There had been 3 murders in our small little town. All the same. As if a lion had torn them all apart.
It was early fall.  Oranges and rust colors begin to fill in the trees.  We were not allowed to go out because of the creature.  
If indeed it was a creature.  At least that's what we called it in school.  I had a theory! It was a Ware wolf.
One day my brother and I took all the silver we had.  We took it to Old man Johnny and he turned it into a silver bullet.
He was like a wizard! So finely crafted it was.  He engraved it with our initials.  S.O and D.O.  
We kept the bullet in a small little bag.  Under all of our comic books.  If one day the Ware wolf does come we will be ready.