Night of the Werewolf ! (standard:horror, 2141 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Aug 16 2006	Views/Reads: 3669/2355	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Jack Carter had a dark secret.

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Forster was at his desk, Telephones were ringing all over the place. 
His deputy, Peter Patterson, was lolling in a swivel chair opposite his 
chief, reading a couple sheets of paper "Another murder in Dalousie 
last night, same M.O.” said Patterson evenly . The Chief Inspector 
sighed. “We have got a lot of work to do, Peter,  the Mayor is 
breathing down my back for a quick capture. We are dealing here with a 
vicious and clever serial killer,obviously!” “Yeah, but this is a new 
slant, ripping out the victims' throats!.” “That‘s what bothering me, 
Peter, serial killers usually strangle their victims or use some sort 
of weapon, it seems,somehow ,as if some animal is at work” “Perhaps 
it's a werewolf.” suggested Patterson bluntly. Forster smiled, He was 
in one of his rare good moods. "A werewolf  in this age, Peter? Don't 
make me laugh, you've been seeing to many horror movies " “ Don't 
laugh, James," said Patterson, picking up a sheet of paper from his 
desk.”I've been doing some research “, he said looking at the sheet,”it 
says here and I quote”that if a werewolf bites you and you don't die, 
you're doomed to turn into a wolf on the full moon.” He paused, “if you 
check all of the  murders.They were all commmitted on  the full moon, 
four across the city in one night.  “ Forster nodded”Yes ,that's 
correct, but that could be sheer coincidence.” “Too many coincidence if 
you ask me.” He paused,”Anyway it says here,”To discover the identity 
of a werewolf, you wound it and search for a similar wound on a human 
or shoot it in it's head!” “Where did you get that stuff ?” Forster 
interjected. “On the Internet”replied Patterson.”I am interested in 
that kind of folklore . It makes you wonder if all that info from 
around the world is all superstition. The odds are against it.  
Werewolves were reported in many countries mostly in Europe and most 
having the same MO, ravaging their victims, both man and beast, and 
tearing out their throats .The throat being the main target” “Well, 
forget that nonsense,Peter,we are in the Twenty First century now,so 
let's do some modern investigation.” He got up and walked over to a map 
of Calgary on the wall. It displayed six coloured pins on the locations 
of the previous six murders. *** The next night in Downtown Calgary, .a 
security guard was on his way to work when he heard a low growl coming 
from an alleyway.  He saw something moved. He approached the entrance 
cautiously “Who the fuck is in there?” He shouted firmly.  He took out 
his flashlight and switched it on. “Jesus!”He cried backing away at the 
sight before him.. The light displayed a huge wolflike creature 
crouching on the ground. It stared fixedly at him, Their eyes met, but 
the man's brain only registered it's size and the yelow eyes. They held 
him there, spellbound, freezing him in place.  The figure seems to 
float towards him and everything went blank!.  He made a gurgling sound 
as his throat was being ripped out viciously. 

A patrol cruiser was in the vicinity ,as the occupants, Constable Frank
Smith and his pardner Joe Hendricks related in their reports later, 
they  saw the huge ,gray creature emerging from the narrow hallway. It 
stopped and looked at them,raised it's massive head and gave an 
unearthly howl . ‘Shit! Do you see what I see, Frank ?” said Joe 
unbelievingly. “Yeah,” Frank replied,”but,fuck, I can't believe it!. 
look at it's fucking size!... let's give chase, man !”. The creature 
saw them and raced along the side walk at an incredible speed, it's 
breath heaved in and out, spuming clouds of steam before it.  It's 
great shaggy chest raised and lowered, and it's powerful shoulders 
surged forward. Joe, at the wheel,   increased speed and followed. The 
creature turned and snarled at them, then ran into an alleyway. The 
cops got out of the car  and drawing their guns, they approached the 
alleyway cautiously. Their hearts beating a tattoo in their chests,.One 
stood on each side of the entrance. There was a low menacing growl 
coming from the dark. Guns drawn, they flashed their torchlights into 
the dark and gasped. The creature was trapped against the blank wall 
and stood in a crouched position facing them ,looking at them steadily 
,It's yellow eyes burning into them,ears held close to it's head.,then, 
with a loud growl, it sprang!. Officer Joe said”,Shit!” and squeezed 
off three shots in quick succession. He suddenly slip and fell on the 
side walk. The shots caught the beast in midair and spun it around. And 
it fell a short distance from them.The creature snarled, saliva 
drooling all over him, got up quickly and tried to get away. Officer 
Smith emptied his service revolver into it. One  of the bullets 
entering it's head,spilling blood, bones and brains all over the 
sidewalk. A crowd of curious onlookers,attracted by the gunfire, 
gathered around the fallen creature, keeping a safe distance, as it 
began to changing slowly into a man. The crowd gasped in disbelief at 
it's slow transformation , ‘Shit, man ,what the fuck is going on” cried 
one of the onlookers staring unbelieving. Officer Hendricks went 
quickly over to his fallen pardner. “You okay ,buddy?' He 
asked.concerned. “Yeah, I will live, did you get it?”He replied getting 
up. “Yeah, I got it allright and it fucking changed into a man!”, He 
added “No shit ! You gotta be kiddin' me?” “No , man, it was real!” “I 
thought that crap only happens in the movies” Frank went over to the 
crusier and radioed headquarters through his CB “ “Hi, Bruce, it's me, 
Frank ” he said, “ we've got a situation here, come quickly, We are at 
six Ave and Eight street,send an ambulance, I will explain later.” 

Shortly after, two squad cars arrived at the scene with an ambulance in
tow. Police photos were taken of the body and the attendants then took 
it away , sirens blaring. Fingerprints were taken and they were later 
traced to Frank Collins,Further investigation lead to  Collin's 
apartment in the Huntington Park area in the North West of Calgary. On 
a coffee table was a diary. Constable Peterson picked it up and flipped 
through the pages and was shocked at what he read October 23rd : 

I cannot go on like this, killing innocent people because of my curse of
being a werewolf. I am responsible for the six killings that took place 
recently here in Calgary .Earlier this year I was bitten by a werewolf 
while in the woods while in Romania.  An old gypsy told me that since I 
survived I would change into a werewolf every month. I laughed in her 
face putting it down to superstition. But I know better now, it's 
true!I began feeling different, my body felt as if it was burning and a 
craving for meat and blood engulfed me.I wanted to kill myself after 
the first killing but hadn't the nerve to do so.butI can't go on living 
the rest of my life under this dreaded curse. I know what I have to do 
to end this dreaded curse and I ask forgiveness for all the suffering I 
have caused. But under the curse, I cannot control my self, This will 
be my last entry. Tonight I will go into Calgary...which I hope will be 
my last night..May all forgive me. He handed the Diary over to Forster 
and said. “Well, what did I tell you.”he smirked,” it was a werewolf 
after all.” Forster said nothing. Later that evening at his home, Chief 
Inspector Forster, looked at himself in the mirror and said “Damn!,I am 
glad we finally caught him.. Calgary is too small for TWO werewolves” 
and began changing into a werewolf! 

THE END  (2169 words) 


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