You agonized over your decision to meet up with them again the entire next day, constantly distracted by the possibilities and dangers of returning. Though in the movie, the majority of the werewolves were really normal people, a few were downright homicidal. On the other hand, in the movie, they didn't need the full moon to change, they could do it any time that they pleased. So they really could've killed you if they'd wanted to. You swung from one extreme to the other throughout the day; one moment you were determined to go, and the next moment you were sure you wouldn't. This was all just a silly fantasy from some movie you'd seen when you were younger, but a fantasy made quite real. They were REAL people out there in the park, and had their own desires and agendas. Whether you liked it or not, you couldn't control their actions now, you knew. Still, at eight pm, you headed for the park.
The last rays of sun were barely visible as you made your way toward the girls' camp. As you got closer, you could see the light from their fire blazing, and all three were sitting around it chatting. Gathering your composure, you walked up to their camp. "Hi, ladies," you say as they notice you, "How are you doing tonight?"
"We thought you weren't gonna come back," said Lisa, the redhead.
"We thought you didn't like us," added the blonde, mock-pouting cutely and batting her eyelashes at you.
"We thought maybe we scared you," finished Marsha, slinking up to you, staring into your eyes.