After everyone left his house, Tad went out back to find his mom. He was just about to open the back door, when the doorbell rang.
"Hold on a second!," he yelled.
Walking towards the front door. He opened the door when he got to it, and standing in the door was a man in a black tuxedo.
"Man in tuxedo + Appearing at your door = Nothing good
"Can I help you sir?," Tad asked.
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. It opened, revealing a license.
"John Drethon: FBI agent," he said.
"Oh shit," Tad thought.
"I was sent to this town to investigate rumors of supernatural activity."
"Supernatural...activity?," Tad asked, gulping silently.
"Yes," the agent said, "No ghosts or anything, but werecreatures."
"Werecreatures?," Tad asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean this town may be in danger of a werecreature."
"I don't think there are any around here, sorry!," Tad said.
The agent took a closer look at Tad, as if to inspect him.
"Alright," he said, "Call me if you see anything weird."
He then handed Tad a card with his name and phone number on it.
"Have a good day young man," the agent said, walking away.
Tad shut the door to his house and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was too close," he said, "pulling out his phone and texting his new friends.
"Guys, I just got a visit from an FBI agent that's looking for werecreatures in the town. His name is John Drethon, and he's kinda easy to spot. Just watch your backs, okay?"