“It’s like this,” Christine explained, “My twin children Rowan and Gloria are normally very tidy and put together young people. I instilled within them a sense of pride for keeping clean and well mannered, and for a while they were perfect angels. Then came their 18th birthday… they were out with their friends when suddenly… I don’t know what quite happened… Neither Rowan nor Gloria have told me why exactly this happened, except that they might have been cursed.”
“Cursed?” Marcia raised an eyebrow at the mention of that word, “I happen to have a particular specialization in detecting the origins of curses and hexes. What kind of curse is it exactly?”
“Well… on nights when you can see the moon,” Christine explained, “they transform into these terrifying… abhorrently filthy monsters! Mind you it’s not just the full moon, but any night the moon isn’t being hidden behind the clouds. They turn eight feet tall, morbidly obese, and stink to high hell! Their bodies coat themselves in scraggly black and white fur with long brushy tails and pointed snouts… exactly like skunks!”
“Wereskunks?” Marcia blinked, “My my… that’s certainly a branch of lycanthropy I haven’t dealt with before. I know they exist, but I’ve never seen one in person! Ma’am, you’ve just given me a fantastic opportunity! Please, tell me more about what they do.”
“W-well,” Christine continued, “when they transform they usually waddle out into town and ransack any fast food they can get their paws on, eating messily and purposely ignoring their manners mind you. They presumably meet up with others like themselves to… c… copulate with other wereskunks… Something needs to be done before these bad habits start affecting their human behaviors!”
“Christine Atwell, I give you my assurance,” the Paranormal Private Investigator declared, “that I will get to the bottom of this and put an end to it. I swear on my badge as a private detective.”