Hello again Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest,

spookiest tales on earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This tale story club members goes out to Carter, a beloved seven-year-old listener of mine who wrote to me at Ivy at go-kidgo.com to share his interest in werewolves.

So, Carter, this howling tale is just for you. Let's embark on a hair-raising adventure, shall we? Today's Ivy's chilling tale is called the Curse of Werewolf Hollow.

There's a quaint village cocooned deep within the heart of a bustling forest, filled with

twittering birds, butterflies, and deer. Ah, but with most places, there is a place within this

forest where sunlight and life rarely venture. This is the dark, secretive part of the forest known

as Werewolf Hollow. Here, the full moon always seems to cast an eerie glow, bathing the land

in an unearthly light. Legend has it that those who venture into wherewolf hollow never return,

leaving their fate forever shrouded in mystery.

On a chilly autumn evening, when the air was laden with the scent of damp leaves and the promise of cold winter,

two young boys named Jim and Jerry simply couldn't resist

the temptation of unraveling the secret of Werewolf Hollow. They were adventurous types,

and they had a habit of egging one another on to do more and more daring things. Huh, you know what we

should do? We've just got to find out for ourselves what happened to all those people who disappeared in

Wherewolf Hollow, Jerry.

Jim was adamant.

Huh, when you're right, you're right, Jim, Jerry agreed.

It's not like anyone else we know was going to be brave enough.

So, being fully agreed, Jim and Jerry set out to explore the forbidden hollow that had claimed

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