A wife is taken back when she is visited by a wolf. Later she would be even more shocked at what she finds at the door.
"See you in the morning love," said Thomas, kissing his wife goodnight.
He held her just a bit longer than usual, causing her to wonder what was bothering him.
"Honey, are you okay? You're kind of squishing my ribs," she said playfully.
He pulled away, looking deep in her eyes. "I just love you that's all, just thought you could use an extra squeeze."
Thomas always offered the same advice every night as he walked out the door.
"Set the safety alarm and don't answer the door after 9 p.m."
She always did exactly what he had instructed, and never questioned her husband. She knew he could be over protective ever since that wolf came around a few months ago. He did not want to take a chance.
Susan had just turned out the lights and was heading to bed, when she heard scratching at the door. Without thought, she opened the door, thinking it was a stray cat. She got more than she bargained for, as it was an enormous wolf. She had heard if you run, an animal would take off after you, so she slowly moved toward the open door. The wolf's eyes were penetrating and held her attention for a brief moment, she could not move. The wolf appeared familiar, mysterious, as if a spell was being placed on her, as she could not break away from his glare.
"Thomas?" She asked aloud, having no idea why she said her husband's name. Just the sound of his name sent the wolf running through the woods away from the house. How strange, she thought.
Susan attempted to explain about the wolf, but Thomas dismissed her ramblings and told her to keep the doors and windows locked.
Tonight she had to ask, after all they have been married six months, and she feels he needs to open up to her.
"Babe…what's the deal with not opening the door after 9 p.m. Are you still worried about the big, bad, wolf? I mean are you afraid he is going to blow our house down," she asked laughing.
He turned around quickly, giving her a glare that sent shivers down her spine. She could not decide if he was angry or surprised that she questioned him. Maybe he did not appreciate her humor. His face was blank but his eyes were wide, his eyes darker than his usual brown.
He pronounced each word as if he was an uptight English teacher but his tone was monotone, having a condescending air to it.
"I told you…do… not… open… the… door… after… 9… p.m.!"
She looked at Thomas, quite angry, feeling he was just being mean and trying to treat her like a little girl.
"Fine Thomas," she snapped.
Being a bit facetious, she repeated his words with the same condescending tone.
Thomas attempted to give her a kiss on the cheek but she turned away. She was still in the angry mode.
Nine o'clock rolled around and the door was locked just as Thomas had instructed. Susan turned off the lights, and headed to bed. Just as she made her way to the stairs, there was a knock at the door.
Laughing to herself, well one thing for sure, a wolf does not know how to knock, she thought to herself.
Feeling a bit cocky, Susan opened the door.
There standing on its hind legs was the wolf but this time he was wearing Thomas suit.
"I told you not to open the door after 9 p.m.!"