Werewolf Forest

Thriller Stories | Apr 19, 2012 | 4 min read
20 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
I stamp down the underbrush with my boot. The dry leaves and dead plants snap sharply, like firecrackers. The moon, full, shines through the overhanging branches of the trees. Notes of the silvery light shone like pillars of silvery mist stretching into the sky.  The trees, now dark and foreboding in the night, loom over as if looking down on me.  My footsteps seem explosive in the dead silence, unbroken except by the sound of small creatures dashing through the grass. I feel, as if I am being watched by the shadows themselves. The sensation seems to increase, like a gentle pressure at the back of my head. I quickly whirl around to face: nothing. Only the dark trees and darker shadows. I think I see moving figure, in the swirling darkness, seeming to be cloaked in the very dark of night. I hesitate, wondering if it is paranoia from my fear filled mind or an evil figure darker than night itself. The fear takes over, overloading my senses and controlling my limbs. I run. My feet flying below me, as if they were not my own, I fly over the terrain. The world blurs and all that seems real are my burning lungs and endless stride, my body fueled by sharp stabs of fear. My heart pounds ageist my chest, so loud I can hear it thumping in my ears. The shadow that is following me is gaining, its hulking form blotting out the shafts of moonlight, the air filled with the sounds of its hoarse breathing. The tremors of my footfalls jolt up my frantic legs, my breath expelling in clouds of whispery smoke in the cold night air. My boot catches on an upturned root and I fall, by body twisting below me. I call out as I fall because I know that it is all over. The monster gives a triumphant howl that echoes through the dark forest. What a fool I was, to think I would survive a night in Werewolf Forest, to think the stories were just stories! The ragged wisps of Grey clouds that had obscured the round moon now pull back, like drawn curtains and I see my pursuer, a hulking monstrous form, nether man nor beast but a horrible combination of both. Its horrible long teeth glisten with saliva and in place of hands, dark paws with ugly claws like black daggers. It howls once more into the blackness. I try to move, run, hide but my body feels paralyzed with fear, I can only scream and watch. The monsters head is silhouetted in front of the glow of the moon, before it plunges down, onto my prone body. Its teeth sink into my shoulder and the pain races through my body like a shock wave of icy spikes. I gasp as its fangs withdraw from my flesh and the last thing I see is the form disappearing into the darkness.
My eyes flutter open to a strange scene; I am lying in a soft bed, cleaned so I can smell the detergent. My mind wanders back to the strange dream I had, but when I glance over, I see my shoulder, wrapped in thick gauze and my fears are confirmed: It was no dream.  The light is blinding and my senses are hyperaware of everything, the smells of soap and anti-bacterial cleaning solutions. I hear the buzzing of the incandescent lights and people walking down halls and the sound of people talking. I hear and smell the young nurse long before she enters, accompanied by an older man with graying hair and a stethoscope around his neck. The first words out of my mouth are "where am I?"  The doctor provides me with the answer: someone who did not give his name or address had brought me in from Werewolf Forest, where I had been for two days. The doctor dabbed some horrible smelling anti-bacterial chemicals that stung both my shoulder and my super-sensitive nose and, the next day I was let go.
That was a month ago. Now I stand in Werewolf Forest, with the dark trees looming overhead and the full moons rays illuminating both the ragged clouds that cover it and the darkening sky.  The forest is new to my hyperactive senses; I can hear and smell every small animal, identify every bird chirp.  The clouds slide dramatically away from the bright moon they cover and the rays fall upon my face. My heart pounds and I feel a shiver of anticipation flash through my body.  My human hands, so soft and fleshy, become clawed paws, black pads replace my palms. I feel my small, rounded ears become pointed at the top of my head. I kick off my shoes and watch, astonished, as my feet become furred paws. My jaw pushes out, lengthening, into a wolfish muzzle, my nose becoming leathery and wet. The rush! Nothing could compare to the pure adrenaline rush I feel energizing my whole body, sending more shivers through my changing limbs. My entire body is covered by a rippling of fur and I feel my spine lengthening at its base, a wolf tail ripping through my clothes. I feel alive, like I had never, truly lived until this rebirth. I run, truly feeling what it is to be alive, feel the world whipping by, my heart beating in pure exhilaration.  I am the werewolf of Werewolf Forest, the power was passed by the werewolf that had bit me so long ago. I howl my song of pure bliss to the moon. I am free!

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JessicaElizabeth Jun 12, 2012

Wow, all I can say is wow. I could picture everything! Good story

Velma golden Jun 8, 2012

one of the best werwolf stories I have in a while , good for you Kepp up the good work velmaG

Wolf25 Apr 23, 2012

Wow you made like a realistic story bravo!

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