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|Werewolf ! (standard:horror, 1724 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Nov 25 2011||Views/Reads: 1319/824||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Frank Collins had a dark secret.|
Werewolf ! Night Dalousie ,Calgary The prostitute walked a bit unsteadily along the sidewalk. As she passed a shadowy alleyway, a hairy hand struck like a snake and wrapped around her mouth, dragging her into the darkness with such strength that she was lifted entirely off the ground. There was a loud growl. She kicked wildly but hit only air. The last thing she saw was an open mouth of long yellow fangs and was then all went black. The next morning two RCMP Officers squatted next to the body and saw the blank stare of the young woman who couldn't be more than twenty-five under the heavy makeup. The eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped open in surprise, in a scream, or perhaps to beg for mercy but he gave none and ripped her throat out savagely. The seventh murder for the past month with the same modus operandi and the RCMP couldn't figure out. They knew that the typical serial killer either strangled or use some weapon to kill his / her victims, but this one uses neither, and it seems just brute strength and savagery. Citizens held their breath in fear .Both uniformed and plain clothes officers were everywhere in the Downtown area where most of the murders were committed. The killer seems to strike at random which made it difficult for the investigation. It was about 11.30 the next night. Frank Collins, a loner, boarded the Transit bus to downtown Calgary, took the LRT and got off at Dalhousie, a Calgary neighbourhood. He was an unsmiling young man about twenty five, with thick black hair and watchful greenish eyes. The next day at the Calgary Police Service Headquarters on 6 th Avenue, Chief Inspector Forster was at his desk, Telephones were ringing all over the place. His deputy, Peter Patterson, was in a swivel chair opposite his chief, reading a couple sheets of paper "Another murder in Dalhousie 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. The autopsies on the victims revealed strangely, a wolf's DNA in the blood." 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 committed on the full moon, two 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 its head!" Click here to read the rest of this story (138 more lines)
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