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Legend Of The Growels - Still in Process - By Anna R. Davenport

This place in which I lived in was as desolate as the desert not only was it bleak, bare and shabby; this house looked old and if my parents and I hadn’t lived there it would have seemed abandoned. This place we called home was possibly the most depressing place I’ve ever laid my eyes on. My Parents Linda and Hennery Sanders were very poor, that left us empty handed, we had nothing to give or offer to anyone, we had to struggle in order to survive; meaning we had to work hard in order to even put food on our table. So I felt that I had no where to go and no one to turn to, or so I thought. After all there was this mysterious looking place, not so far from where I lived; where rumors spread that sound so fictional you wouldn’t have thought these stories to be true. Although little did I know at that time how not so far fetched these stories really were, of what appeared to be an old lady who lived that mysteriously, dark, haunting looking mansion that seemed so grim from the mere look of it; that it would send icy cold chills down my spine just to look at the place from afar. The story was told that the old lady was not an evil old lady. My friends Brittany, Elisabeth and Tiffany or as I would call them; Britt, Lisa, & Tiff & they would call me Ash for Ashley. Ok I’m off subject, so as I was saying, or I should say as my friends were telling me; that the old lady wasn’t really evil. In fact she was willing to invite any dear soul that be brave enough to step foot  near her haunted looking place, in order to help anyone in need of a place to stay. The hardest part in the story for me to comprehend was when my friends babbled on about how the old lady on the other hand was not what she appeared to be that some how she could transform herself into what they called a growel. This is where I got really lost in their story and had to interrupt my friends in their conversations, then I asked them what the hell a growel was? So Britt & Tiff went on to explain how a growel was known to have the face of a hyena and the body of a werewolf, except it was eight to ten feet tall and looked very muscular and statuesque as well; and that they normally stand and stay on there own two feet. The most surprising to hear about these growels is that they would usually use their new formation after being turned into a growel to help man kind in any kinds of danger, like a fire. They would jump into burning buildings through windows, or whatever entry way was closest to the ones trapped in the burning house or building. The growels would help the Fire Fighters actually rescue people. I had to make sure I was hearing this right, so I asked “so you mean to tell me, that there are actual creatures that can walk and run on their own two feet; but they look like ferocious giant animals & they aren’t even vicious killers?” Tiffany corrected me and said “not actually, there are some very evil and ferocious growels out there; but those growels have been turned by Edwin as far as I’ve heard at least.” She went on to explain how the old lady’s Growel group was also known as the Guardians Of the Innocent or G.O.I., that their duty was to protect anyone who was unable to protect themselves from Edwin’s Cult, who would kill any unfortunate soul that would happen to bump into the E.G.A. Cult; also known as Edwin’s Growel Association Cult. My friends called his group of growels a cult because of their cruel way of killing innocents lives, that and the fact that they thought of themselves as  being more superior than anyone else. I had to then stop my friends babble altogether, because these stories were really starting to creep me out. It wasn’t until then that Britt & Tiff started to burst out laughing, and told me right after their hysteria of laughter that they had just been messing with me the while time. I was so upset that I was sure that my entire face looked red because I was actually gullible enough to believe their “ghost story,” man I really felt like a moron right then and there. However Lisa didn’t look so well either and she wasn’t Laughing at all either, then again it was just Britt and Tiff who really told the story so maybe Lisa thought it sounded like the story seemed real as well; she did seem almost too pale as if she were sick or something. That was when I asked her, “Lisa are you OK?” “I’m Fine.” She said, but she didn’t look it and then I asked her; “are you sure your OK?” She just replied; “yeah I’m sure.” That really annoyed me because I above Tiff and Britt would understand better then those two pranksters, Tiff and Britt; how Lisa might have felt. I was probably feeling it too or at least I felt like I would understand better if she’d just open up to me, but she didn’t; she kept quite and to herself the rest of the night that night while we walked ourselves back home. If I had only known the real reason to Lisa’s quiet-ness I wouldn’t have felt the way I was feeling right now; which was irritated. Lisa had been keeping to herself because she was a Guardian Of the Innocent; but I had no idea that Lisa was a growel then. However it wasn’t long till I found out, for later that night I decided to sneak out of my house, well actually the window of my house. Down some tree branches, because luckily for me there were a couple trees that had been planted; probably about one hundred years ago right next to my window. So once I was on the fresh cut green grass of our yard, all I had to do now was go along the only twining path that there was closest to my house and follow it.

       To Be Continued...

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