Werewolf

When sinister clouds pass over the moon and the night is still with nary a breeze, lurking in the underworld, hidden in the shadows there comes an evil that puts fear into every living soul. A man by day and a beast by night, this presence hides in the fog of a London lane, crouching and waiting for his victim to step into the yellow glow of the streetlamp - a young beauty with skin of milky white and lips of the reddest rose.. He springs into the air and before she has a chance to scream, places hairy hands over ruby lips and around her throat and she is dragged away into the bushes as a silent scream goes unheard. When the sun rises, there will be nothing except a man crawling in the dampness of a new morning, fighting the demons in a head that can not explain what he did or how he got there..