It was a rainy night when Jessica Hodgers got the phone call calling her to work. It wasn’t unusual, as she was often called into work when new people were brought in for her to study. Not that you could call them all people. See Jessica studied those that were physically or mentally unknown to the normal speaking human world, as the government kept the job completely quiet. How were they unknown? Well, try to recall the story Hansel and Gretel. A simple made-up fairytale with no real purpose except to teach children not to talk to strangers, all that’s what most people think. But this story is actually true, to a point. Hansel and Gretel Saunders were two fourteen year old teens that had been growing increasingly distressed when their stepmother and father had been fighting at home, causing them to run away, soon to come along a small wooden cottage. There parents never tried to get rid of them and were actually rather well off, plus there was no candy cottage or any of that nonsense. Anyway, outside this cottage was a middle-aged woman of around 45 trying to control some overgrowing vines of the walls of the cottage. She asked the teens for help and they obliged. Afterwards, she invited them in for a drink when she locked them into a rumpus room and kept them there. The woman was believed to be extremely emotionally depressed after the death of her own children and wanted to keep them instead. Luckily Gretel had her phone on her and dialled 000. This woman was arrested and given to Jessica’s clinic. The government covered up the real story with the fairytale.Anyway, on this particular night, she was called in to see a young man who had been roaming around the forest, seeming to be suffering from amnesia. She studied him from the other side of the bars of his cell. The hair on his head was long and ruffled, and he had large bushy eyebrows that connected together on the bridge of his nose. His lips and eyes looked very dry as though he had been denied water. His skin was rough and scratched, and he looked as though he hadn’t shaved for weeks. The man’s ears were also long and narrow, and looked as though they were laid back on his head. She wondered if he was homeless, and hoped this not to be a simple open and shut case that had called her from her comfortable position. ‘Hello, my name is Jessica. What’s yours?’The man looked up at her, looking extremely nervous.‘William’‘Do you have a last name William?’William hesitated. ‘Sanseberry. I haven’t done anything wrong.’‘Yes, and I believe you. But I need to know what you were doing.’‘I was walking in the forest.’‘At two in the morning?’‘I like night, the darkness…it comforts me.’‘I see…we are going to have to keep you here overnight William, is that ok? We’ll have a guard come in and sit with you if you like.’He nodded, and Jessica wondered why he was co-operating so well. Maybe he was homeless, and was happy to have a roof over his head. ‘No guard though, I like to be alone.’ 

                                                *************** The next day Jessica went to visit William again, this time with her boss Charles Breton. They talked once more with William, who again seemed extremely nervous and had developed a twitch. His eyes looked even redder than before. They went into his cell and gave him a full body examination, before walking back out of the cell to talk. ‘I don’t think he’s completely human-I know he looks like it but there’s something about him.’ Jessica said as soon as they had reached a safe distance.‘I agree we should keep him here for another week at least.’‘But he won’t stay willingly.’‘Does any of them? Tell him and then put him on a tranquiliser.’‘Yes sir.’ Jessica went back into the cell and sat on a chair in the corner of the room.‘You’re going to have to stay here for a while.’‘What?’ he sounded aggressive all of a sudden and it surprised her. ‘I can’t stay, not here not tonight.’‘Why not?’‘Well…I have something on…something I have to do…I don’t remember what it was though. I just can’t stay. I have committed no crime! I mean, where am I anyway? I wasn’t even given the right to an attorney!’ He was screaming, and when he finished he was breathing very hard.‘Look, I’m going to give you this, it is going to calm you down a bit,’ she said pulling at the tranquiliser calmly, ‘you’ll be ok.’He sat there, suddenly calmed and let her give the needle to him.‘Do you have a home William?’ Jessica asked quietly‘Yes, I do.’ He looked down. ‘Now please leave, I want to be left to myself.’ 

                                                ************** That night, when the sun had gone down and Jessica was locking up for the night, she heard a low pitched howl, like a wolves, coming from the corridor. She jogged down to the end to see where it was coming from, and to her horror, she found a wolf in one of the cells. She stopped irresolutely, unable to move, and watched it. It was circling around the edges of the cell, as it hadn’t noticed her just yet. She looked around the cell to see if there was a hole, anything to explain how a wolf could get into the cell. Nothing. Then she looked up at the cell number. 293-William Sanseberry’s cell. Jessica gasped-this was William Sanseberry! But how could that be? He seemed like such a nice person when in reality he was…she looked out the window. A full moon….a werewolf. She took a couple of steps back just as William noticed her, letting out a low threatening growl. He thrashed himself against the bars, showing his huge sharp teeth. Jessica screamed for security, as she watched him in shock. How many other werewolves were there near her home? No one in the village is safe anymore. What were they going to do? The clinic was going to have to open, to tell everyone about their doings so the people can be warned for their safety. Charles Breton appeared and saw Jessica and went to see what she was staring out before gasping and stepping back to. William continued to bash against the bars, all Jessica and Charles called do was hope that the bars were strong enough.                                                  ************** ‘What are we going to do?’ she screamed at Charles, pacing around his office. Charles was sitting in his desk chair, holding a quivering hand to his head. ‘This clinic is going to have to speak out.’‘Why?’ Charles snapped sharply, catching Jessica by surprise. ‘We don’t have to do anything. What people don’t know want hurt them.’  ‘What? It will hurt them! People need to be warned and if you don’t want to do it, I will!’‘Oh no you won’t. Who are you anyway? Why would people believe you, you witch!’‘Witch? What the hell are you talking about?’‘I have now decided you are unfit to roam free in this society. I am going to have you locked up under the pretence of practicing witch magic and for being insane!’‘What?? You can’t do this, you can’t!’ Jessica ran for the door where she was met by four beefy looking security guards.‘Lock her up,’ Charles ordered, pointing towards the cells, ‘and give her a couple of sedatives.’‘This is insane,’ Jessica yelled, ‘don’t do this!’                                                             ************ Charles Breton was in panic mode. Even though he was keeping the werewolf fiasco hushed up, he now had to think of new and clever ways that would hide the story if an attack did occur. Then, all of a sudden, the reigning Prime Minister for twenty years Andrew Hughes, was voted out and Peter Trimball came into the chair. That was such a shock to everyone, as you see, all those with high government jobs knew that the election had been rigged all those years, so the clinic and other organisations weren’t found out about. This put Charles Breton in an impossible situation. See Peter Trimball did not know about the clinic as of yet, but it was only a matter of time until he did. So Charles could either tell Peter Trimball about it and try and bribe him, or not tell him and wait for him to find out. And either way if the Prime Minister turned down the bribe Charles and Andrew Hughes would go to jail, maybe even be hanged! So Charles did the only thing he could think of, close the clinic down. Those who were considered a major danger to society were…hanged. This included William Sanseberry. But they couldn’t hang them all. So the rest were sent out far into the countryside; new name, new location, no money. They put police on each side of the village the person was relocated to so that an escape attempt would be futile. Plus if they tried to tell people their story people thought they were insane, as Jessica Hodgers found out. So she spent the rest of her life trying to forget that rainy winter’s night when the phone rang.