The Wolf at My Door
fiction
Published in
Oct 25, 2023
I grew up scared of the Big Bad Wolf.
My father’s family knew about my fear, and my cousin Mark would pretend that he was regularly beating up the imaginary wolf.
One night, I was reading in the living room. I must have been 7 or 8.
I heard what sounded like whispers outside the picture window behind me. I glanced back and saw a set of eyes with some brown fur looking through the window!
I was so scared I ran upstairs and hid in my room.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Someone was banging on the front door! I crept to the window. There, at the door, was a six-foot-tall grey and tan wolf on two legs! On my porch!
I hid under my blankets until my parents came home.
