The Werewolf

A screeching sound of a woman screaming fills the house with chills. It’s two o’clock in the middle of the night, and the moon lights Barry’s bedroom. The sound woke him up; he stood on his feet in a second. He knew it was his wife; she was in great pain. The closed bathroom door muffles the screams. The light is open, and Barry can hear growling and scratching.

“Are you all right?” he asks his wife gently.

He knows she could be quite a monster when she’s in pain. He better talk to her with white gloves on. He asked her if she wanted water, hot Milk, or a pickle and ice cream. He hears some cracking sounds. He tries to open the door, but the door locks from the inside. After a while, the cracking sound and the screams fade away. Then the door opens, and without hesitation, he barges in. His wife’s sitting on the cold ceramic bathroom floor naked. Holding on the side of the bathtub, he kneels to be at her side.

He hugs her, not too hard, not too softly. That’s all he could do for now. Do you remember what the doctor said? He whispered in her ear. One week, and it’s all going to be over, the patient’s husband said. As he helps her up, the mirror reveals scratches all over her back. Barry’s not stupid; something is wrong with his wife. He’s walking with her slowly, putting her back to bed. You have to sleep; it’s late, said the scared husband.

The moon is still shining down on the window and through the shade as Barry still has his eye open in the horizontal position beside his pregnant wife. Barry wakes up to the smell of grilling bacon in the iron pan. His beautiful pregnant wife smiling like yesterday never happened. Barry’s trying not to look suspicious as he takes every step down the stairs. He acts like yesterday was only a bad dream for him and her after all the morning greetings. He sits down and asks her if she’s okay. As she’s about to answer the question, Barry hears a watery sound splashing on the floor. It’s time to go to the hospital. Barry’s stuck in place as if his feet are in concrete.

In the immaculate hospital room, they are waiting to see the doctor. The first to show up was a nurse, smiling and calm. Then another nurse, this one, was stressed, with a stern face and not smiling. Somebody’s pushing the door and talking loudly to somebody far away in the hall. The doctor finally comes in, the old version of Doctor Doggie. Barry hopes he’s better than in the TV show. After three hours of pushing and screaming, the baby finally came out.

The doctor and his maternity team step back when they see the baby. It’s a girl, a furry puppy kind of baby with fur all over her skin—grey wolf-colored fur. Everyone is shocked, and there is a silence of death in the room. The baby Girl starts crying. The nurses take her right away to take some vital sign tests to see if everything is okay. Barbara wants to see her newborn child.

One month later, The full moon arises again in the black sky of September. Barry receives a phone call from his boss and has to leave town for two or three days. His wife is going to be Alone with the newborn baby. He makes sure she’s okay before leaving. She put the furry baby in a dog cage and locked it. Barbara looks at her reflection in the dresser’s mirror while removing all her jewelry. She takes her clothes off, opens the window, and waits naked with the wind kissing her body.

The night is taking over as the sun gets lower and lower. Hair starts to come out of her skin. Her legs are getting longer and stronger, her jaw is getting longer, and she is more like a dog than a human. The pain she goes through every full moon is unbearable. The baby starts to cry, just hearing her mother scream like a wolf.

Once her transformation is over, she will not look like a wolf or a woman. It’s a creature between a wolf and a human. She jumps out the window on a hunting spree. Five hours later, she’s back in the room, crawling in by the open window. She lies on the floor as the sun rises, showing a little light between the sky and the horizon Line. She starts to regain her human body as her muscles and bones return to the human form.

As she lies naked on the floor, exhausted from the hunt, the scratches on her arms show how tough the battle was. With blood on her arms and around her mouth, she starts to regain consciousness after a cold shower. She cleans away the proof of a fierce fight with some animals with claws. She needs to sleep, but before she does, she has to unlock her child from the cage and take her to the bed with her. Old her tight in her arms; she knows it’s safe now. Luckily for her, Barry’s not coming home for another day or two. The scars on her arms will have a bit of time to heal. She Will need to wear long-sleeved shirts to hide the scars on her forearm.

One morning, when Barbara wakes Up, Barry’s already up. As she gets down to the kitchen, she does not hear baby Abigail, and that’s how she knows something is wrong.

“Where’s Aby?” she asks, scared of the answer.

Barry took her to the hospital for the doctors to find out what was wrong with her.

“We don’t need this.” says Barbara with Anger in His eyes.

After she calmed down, she explained to her husband that she knew what was happening to their baby. Barry initially did not believe her but changed his idea as the night fell and the moon was full. He saw his wife morph before his eyes and jump out the window. Barry passes out. When he regained his senses, she was already back in a human shape with Abigail still full of hair. She wants to leave this town in a hurry. She takes the baby and her luggage in the car, and off she goes. Barry didn’t have time to think of something.

Six years later, somewhere in northern Canada. Barbara lives in a wood cabin near a lake with Abigail. Outside, hanging upside down, there’s a Black Bear and two deer with cuts and blood dripping down. Abigail is playing inside. Knocking on the front door is heard in the cabin. Abigail will see who it is at the door, but her mother stops her just before she opens it.

“Wait!” says Barbara.

Barbara opens the doors slowly to see who’s outside. Barry is standing on the porch with a duffle bag. A tear runs down his face as he sees his daughter without fur for the first time. She looks like a little six-year-old Girl.

“Hi!” says Barry.

The end.