Wolf People Of London | Freaky Wackjobs

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I was all alone wandering around Paddington Old Cemetery last night. It was 7.30pm, the rain was falling, daylight was fading rapidly and there was a real fucking spooky feeling in the air. This ancient graveyard felt like it was coming to life, the place which had become my garden and a place where I sought sanctuary from the craziness of London life, was now freaking me out.

Any time I had wandered around Paddington Old Cemetery in the past there had always been a couple of dog walkers or people visiting the dead. Last night I only had the dead as company and a couple of pesky squirrels. The place had taken on a whole new feeling, it felt different…eerie.

As I walked along the pathways of the dead I triple checked my watch then my phone to make sure it wasn’t past 8pm and that I hadn’t been locked in for the night. That would have been a living nightmare…in fact that doesn’t bear thinking about. As much as I enjoy a relaxing seat with a view and a wee stroll around the Cemetery I wouldn’t want to spend the night there. No fucking way…!

Suddenly I caught a glimpse of something running between the trees. It looked like a wolf…it was a wolf. I thought no fucking way. I must be seeing things. You don’t get wolfs in London. Foxes yes, I had seen plenty of those wandering down the road. I then lost sight of the wild looking beast as it ran between two trees.

I scanned my eyes like crazy looking for whatever it was that I had just glimpsed…why didn’t I have my camera to capture a wolf running around in Kilburn. Then I thought how do you fend off a wolf attack…Those fuckers have sharp teeth…what would have Hulk Hogan done at a time like this…run like fuck probably!

There was a slight problem there was only one exit in the graveyard and that was in the direction which I had spotted the wolf. I wondered if wolfs could climb trees…nah I doubt it…but neither could I…that escape route was ruled out. I picked up a tasty looking branch that had fallen from a oak tree as a weapon to fight the wolf off with. Do wolfs have hard heads I thought…well if it comes near me its going to be wishing it did.

The rain started to lash down like crazy and I forgot about the wolf and wondered what had happened to that all too brief a heat wave that we recently had in London. I was sheltering under a huge Horse Chestnut tree when the through the downpour I caught another glimpse of the wolf and the fucker was running straight towards me. It looked big, ugly and dangerous as hell…the closer it got to me the more it looked like a wolf. My improvised weapon was at the ready I was going to crack its head with the stick and then do it again to make sure it got the message.

Then out of nowhere a man and woman appeared, and they were calling out to the wolf, which turned out to be nothing but their ugly as hell pet dog. As they walked past me I caught a close up of the dog and even though it was dog, it must of had some wolf blood in it. It was a scary looking brute of a dog. And the freaks that were walking the dog both had hair the same colour as their fucking dog. In fact they had faces that looked like their pet dog, who looked like a wolf, so I guess you could say they looked liked wolf people.

Just in case they were out hunting for their next meal I waited until the pack of wolfs had walked past me and were out of sight before I got rid of my stick, my equaliser…They were a crazy looking family. It was like they all wanted to look the same, they did look the same. Who the fuck wants to look like their pet dog..?

Wolf People Of London | Freaky Wackjobs

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