog, Sparky. In that very hour, a huge thunderstorm formed over Mason’s house and farms. Mason wasn’t paying attention. A lightning bolt cracked down in the distance and startled Sparky. The poor dog started running toward the deep forest. “Sparky! Wait! Hold Up!” Mason ran inside and told mother. She shook her head.“Mason, we can’t look for him now. There’s a huge storm outside. The woods are dangerous. Go to bed, honey. We can look for him in the morning."...9pm. Mason couldn’t stop thinking about Sparky. He carefully slid open his window and slid into his family’s wheat farms. Mason called his name several times, carelessly walking into the dark forest. All was quiet, but the storm was causing lots of noise. Rain kept falling on Mason's innocent face. He walked in unknown directions, trying to find any sign of his dog. Bushes rumbled. Every second, the storm created more noise, more power, and more light flashes. Mason felt like he was walking into a trap. Then, he heard a bark. Mason turned his head, in every direction. Then, a loud yelp from the mausoleum. Mason rushed inside and saw it. Blood was spilled everywhere. Leaves scattered, branches tangled, bones crushed. The casket was open.. The floor creaked. Every step, every lightning bolt. Mason wanted to examine the casket. 5ft away... It looked like the bones were watching Mason from underneath. 4ft.... 3ft.... 2ft... 1... A loud high pitched scream broke the silence behind Mason. He stumbled into the wall. Mason saw his innocent dog transform into a creature unknown to man. Those innocent eyes of Sparky turned into violent eyes of a lion. Sparky's body twitched on the floor. More blood spilled from his mouth and eyes. A werewolf. Mason stood there in awe. Blood covered his shoes. The werewolf barked at Mason and ran out of the room. Mason saw it. The werewolf was running toward his house. 2 Creatures were out there. His grandfather's body and Sparky, now a dangerous werewolf. He had to warn his family. Mason ran, huffing and puffing..