Entry #56

The Moon Creature
by Little Puddle


I lay there in a pool of my own blood. My arm and neck stung as though I was attacked by thousands of bees. Having been laying there for so long, I tried to get up. My body leaned against the stair railing. I took a step up the first stair, then the second. I stopped for a break. I sat on the cold, hard cement. Again, I slowly pulled myself up using the railing. I fell back hitting my head on a stair, three steps behind me.

More blood flowed down the stairs. I had to get to the main office. I once more pulled my tired body up. One, two, three steps. Only five more. Slowly, I was able to pull my drained arms and legs up the last few steps. At the top of the stairwell, the wall was the only thing holding me up.

"Please, Police! Help me, please! I was attacked by a werewolf. I know it sounds crazy, but please help me!" Everyone was running.With my arm raised, I slowly chased after the people to get help. I turned a corner, facing a mirror. What I saw was hideous. As I looked closer, I realised that my bite was more than an attack. I was now a creature of the night, a killer. I turned and followed my footsteps. I had to get revenge. The moon would be my guide.