Merissa Anders; Dream walker
I was always raised to believe in what others didn’t, the knock on the wood by the stairs in my apartment could’ve been anything. The wind blowing tree branches, the apartment being old, or just something crawling around. My mind always knew better, though, I always went to explore. Especially when the knocking kept on, for fifteen minutes. My parents always told me there was “more than meets the eye.” Or “Always trust your gut, Merissa.” I guess this is how I found myself stuck, face to face, with something I could only describe as a rougarou. The only thing that could make sense, while I stared up at this canine-like animal.