Here’s an excerpt from an original book I’m writing. Enjoy, world!
Teen Ink Spooky Story Contest
By Erin Lavitt, from her original book Shadowchasers Part One: Clarus
Daphne Blake, resident party girl and purported shallow cheerleader, was walking home along the Miami streets from an eighteen-and-plus club in her best outfit, long black hair whipping around in the wind of a fall rainstorm. She shivered a bit and clutched her designer trenchcoat a little tighter around her enviable half-Asian sixteen-year-old body.
As her Jimmy Choo heels clipped on the sidewalk, she looked around and realized she’d taken a wrong turn, into a bad neighborhood like most of Miami. She really should have let Andre wake her home. But what happened in Club Vegas, stayed in Club Vegas…
Daphne clutched the Mace in her pocket pitifully when shadows darted behind alley walls. The stars began to shine, soothing some of her shattered nerves. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be a hurricane after all.
Too fast for warning, what Daphne first mistook for a guard dog pounced on the girl. It was the most horrible thing she had ever seen. Too big for a wolf, not quite big enough to be a bear. The only explanation she could possibly think of was a saber-tooth tiger… but it had a distinctly canine shape. Then, it spoke.
“It will taste wonderful…” the monster breathed, and sunk its fangs into the helpless girl’s neck.
Daphne’s fevered, shocked brain reacted to the touch of silver teeth, and became something else entirely. “Get off me, dog,” she said in a gruff voice that sounded quite unlike her. She shoved it off her, took the thing by its tail, and swung the werewolf around like a ragdoll.
It hit against a lamp-post, and whimpered, then began to snarl. She ran as though posessed, the streets blurring past, her steps running through fog, and found herself back home, hoping it had all been a dream.
Except the two silver teeth marks were still on her neck.

That’s for all those who are sick of the cheerleader (not that I’m a cheerleader) dying in horror films! Comment please! And I’m sistergrimm by the way, author, poet, and in the business of misery.