Finn Monley

The Honest Werewolf

Finn Monley

I walked into my room. I was tired, annoyed, and damp from when I had spilled water on myself earlier. I had just gotten back from my late soccer practice. I closed the door to my room and leaned my head against it. I sighed. Then I heard something coming from behind me. A sound I had never heard before, like of a low growling.

I turned around slowly. Something was off about the room. The door to the closet was cracked open just enough to see everything inside very dimly. I just shrugged and sat down on my bed. I pulled out my laptop and started watching YouTube. Then I heard it again. I put on a confused look and turned toward the closet again. Two gleaming eyes stared back at me. I’ll just be honest when I say I didn’t care. I was too tired.

I called out to it, “Is this some sort of prank?” I heard a sigh come from inside the closet. The door opened, and a full-fledged werewolf stepped out. I quickly scrambled to the other side of my bed and pressed myself against the wall.

“Here I am! You happy?” the beast said.

“W-what?” I squeaked out.

“It’s almost like you didn’t even notice me when you walked in here,” said the thing.

“Y-yes, that is true. Now get out of my house, you cosplayer!” I was convinced this was someone in a costume.

“Nah bro, I’m the real thing. And I am just gonna be straight up with you: I am gonna eat you right now.”

“If you are really a real werewolf, I need to see your teeth,” I said cynically. The creature opened its mouth so far that I could almost see its previous victims in the stomach. “Oh crap,” I said.

“Oh, good—now you believe me!” The werewolf sat down on my bed. “So, basically I am going to chew you up and ingest you,” it said. I was confused as to why a werewolf was casually sitting on my bed and talking to me.

“Well…” I paused. I was frantically planning an escape.

“You know, if you try to escape, I will grab you with my razor-sharp claws,” the werewolf said. It put its hand in a high five symbol and five-foot-long talons were pulled out. “They are retractable,” it said. “Pretty cool, right! Well, I guess not, when you are getting your insides ripped out.”

I slumped over in defeat. “Just eat me already,” I mumbled.

“Gladly!” said the werewolf.

The Pink Door

Finn Monley

The door was pink. A bright pink. It hurt my eyes to look at it. But I didn’t want to look away. I looked across my room to the window, and it was still raining outside. “Nothing else to do,” I said.

I had returned home from school about an hour prior and had once again spilled water on myself on the way home. I must have some sort of condition, because this happens to me every day. It didn’t really matter in the end, though, since it was pouring water from the heavens above anyway. It had been for the past three days. Good thing I didn’t live in a place where it snowed.

I moved a little closer to the pink door. It was maybe three or four feet high. Three feet wide. The door handle beckoned me to turn it. I could feel a strange vibe coming from inside. I decided I might as well open the door now and not wait any longer, drowning in tension. It was surprisingly heavy, but I managed to pry it open. I almost fell into the abyss that was on the other side. “Frick…” I mumbled.

I stuck my head into it and peered around each corner of the door. Nothing but blue sky and fluffy clouds from every direction, including down. I suddenly felt a pull on my leg. I looked down to see what it was but wasn’t able. The force that was grabbing onto my ankle yanked me out into the void. I screamed the hardest I have ever screamed. I couldn’t tell which way I was going; it was all the same. I passed out.

I awoke in a daze. Everything was fuzzy around me. “C’mon kid, wake up!” I could hear an odd, high voice say. I lazily grumbled to myself, not knowing what was going on and having most of the oxygen in my body depleted.

“This kid is out!” I heard another voice say. This one sounded drunk. Another voice spoke directly into my ear. “WAKE UP, YOU KID!” This one was nasally and gruff. My vision unblurred, and I managed to see a colorful, cartoonish building. “Now he is looking at the club,” the first voice said. I turned my head over to see Mackey Mouse himself holding a bunch of medical gear.

“Garsh, Mackey, he is looking at you now!” said Gofy, the second voice.

“Just put him out of his misery before he accidentally infringes copyright laws!” yelled Ronald. I passed out again.

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