The Date.

Lycanthropy. The ability to take on the traits and appearance of a wolf. Yes, we are talking of the werewolf, one of my utmost favourites of books and movies! So much so that several of my tales feature my hairy friend - including this one!

She'd liked him since that autumn day

when he'd passed by her gate,

And like a magnet she was drawn

when he asked for a date,

At first she thought she should refuse

but finally she said 'Yes,'

And now she panicked as she tried

to find the perfect dress!

When dusk fell she was cool and calm

and knew that she looked good,

And then He came, and they set off

together through the wood,

She found he did not talk a lot

and thought he must be shy,

But being such a handsome boy

she could not fathom why!

Then all at once the boy just stopped

and turned to look her way,

She found she was quite nervous at

whatever he would say,

He looked at her with stricken eyes

as if he had to go,

His voice was low as he rushed out

"There's something you should know."

Then things just happened all at once;

the boy, he gave a cry

As he fell down onto his knees

with face turned to the sky,

The moon shone from behind a cloud

just like a silver sun,

And twisting round to stare at her,

the boy just shouted, "Run!"

A sudden terror raced through her,

as right before her eyes

His features changed, and clothing tore

as he increased in size,

His fingers popped to push out claws

and hair grew on his face,

He stared at her with blood red eyes

where she stood fused in place.

Then she was running for her life,

too scared a breath to take,

Behind her she could hear the beast

come crashing in her wake,

Her heart was lodged within her throat;

her terror was complete,

And then she felt the tangled root

that snagged around her feet.

Then she was falling through the air

until she hit the ground,

She lay there straining with her ears,

alert to every sound,

Then all at once the beast was there,

her weight pinned by his claws,

The last thing that she ever saw

was gaping yellow jaws.

And in a time not far ahead,

a girl sits on a swing,

She's new in town and sits and dreams

of love and everything,

Then something seems to catch her eye;

a movement by the gate,

A handsome boy who smiles at her

and asks her for a date.

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The Bath.

This tale is one of my 'little oddities' as I call them! It has no main character, or theme, but is just an ordinary story that turns very quickly into a nightmare!! It just came to me from out of the blue, and I quickly wrote it down! I hope you enjoy it!

Twas often my pleasure at the end of the day

to relax and soak all my tensions away,

Covered in bubbles and soothed by the steam

I'd close my eyes tightly and lie there and dream.

Until that one night that has not long gone by

that I still remember as clear as the sky;

I'd filled up the tub and I'd added some spice

to soften the water and make it smell nice,

Then I disrobed and stepped into the heat

and felt a contentment right down to my feet!

How long I just laid there I don't really know,

and then a vibration began from below.

Instantly curious I opened my eyes

to see the light blink out, much to my surprise!

Not unduly bothered, I sat up real slow

and felt something slimy brush past my big toe!

I jerked in the water in sudden surprise

and felt it again as it snaked around my thighs!

Thats when I panicked as something was wrong

deep down in my bathtub where it didn't belong!

Gripping the tub sides I struggled to stand

then felt something smooth pulling hard at my hand,

I fell back so heavily my head hit the base,

and lashings of tentacles wrapped round my face!

Unable to breathe, I just fought to be free

of what had now gripped and was pulling at me,

The water drained quickly, as now on my side

It pulled me to where the plug hole gaped so wide!

Frozen in terror and gasping for breath,

I knew this thing dragged me toward certain death.

Down through the darkness my arms and legs flopped,

I knew I was dead as my poor heart had stopped!

Then, with a jerk I sat up in sheer fright;

water sprayed skyward and hissed on the light!

I realised then it had all been a dream,

I'd slept in the bath, too relaxed from the steam!

And as I sat smiling in sudden relief.....

I felt the vibration that started beneath!

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The Mirror.

Mirrors have long held a dark fascination for us, either as gateways to another world or portals for the devil. To gaze into one is to glimpse an illusion, something that sometimes isn't really there! Not bad for an ordinary sheet of glass, for thats all they are.....isn't it??

While passing a small antique shop

he looked in through the glass,

An object seemed to glint at him;

a mirror with frame of brass,

Before he could control himself

he'd entered through the door,

this kind of rash behaviour

he'd never done before!

The mirror was quite hideous,

from up close that was clear,

Yet when he left soon afterwards

He held it gently near,

From that day on the mirror hung

upon his bedroom wall,

He soon forgot his impulse buy

and acting like a fool.

Soon after the bad dreams began,

they plagued him every night,

He'd hear his voice called soft and low

and wake up with a fright,

But then one night when he awoke

he still could hear his name,

and getting up he followed it

right to the mirrors frame.

And as he stared into its depths

he felt it pull him near,

The force so strong he couldn't resist

until he disappeared.

And if you think this tale is strange

and the mirror isn't real,

It waits inside an antique shop

for another soul to steal.

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