After taking a big sniff out of the wolfbane, my eyes glowed brightly yellow. I opened my mouth full of sharp fangs. And I howled at the glowing full moon in the cloudy night sky.
Then, I found myself screaming and waking up in my bed in my small apartment bedroom, later in the evening. I was covered in sweat. I didn't know what I had to go through to get away from those predators who wanted to make me be like them.
I was sitting upright in bed. I had my shirt off. I was covered in sweaty, stinky sweat. I realized I wasn't an animal any longer. I was a normal human person, waking up in the middle of the night. From a very bad dream.
I breathed a couple of times and tried to relax. Then, I pulled the bedcovers aside from me. I hopped out of bed. Got on my house slippers. Next to the floor, by my bed.
I heard an eerie wolf animal howling outside my bedroom door. I walked in a path of moonlight, coming from my draped window. Slowly, I pulled the blue curtains aside and peered out into the shadowy, moonlight darkness in my backyard.
I didn't see anything unusual. I must be experiencing some weird kind of bad dream. I started to walk away from the window. Suddenly, a hairy wolf-like creature appeared in front of the window at me!
I quickly slugged the hairy animal in the face. Screamed and turned away as I watched the wolf howl and drop to the ground outside the window.
I quickly locked the window and hurried out of my bedroom. I didn't know how safe it would be to be alone by myself in a small apartment. With animal predators on the loose.
Walking out of my bedroom door, I ran into the dimly lit kitchen. Breathing heavily, I hid behind the wall next to my kitchen. I could hear somebody else walking in my upstairs bedroom in my apartment. I wasn't alone!
There was nothing I had to defend myself. I knew if I didn't get out of my upstairs apartment, I would be a goner. I had little time to get out while I still had the chance.
Another wild, animal wolf howl pierced through the long, empty hallways. It was in the hallway, coming my way. As I stood behind the kitchen wall, I slowly peered around the side of the corner.
I gasped and held my breath. As I saw the wolf animal's snout sniff the air from around the side of the corner of the kitchen wall, I was hiding behind from. I could feel the fear of it breathing in fog, sniffing the air for me.
Suddenly, I saw a half-eaten chicken bone on the floor, beside my kitchen fridge. I hurried to bend down to grab the half-eaten chicken bone off the floor. Then, I tossed it in the direction of the living room.
Grunting and growling, I put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. As the werewolf creature ran away from the kitchen. And dodged after the bloody chicken bone, in the living room.
I started to run and hurry back up the stairs to my bedroom. When I reached the top of the stairs, I stopped and screamed! I had bumped into the robust werewolf hunter, whom I met in the woods, earlier.
My eyes were wide with fright. He held a finger to his lips to silence me. Grabbing hold of his pistol, the werewolf hunter turned to look down the stairs.
"Come with me to the dark woods, I think I can help you stop seeing these monsters in Different Place," the monster hunter said, making a promise. It started to lightning outside the dark apartment. I didn't reply as the hunter took his hand off my mouth.
The werewolf hunter motioned for me to follow him down the stairs. "There are three werewolves around your apartment," the werewolf hunter continued. "One of them is in your living room, eating a bloody chicken bone. Another one is in your attic upstairs. Lurking in the shadows for a dog whistle. The other werewolf is your next-door neighbor, Hank Howl. In your bathroom, trying to groom himself of his hairy situation," said the werewolf hunter, matter-of-factly.
I turned my attention to the werewolf hunter. "Is everybody here in Different Place, a hairy creature of darkness, sir?" I asked, wanting to know the truth. But the strong, robust monster leader told me to hush and put his finger to his lips, to silence me.
"They know you are here and are vulnerable to the cursed full moon out tonight," he told me. I knew it wasn't safe to be alone at night in this town. I wish the werewolf hunter could protect from the hairy animals living in the dark woods.
Grabbing hold of my right arm, the werewolf hunter turned to look around the side of the hall in the kitchen. We stopped looking as we saw the huge, ugly animal, hunched over in the living room. Chomping on a bloody chicken bone, I had given it earlier. We watched from the side of the wall in the kitchen. It was growling and slobbering all over the bone, trying to snack on the chicken bone until it was all gone.
Taking out his crossbow, strapped around his back, the werewolf hunter quickly shot an arrow in the back of the hungry, hairy werewolf creature in the living room. It dropped the slobbery chicken bone to the ground. And howled in agony.
We hide behind the kitchen wall. As we heard the hairy monster take out the bloody arrow from his back. He stepped into a path of moonlight from the living room window. We both closed our eyes and tried to remain still. As we shuddered with fear at the sound of the werewolf in the living room, howling. It was calling for help from the others.
A few moments later, we gasped. After we heard the other two vicious werewolves come crashing down the staircase from upstairs. One of the werewolves on the left had two different red and yellow glowing eyes. Holding the silver dog whistle in its claws, the creatures howled.
Sniffing the air, with their long animal snouts, the werewolves quickly went crashing through my living room window. They hurried to get back to the woods. Before the sun was about to come up.
"You're going to be alright, kid," whispered the werewolf hunter, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders. "We're going to have to go to the hardware store and buy some wooden boards. To board up your windows to keep the monsters from getting back inside your apartment," he said, looking out the broken living room windows.
The werewolf hunter was about to open the front door and leave me alone, by myself. When I started to follow him. "I don't want to stay here, alone by myself," I said, trying to keep up with the pursuing werewolf hunter. Who was looking around the fence blocking the other neighbor's front porches.
The werewolf hunter stopped looking around the white picket fences and turned to face me. "You can't come with me," he said, honestly. "It isn't safe. I can't always protect. We have to watch out for our own selves. I can come back every night, before you go to bed. To check on you. Until we get the cure to everybody living in Different Place, the nighttime is not safe for anybody here," the werewolf hunter said.
I wanted to pretend this was all a bad dream. I didn't want to become a predator of eternal darkness. To walk the night, in search of their prey. If everybody didn't protect themselves from becoming supernatural animals, the whole town will be affected by monster poison made by the witch of the woods.
I didn't want to ever become a hairy animal. To cause mischief. I needed a weapon to keep the scary monsters from coming back to my apartment. I grabbed hold of the werewolf by his brown uniform jacket.
"I need something to at least defend myself at night," I said, urgently. After staring into space, the werewolf hunter turned his crossbow weapon to the ground, pointing it away from me. I gulped nervously.
"I'll come back tomorrow night, to check on you, okay, kid?" the werewolf hunter said, making a promise. "I've got to go pay a visit to the witch in the woods. Stop her from turning both of us into monsters before Halloween, next week," he said.
He wasn't making me feel any better. "What if they come back after you go see the witch tonight?" my voice squeaked nervously. "It may be too late when you get back to me," I said.
It seemed the werewolf hunter was lost in his thoughts. Then, he was being dragged away.