Oswald "Ozzy" Geinn was walking home from the bar. The 22-year-old college student
had had a rough week of finals and needed to unwind. No heavy drinking, just a
couple of beers and some smooth jazz. After all, he felt he had done well on his
exams and thought he deserved to relax. And besides, Ben was throwing a Halloween
party tomorrow night, plenty of time to get wasted then.
As he thought about the annual party and how his costume would surprise his friends,
Ozzy didn't notice the darkness seeming to creep in around him. It wasn't until he felt
a tap on his shoulder that he turned around and noticed the absence of streetlights.
The moon was full and bright, however, and he saw no one there. He turned around
again and began walking home. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad
was happening.
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He walked through the door of his dormroom. He flicked on the lights, which didn't
work either. 'Must be a power outage,' he thought.
"Jack, I'm back!" he called to his roommate.
No answer.
He walked over to the window and opened the blinds, letting in the strong moonlight.
What he saw was horrifying.
Jack's body lay across his bed, half-eaten. His entrails sticking out and blood pooling
around him. The corpse already stank of intestinal juices and raw meat.
Ozzy held back the urge to blow chunks at the gruesome sight. He tried to quite his
breathing as well. For all he knew, the culprit could still be in the room.
With a hesitant hand, Ozzy picked up a textbook and used it to flip Jack over.
Something wasn't right.
It looked as though Jack had been in the middle of transforming into something at the
time of the murder. His face seemed more angular and sharp while Ozzy noticed that
his ears were pointed. Ozzy might have said elf if he believed in such things.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom creaked open, and a shadow steeped into the
faint light. By now, Ozzy had adjusted to the dim lighting and could make out a
beastial form in the dark.
Scared almost to the point of fainting, Ozzy slowly sank against the wall, hoping the
creature would not see him. Unfortunately, it had.
The very big thing jumped onto the bed and landed in Jack's corpse. The organic
squish that it made was trying his will not to hurl right then and there. The creature
appeared to be hairy and animal-like. When it turned it's head, Ozzy thought he saw
the outline of a wolf.
'Werewolf!' his mind screamed,'You're gonna die!'
The werewolf got closer still. If Ozzy had reached out a hand, he could have touched
it. However, at the risk of having it immediately ripped off, he put that thought out of
his head.
The lycan was now close enough that Ozz could feel his breath and smell the flesh
from his recently devoured friend.
Just as he thought it was going to eat him, a scream came from down the hall,
drawing the werewolf out of the room to investigate.
Ozzy, however, didn't notice, he had fainted against the wall.
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Ozzy awoke, slumped against the wall. The room smelled even worse now that the
body had had time to ripen.
He got up very slowly, for fear that the creature might have returned. Fortunately, it
hadn't. Though Ozzy wasn't sure that it wouldn't soon.
It appeared that the power was back on, though not quite as strong as it was
supposed to be. The usually bright hallway lights were only dimly lit and flickered every
once in a while.
Ozzy looked at his now functional alarm clock; 9:00am. But looking outside showed
the same night that had led him to this nightmare in the beginning.
He tried the phone, but the line was dead. Apparently, there was more than just the
werewolf to worry about.
Ozzy stood and, being a religious man, said a prayer for Jack.
On his way out, he grabbed the aluminum baseball bat they had kept for protection.
He also went next door to Jerry and Robert's dorm. Neither was there, but luckily their
gun was. Ozzy loaded the Glock pistol with one clip and put another two in his coat
pockets.
Heading out in the hallways, Ozzy found more scenes of carnage. Some torn apart
and eaten, like Jack, others stabbed or shot, and still more were lying there with pure
terror on their dead faces.
Ozz heard something coming up the stairwell. Ducking back into a recessed doorway,
he readied the pistol and bat. He prepared for the worst creature he could possibly
imagine. The door flew open. 'Well I was close,' Ozzy thought.
Running out of the stairwell was this dorm's only openly gay kid. Aron Chase came
speeding through the hallway in khakis and a pink polo shirt. It was made even more
disturbing by the fact that he was covered in dried blood.
"Ozzy!" he yelped as he spotted you. "Oh my God am I glad to see you!"
"Shut up!" you hissed.
"Oh, don't worry, I've checked the entire building. The monsters are gone."
"Monsters?"
"Yeah," he said, surprised,"Didn't you see them?"
"Well yeah, but..."
"What else could they be?" he asked the obvious.
"Where's your weapon?"
"I...uh...don't have one."
"Well here, can you swing this bat?"
"Just 'cause I'm gay doesn't mean I'm a wuss," he said haughtily. With that he took
the bat and struck a large hole through the plaster and drywall.
"Fair 'nough. Let's see what the rest of D.C. looks like."