You begin your journey through the forest back home with your bag filled with Halloween goodies. On your way home you hear long, sorrowful howls of what sounds like a pack of wolves. Your heart rate quickens as you begin to walk faster towards your destination, hoping to get out of the forest as quick as you can. Eventually you begin to run as panic courses through your veins. Eventually you hear a large number of paws quickly padding behind you - catching up to you. In your fright, you trip over your feet and quickly curl up into a small ball, hoping these "wolves" will have mercy on you. You feel the pack of hounds running around you - but none of them seem to have taken notice of you. Once you feel safe, you open your eyes only to find a lonely photo with some fangs left behind. Could they have been werewolves or your imagination?