Issue #2: Chapter 3

While one of the werewolves tried to break its way in through the door, the other two tried to break their way through the window. Yet for some reason, it had no effect on it which made me raise my eyebrow after noticing it. I just heard some scratches on it several times, which made them roar out of frustration and turned on the door instead. It was confusing to me at first, but it was exciting that it saved me and the old man.

I wondered what kind of window this was. What kind of glass was this used for it anyway? For a medieval fantasy world, I had to say this was such fantastic technology they got here.

I took a couple of steps back while still watching the door getting weaker from the werewolves' claws. Hearing something spraying behind me, I quickly turned around and saw the old man sprayed something across the room while he held the candle light on his hand, carrying a crossbow on his back and a candle. The smell was so hot in here, I covered my nose.

"What are you doin'?!" I questioned.

"No time to explain!" The old man opened the secret door to the basement, entering it while holding the door open for me to enter. "I'll explain later. Right now…Hurry! That door's going to burst open now! You don't want to be killed and be taken to the witch, do you?"

I turned my head around and shivered when the door was still bent, except more cracks were on the door. It looked like it was about to burst in less than thirty seconds.

I gazed at it for several seconds and took a couple more steps back. I knew this was going to be bad.

"C'mon now, girl. Hurry!" The old man pleaded, signaling me to come to him with his calmer voice.

I frowned when I realized I had no choice. I had to hide from those monsters in the basement with the old man.

"Oh, I'm comin'!" I cried as I turned around and ran towards the basement.

The old man watched me with a smile and a nod. I glared at him for a second.

Oh, don't bet your ass, old man! I only did it just to live, y'know.

After I gently kneeled down and jumped down into the basement, the old man placed the candle down somewhere on top of the staircase and gently shut the secret door. Then the front door finally burst open and the werewolves sniffed the air. Their screams and roars echoed in the room.

Curiosity began to rise in my mind: Did that very hot smell harm their noses? Will it be very difficult for them to find us?

But that didn't stop there. Their footsteps vibrated across the room. The old man and I waited for those beasts to begone, but they kept searching for us, hoping to find us.

And so far, they'd failed to find us on the first floor. The footsteps headed for the second floor to search for us, sniffing the air there.

"I think they're searching for us upstairs," the old man's voice whispered.

"Oh, you don't say," I answered in a lower voice.

When they also failed to find us in a while, their sad roars echoed and their footsteps now echoed downstairs. Then they roared with one another for a while longer, wondering when they would leave.

Impatience began brewing inside my mind, taking a deep sigh with my mouth closed. I wished these monsters would get the hell out here. With them staying here longer than usual was just pissing me off, greatly!

"Ugh, now what are they doin'?" My voice whispered.

"I don't know, probably chattin' with one another," the old man whispered back.

"Well, they're takin' a long ass time to be chattin' in here."

"Why, yes, they sure are. But we must still be patient if we want to remain alive, my dear."

Although I agreed with him entirely, I didn't dare to speak to him any further. When the old man moved a little and knocked down the sprayer on the staircase, it bounced forward and rolled over in the darkness until it stopped moving. Gasping in silence, we looked up at the secret door and heard the werewolves' growl above us.

As soon as the old man picked up the candle, I watched him with a glare. "Way to go, old man!" I whispered in my angry tone.

He turned to me and saw me cross my arms to cover up my chest. I glared at him and moved my body away from him.

"C'mon, now let's head downstairs before those monsters find and kill us both to take us to the witch," the old man whispered.

I reluctantly turned to the end of the hall, seeing nothing but darkness over there. The candle light not only radiated the stony walls around us, but also the wooden floor above us and the wooden stairway below us.

I turned back to him with my constant scoff. "Huh?! Down there?! With you?!"

"Well, sorry. It's the only way to be safe, I'm afraid." He began to turn downstairs. "And you might want to cover your nose. It's going to get messy."

As soon as that same smell from earlier, I covered my nose with my fingers and a frown. Standing up from the staircase, I ran downstairs with the old man quickly while turning my head back and forth. "And what is that anyway?"

"That would be spice."

So that's what it was.

"Spice?! Why the hell are you sprayin' that?!"

"To make it difficult for the werewolves to find us through smelling its prey."

After I looked up at the secret door for a quick gaze, the werewolf's footsteps echoed louder as it approached the secret door.

I widened my eyes and quickly turned around. When he turned to me, my cheeks were reddened and I immediately crossed my arms to prevent him from lusting at me, following his lead to the basement.

Seriously though, why the hell was I reincarnated as a beautiful, yet slutty woman?! Why couldn't I be reincarnated as an ugly woman who's not slutty to begin with?! If I was reincarnated as an ugly woman, I wouldn't have this problem with guys even lookin' at me in the first place. Ugh!

Once we made it to the basement, the old man turned left and headed towards his destination. My curious eyes began to wander around the room.

The only things that appeared in the room were a table, another door near the stairway which the old man was heading towards, and a couple of small treasure chest boxes. The spice kettle was lying on the floor and its liquid was coming out of it, spreading out its aroma. I conjectured what was inside of them when I stared at treasure chests as well as the door.

"Oh, shit!" I whispered when the werewolf's roar from above echoed in the basement. It made me jumpy on the stony ground a bit, panting my quick breaths. My twitchy eyes stared at the hallway while I shivered my ass off.

That signaled me to better go hide before those monsters caugh us and kill us.

I turned to the door and the hall back and forth. Inside that door only contained clothes hanging on the wall, shoes and boots on the floor and boxes of feathers and jewelry on the top shelf that the old man was examining.

As soon as I saw the old man begin to hide in there, he signaled me with his hand to hide in there with him. "C'mon. Hurry!" I sighed and frowned at him for a moment.

When I heard the old man's voice echoing around me, my eyes searched for a different hiding place as I was not in a mood to hide in there with him again. Yet I sighed out of frustration when I failed to find it, returning my attention to him for a little while.

"Oh!" I quietly screeched again and jumped up a little, when I peaked at the hall from the doorway from the corridor. I broadened my eyes when I saw a little bend on the secret door, watching the werewolf banging on it a couple times, hearing its growls across the room. The werewolves are breakin' in, and my mind reminded me that this was the time to hide.

"Okay, we need to hide in there now!" The old man whispered.

I glared at the old man when I looked at him and the closet back and forth, shivering while swallowing my spit. After a couple seconds, the old man headed towards me, grabbed my arm and dragged me inside the closet. "No time to stand there. Our lives are at stake here!"

Although I wasn't happy that he touched me, I ignored it for my safety's sake. I then turned to the kettle lying on the ground, turning back to the old man. "But what about the kettle on the floor? Aren't you gonna pick it up?"

"Forget about it. It wouldn't come with us anyway." He shut the door just in time before the secret door finally broke open. I wiped his touch off of my arms while I stood there with the old man, moving my eyes sideways.

A couple monsters' roars echoed throughout the basement. Their footsteps echoed louder while they walked towards the room smelling the room, yet they screeched in agony, probably from smelling the spices on the floor.

The closet was getting a bit dimmer, causing me to turn to the old man. I saw him place the candle close to his chest and hid the flame behind his hand.

"What are you doin'?!" I asked in a whisper.

"Trying to prevent the monsters from spotting us?" The old man asked back in a whisper.

"You can't be serious…"

"Why, yes. I'm that serious."

I sighed when the old man and I turned back to the door. While the monsters' footsteps roamed around the room, they sniffed everywhere but still failed to find us-their prey, no matter how hard they tried.

We were lucky that they didn't even burst the closet open, probably because the spices stringed their noses, even if all the spices exited the door. They knew it was too late and roared, leaving the basement to get their noses healed.

Thinking that the werewolves were gone, the old man and I sighed while he uncovered the light inside the closet. I smiled at the door and widened my excited eyes.

So those spices did work after all! It was such a brilliant, brilliant plan.

So I watched the old man open the door and we both exited the closet. We studied the environment and the cool air from the outside spreaded in the room, giving us goosebumps.

Once the cool air hardened my nipples though, my cheeks were reddened and I looked down at my chest. I turned to the old man and only spotted the back of his head just staring at me. I returned to my chest. I knew it was my time to better cover up before he does.

I managed to quickly cover my nipples to prevent the old man from looking at them. I turned to the old man and saw his head still not looking at me, sighing out of relief.

Then I turned to the stairway and the old man back and forth. I saw some moonlight in that room. I wanted to escape from him now, yet I was too scared to go out since darkness now spreaded all over the house alongside the incoming fog.

But I wasn't the only one who was scared of immediately leaving the basement. The old man was too; he turned to me and looked up at my face with my cheeks no longer blushing out of embarrassment.

"Okay, since those monsters are probably still outside, maybe we should stay here a bit longer," the old man said as I nodded in agreement.

"Good idea," I agreed as he placed the candle and the crossbow on the table. Quietly scooting the chair in and out, he sat down in the chair and noticed me standing there. "Oh, you can sit down if you want."

I shook my head sideways. "Oh, um, no thank you. I prefer to remain standing."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

"Alright, then. As you wish."

"So, uh, what happened to this place? It feels like this place has been haunted or something. Or is this somethin' that the witch was created herself?"

"Oh, this place? Well, well now. Allow me to tell you the tale of this place." The old man pointed his finger upward. "Now please be informed that this is what I heard from the remaining survivors here before they died here as well."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "So they're rumors?"

"Yes, rumors. Now where was I?" The old man thought about it for a moment, until somethin' popped up in his head. "Oh, yes. That's it. It all started long, long ago…