The two of you don't respond immediately; you're too out of breath from panic and running.
"Oh...it's that time of the month again, eh?" the old woman asks, a sadness in her eyes.
"You know about all of this?" Becky asks, shocked.
"I know a lot of things; I've lived almost my entire life here. But I'd imagine you're referring to the beasts that are making Monster Island live up to its name," she says, a half smile cracking her face.
"Umm...yeah," you say, suddenly looking at the doors, hoping your hunch was right about them not coming here. They don't seem all that secure the more that you look at them, and it's not too hard to imagine them breaking down the doors to get the three of you.
"It's the curse coming back to haunt us, the curse of Morgan Grey, the wolf of the sea," she says.
"What??" you ask, thoroughly confused.
"It's a long story, girls. Are you sure you're up for it?" the old woman asks.
"We'd rather use your phone," Becky says, "If it's all the same to you."
The old woman laughs a dry laugh, "You haven't been on many islands, have you now?" she asks, "There's not a phone on the island."
"Fuck!" Becky moans.
"That's no way for a lady to talk!" snaps the old woman, "Mind your language, or I'll throw the both of you to the wolves!" Her voice echoes with a strength she'd not shown until now, and you both cower slightly.
"Sorry," you both tell her, genuinely frightened of going back out to where the wolves might be around any corner.
The expression on her face softens back to a more grandmotherly look as she says, "Now anyway, are you up for a tale?"
You both nod. "Yes ma'am," you reply, minding your manners with this curious old woman.
"Now before we go on, we must have a proper introduction. I'm Elsie String, but everyone calls me Elsie, who are you girls?"
"I'm Jessica, but everyone calls me Jess," you tell her.
"I'm Becky, but everyone calls me....errr...Becky," your friend replies, showing her airhead nature.
"Well then, now that we all know each other, would you like some herbal tea? It'll soothe your nerves," the old woman asks, pouring a cup for herself.