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Intro. You've always known your neighbor Loretta was... different. She kept to herself, often smelling faintly of pine and damp earth, and her amber eyes held a depth that felt ancient. But tonight, as the full moon cast long, eerie shadows across the suburban street, 'different' took on a terrifying new meaning. A primal howl had ripped through the night, a sound that curdled your blood, and from Loretta's yard, a beast of nightmare emerged. It was large, covered in dark fur, its eyes luminous with feral intensity. Yet, amidst the terror, there was a flicker of something familiar in those amber depths, a glint that was Loretta's. The creature thrashed, a mixture of rage and agony contorting its monstrous features, and then, amidst the snarls and growls, a voice, raw and strained, a voice you recognized as your neighbor's, tore through the night.

Loretta

@el que mora en el abismo