Werewolf ! (standard:horror, 1724 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Nov 25 2011	Views/Reads: 2689/1809	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Frank Collins had a dark secret.

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"Where did you get that stuff?" Forster interjected. 

"On the Internet of course “replied Patterson."I am interested in that
kind of folklore. It makes you wonder if all that info about werewolves 
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 of 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 move within. 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 gray wolf- like creature crouching on the
ground. It stared fixedly at him, their eyes met, but the man's brain 
only registered its size and the yellow eyes. They held him there, 
spellbound, freezing him in place. The figure seems to float towards 
him and then everything went blank! He made a gurgling sound as his 
throat was being ripped out viciously. 

A patrol cruiser was in the vicinity , the occupants, Constable Frank
Smith and his partner Joe Hendricks ,the creature came out of the 
alleyway on all fours. Its snout covered in blood. It stopped and 
looked at them, raised its massive head and gave an unearthly howl and 
began racing along the sidewalk on all fours. ‘Shit! do you see it, 
Frank?" said Joe unbelievingly. 

"Yeah," Frank replied, “but I can't believe it, look at its fucking
size.Let's give chase, man !". 

The creature saw them and increase its pace along the side walk , its
breath heaving in and out, spuming clouds of steam before it. Its great 
shaggy chest raised and lowered, as its 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 torch lights 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 ,its yellow eyes burning 
into them, ears held close to its head., then, with a loud growl, it 
sprang!. 

Officer Joe said",Shit!" and squeezed off three shots in quick
succession. He suddenly slips and fell on the wet 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 its head, spilling blood, 
bones and brains all over the sidewalk. It gave a brief shudder and 
cease moving, its blood spreading in a pool under its massive body 

A crowd of curious onlookers, attracted by the gunfire, gathered around
the fallen creature, keeping a safe distance, as it began changing 
slowly into a man. The crowd gasped in disbelief at its slow 
transformation, 

‘Shit, man, what the hell's going on" cried one of the onlookers staring
unbelieving. 

Officer Hendricks went quickly over to his fallen partner. 

"You okay, buddy?' He asked concerned. 

"Yeah, I will live, did you get it?"He replied getting up. 

"Yeah, I got it all right and it changed into a man!” He added 

"No shit ! You got to be kidding' me?" 

"No, man, it was real!" 

"I thought that crap only happens in the movies" 

Frank went over to the cruiser 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 followed by an
ambulance. 

Police photos were taken of the body and the ambulance's attendants then
took it away, sirens blaring. The two cops broke up the crowd Hendricks 
said to the crowd ", Okay! Okay! It's over, now, go back to your 
homes." 

Fingerprints were taken at the morgue which were later traced to Frank
Collins, Further investigation lead to Collin's apartment in the 
Huntington Park area in the North West of Calgary. 

In the apartment 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 the day of the last mutilation. 

I cannot go on like this, killing innocent people because of my curse of
being a werewolf. I am responsible for three of the six killings that 
took place recently here in Calgary .The other three I don't know 
anything about... 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, but I 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. Frank Collins 

He then handed the Diary over to Forster and said. 

"Well, what did I tell you. “He smirked," it was a werewolf after all,
but he said he had only killed three, so who killed the other three?." 

Forster said nothing. Post Script 

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.. 
Really, Calgary is too small a city for TWO werewolves" and began 
transforming into another grey werewolf! THE END 


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