You're walking with a companion named Nathaniel, whom you met just an hour ago, during a party held at your cousin's mansion. As you stroll under the full moon, you see the mansion's tall silhouette receding in the distance. The path seems less familiar in the darkness of the woods, and you feel a sudden cold chill in the air. Perhaps it is caused by the odd silence of your companion, who has been acting strangely for the past few minutes. A husky dry sound grumbles in his throat, and he suddenly mutters, "Let's explore the ravine. I know a place where we can relax."
As you both descend deeper into the woods, the man beside you undergoes a startling change. In the moon's odd splendor of shifting light, his arms and legs explode into a mushroom of fur. His muscles expand and sharp daggers of teeth lengthen from inside his snarling lips.
Suddenly there is no escape. The woods surround you everywhere. The silent companion beside you has turned into -- you guessed it -- a gigantic wolf. A big, bad wolf. And here you are, trapped like Little Red Riding Hood, without a picnic-lunch to offer the hungry fellow. "Oh my," you whisper, disheartened. "Oh my," you continue, dreadfully. "Oh my, my, my..."
Good thing you turned in the opposite direction from him. You needed the moment to make a fast start. In your backward glance over your shoulder, you see a startling transformation taking place. In the moon's odd splendor of shifting light, Nathaniel's arms and legs explode into a mushroom of fur. His muscles expand and sharp daggers of teeth lengthen from inside his snarling lips.
Oh my gosh, you tremble. The full moon can be a huge source of creepiness, but at least it's illuminating your path.
You seek to hide in the darkness. Good idea. But...on second thought, no. You cannot see in the darkness. The underbrush blocks out the lunar light. The monster shuffling after you can smell your frightened scent. The creature's giant snout flares, as it catches your whiff. GRRRRRRRRRRRR, it snarls, repetitively. You know it's not a compliment!
As you lunge past the hard ground under your feet, you hear the shuffling noise of huge feet clawing up the dirt behind you. The air is ripped apart by a thunderous roar as you gasp in terror, fighting the cold air in your flight to safety. As you frantically stumble into the spacious back yard of the mansion, the beast grabs the back of your jacket collar, pulling you back into its furry mitt.
You cannot reason with Darkness and Fear. Nathaniel is no more. The creature's blind animal nature has taken control. The last thing you see are its dark red eyes, and the last thing you smell is the stench of death.
Your jacket is ripped off your body, as you escape its clutches momentarily. Collapsing in desperation at the manor's entrance, you hear the beast behind you squeal in frustration as it thrusts your coat to the ground. Roaring in full rage, the creature resumes its chase -- meeting you at the locked mansion's door. You back up weakly against the door frame, staring at the monster as it circles you...one last time.
In your last act of desperation, you flick open the lighter's flame toward the monster, hoping it will scare off the creature. But a werewolf is not like mortal beasts. Fire does not disturb it. Your final thought is one of sickening fear, as the thing jumps in your direction.
In your last act of desperation, you suddenly remember the old folklore you once heard as a child: SILVER IS THE WEREWOLF'S FATAL WEAKNESS. You jab out with the silver pen, its sharp exterior plunging into the monster's furry hide. Crucial time is gained as the creature stumbles back in blind pain. The door swings open -- your cousin grabs you safely inside. Soon the authorities arrive, cage the beast, and sign it up for Werewolves Annonymous. The curse is eventually undone, the grotesque monster reverts back to normal, and you and Nathan (as you like to call him) become the best of friends.