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A Werewolf In Iowa
It was a full mooned midnight, on a long, lonely stretch of Iowa farm road. Sid and Twyla Dunsford were heading home from college, for summer break. Sid and Twyla were fraternal twins, from a small town called Smitebrook in Iowa. They both attended Mayfield college, in Illinois.
They had at least four more hours of the dead of night driving ahead of them. Behind the steering wheel of the car, Sid’s eyelids were feeling quite heavy. He knew he must have fallen asleep, jolting upright in the seat, to see that the car had drifted too far over on the narrow country road.
He slapped his own face and rolled down the window to let the cool night air wake him up. He glanced over at his sister Twyla, who was slumped toward the passenger door, her head vibrating on the window, as she snored.
He decided that they had better stop somewhere for the night, so that he could sleep too. Twyla had been up partying for two days, saying a long goodbye to her friends at college.
He saw a blinking light up ahead that looked like a motel sign, so with one hand he shook his sister to wake her up.
“Twyla, wake up! I’m going to stop here at this motel up ahead to sleep.”
His sisters' eyes snapped open, and she turned in the seat to glare at him.
“Did you really just wake me up to tell me we are going to stop to sleep? Why can’t you…
