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I cannot rest when the moon is full, it’s wintery presence keeps me wakeful. I wrestle with this affliction each winter, and thankfully the full moon on its cycle only happens twice.
By now I know when it’s coming, and I take precautions. I give my wife a sleeping tablet in her evening cocoa, and I’m glad that I do as I know she would not appreciate what happens.
It’s the growing of hair over my body, the seizing pain through my spine as it contracts then expands, bending and re-shaping my posture.
My teeth lengthen, and for a short time, I thrash in the bed as my mind goes to things other than sleep.
I experience a savage hunger, and the fact my wife is asleep beside me does little to quench the hunger that holds my body in its thrall.
At three in the morning, I am prowling the neighbourhood, and the cats are never safe though strangely the dogs I have little desire for.
But I crave flesh and human flesh, and I know people are beginning to put together the pattern. Full moon, someone goes missing, the footprints, the blood, it won’t be long before they come knocking at my door.
I try to stay hidden as stalking is a serious business when the result is satisfaction. One kill and I’m sated, and it doesn’t come over me until the next winter full moon.
I rest in my bathroom as my form always returns with the same pain it came on with.
I crawl into bed; my wife sleeps blissfully unaware of what once again I have buried under the house.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/09/29/first-line-friday-september-29th-2017/
Well done — worthy of Poe, Vincent Price, Lon Chaney Jr. et al.
Now cut that out, I’ll start believing it and then where will we be???
Howling under the full moon . . .
On a cold winter’s night? Not much appeal in that…
It would get your blood flowing . . .
Only if you run fast enough…to get away from me…
Now, why would I run? Grinning.
Large incisor teeth…
Really? It’s my canine’s that are wicked. Oh, so am I?
You wish….lol
Don’t I though! Boy do I wish!
LOL the comments between yourself and Lorraine were as enjoyable as the story Michael. Let’s hope the pipes under the house never need fixing. 😀
Lol..yes I live in hope..
What a good story. my first thought was also a werewolf one…..now I have to think of something else 🙂 Enjoyed that! ( Oh and to bite Lorraine… it’s your canines you need-better grip, better for tearing… sorry for being gross 🙂 🙂
You know if we all wrote something similar each story would still be different. Your take on a werewolf would be different to mine, after all the female perspective adds a different dimension. Go where you muse takes you. Thanks for stopping by Vivian.
Ok, then…. let’s see what develops 😊
Go for it.
wow, I’ve enjoyed your howling tale, Michael 🙂
Thanks lady lee
I have chills! Nice one 😊
Thanks Sarah…