The Werewolf Chronicles
You lay naked in bed with your girlfriend beside you. You couldn't quite perform for her tonight, as you have been feeling strangely ill all day and seem to have broken out in a cold sweat.
"You okay, baby?" your girlfriend asks you.
"Sure, I'm fine," you lie. "Could you give me a moment?"
You get out a bed and rush to the bathroom. You nervously look at yourself in the mirror. Your vision is quickly becoming blurry, but you can already see the hair on your face beginning to form.
'It can't be,' you think to yourself. 'It just can't. Werewolves don't even exist.'
And you continue to doubt the obvious for the next few minutes until you finally lose consciousness . . .
Leaving the bathroom door, the first thing you do is eat the stomach out your frightened girlfriend. You exit the room to terrify the rest of the hotel, leaving her to bleed to death.
You have a wonderful feast that night, but it all comes to an end when the cops arrive and shoot you to death.
The End
"You okay, baby?" your girlfriend asks you.
"Sure, I'm fine," you lie. "Could you give me a moment?"
You get out a bed and rush to the bathroom. You nervously look at yourself in the mirror. Your vision is quickly becoming blurry, but you can already see the hair on your face beginning to form.
'It can't be,' you think to yourself. 'It just can't. Werewolves don't even exist.'
And you continue to doubt the obvious for the next few minutes until you finally lose consciousness . . .
Leaving the bathroom door, the first thing you do is eat the stomach out your frightened girlfriend. You exit the room to terrify the rest of the hotel, leaving her to bleed to death.
You have a wonderful feast that night, but it all comes to an end when the cops arrive and shoot you to death.
The End
