There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

 ~George Carlin

I found a place that I like to hide.  It’s a lonely place, but they don’t go there.  It’s beyond the riverbed, underneath a high cliff and behind a waterfall.  It’s difficult for them to maneuver the sharp ledges and turns.  But I’m more limber than they are.  And I have hands where they only have paws.

My name is Alice.  I am the last living human in this region.  I know there are other humans still alive out there, but they are miles away and I’d have to go through their territory to get there.  I’m not willing to do that.

I can survive here for years.  There is plenty of food and water supply.  I should be able to outlive them.  They are carnivores.  Eventually they will consume their entire food supply and either die off or move on to more rich territory.  I wonder why they haven’t left already.  Perhaps they were waiting for me.  I won’t give them that chance.

It was about a month ago when it all started.  I’m not really certain as to the time because I seem to have lost count of the days.  It started off with one or two deaths here and there, but then the numbers started increasing.  Entire families were eaten alive in the night, until eventually everyone was gone.  There was talk of werewolves, but I know better.  They were simply wolves gone mad with hunger.  But this was madness like no other.

I have never heard of so many wolf packs attacking humans at this rate.  It was astounding.  It was disgusting.  I had to burn my entire village to the ground because the smell of the dead carcasses was attracting other animals.  The wolves had circled the town that night.  They were waiting for me to emerge so they could eat me as well.

Tonight is the Hunter’s moon.  It will give them more light to hunt by.  I’m going to stay in the cave and not give them the chance.  We were supposed to be celebrating Halloween tonight.  My family and friends were supposed to be having parties and getting dressed up and eating candy.  Now they are all ash and the wolves are to blame for it.

Any minute now the howling will start.  I wish I had a way to block out the sound.  It makes my stomach turn to hear it.  That’s odd.  Why hasn’t it started yet?  They are never this completely silent.  I’m going to go take a peak.

The wolves are vanishing one by one.  Next to each of them is what looks like the ghost of a human.  Are they doing that?  It looks like the moon is weeping.



Inspired by:  31 Days of Halloween Contest


I am a 43-year-old, single mom of 19-year-old boy/girl twins living in an extremely small town in rural Texas. Currently, I am employed as a Site Supervisor for a prominent corporation that provides security officers for homes and businesses.

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