By Leigh Patterson
While lying on the sofa, I scratch my back and feel blood coat my fingers. Something must have bit me last night, but I struggle to remember where or when it happened. Judging by the size and shape it must have been a large dog. I start to feel strange and I go outside to try and cool down. As I sit on the grass looking up at the sky my body starts to convulse and change into something not human. After ten seconds of agonising pain I look up to the sky once again and howl at the full moon.
Was the woman date raped? Did she meet someone while under the influence of something, get taken advantage of, and realize it the morning after? If either of these situations is the answer, the perpetrator is a sick. Is that why she called the person a dog? Did the realization of what happened turn her into a dog, a person sick in another way? Like she became an abuser? Or was she howling like a dog to release the pain of reality? Very intriguing story? Can someone else write an interpretation. Or could Lee explain this frightening event?
The person was bitten by a werewolf and thus has become one. The reference to a “large dog” and the line “howl at the full moon” are clues.
Woe be to Dracula who attacks a sleeping victim. Have you no heart to call your own?
Entertaining and thought provoking, thanks. Sometime that “thing” that transforms us can be violent and quick, as you portray, or the agony can last for years.
Great werewolf story. Well done!