The Other Side

Trying to get to sleep that night was impossible. Paul was struck by a million memories at once. His head ached as he tried to sort them out. Images flashed in front of him.

"Peter what are you doing?"

A tall man was looking at him. He looked around.

"Who are you?"

"Peter, are you alright?" A woman was looking at him, concerned. He felt a pain rush through his body.

"Help me," he begged the dreamlike people, but they didn't seem to hear him. They just kept talking to him. The pain was no longer confined to his head now, but spread throughout his body.

"Don't you remembah, Petah?" a shorter man with dark hair and big eyes asked in an accent. "It's the full moon."

"I don't understand," Paul said, half shouting. He let out a shout as he felt the pain increase in his stomach. He looked down at his hands and felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest.

His hands were now covered in a thick hair. It was the same color as the hair on his head, but it was thick. And his hands were changing shape. His fingers grew shorter and his nails longer and sharper.

Werewolves Eat Massachussetts he remembered. 'Could I be a....?" Paul was afraid to speak the word. They weren't real! They were only in those science fiction movies Michelle liked, right? Not real.

A shiver ran down his spine with a pain, and he held back a scream. Paul stood up and ran into the bathroom. The t-shirt he was planning to sleep in was ripped down the back and he could see the thick hair that was on his hands was now covering his back.

'Well, at least it wasn't a good shirt,' he thought with irony and then doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach.

He could see the hairs growing up his arms as fast as he could think. His arms were expanding, and the sleeves on his shirt were ripping. He could see the hairs spread over his shoulders.

As he bent over he could see that his pants were starting to rip as well, and he managed to stand up enough to take them off before they were ruined. He didn't have enough money to replace the clothes.

He took off his socks, too, and then fell to the ground, the pain too much for him to bear. He shut his eyes.

'This can't be happening, he thought to himself.

'It is, Petah. Don't fight it. There won't be as much pain if you don't, ' he heard the Englishman's voice say to him.

"Who - are -you?" he gasped. The voice didn't reply, though. He felt his spine curve and stretch, and his face began to feel pain. Paul gave into the pain and collapsed on the floor.

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