The Werewolf Before Christmas – 7

I reached the diner without incident. I unlocked the Expedition and climbed inside, started the engine, and cranked the heater full-blast. Then I sat behind the wheel for a few moments, trying to defrost. I didn't think I'd ever be warm again. I closed my eyes for a moment, just listened to the engine running,... Continue Reading →


The Werewolf Before Christmas – 4

(Ha, now it should be titled The Werewolf After Christmas.)   Stuart screamed. I ran to the door. Put my right hand on the handle--my left held the shotgun--and got a good look at why he was screaming. I dropped my hand and backed away. My feet tangled together, and I landed on my ass.... Continue Reading →

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