Lycan
Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 3:38 pm
The start of my Werewolf story:
Lycan
By Ghoul of the Graves
The blood curdling howl echoed through the foggy woods.
The windows were fogged up and the moon shone brightly through the glass panes.
Rob looked up from his books. The howl had sent a chill down his spine. His glasses began to slip down the bridge of his nose. He gently pushed them up into place and continued to study.
History was Rob’s favorite subject. His essay was nearly done and he would stay up all night to complete it if he had to. He was getting tired however and he ran his fingers through his dark brown curly hair.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned. His blue eyes were reflecting the moonlight. The silver light shone through his thick glasses and onto his face.
Rob then sat upright. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He pushed himself away from his metal desk and he stood up. Rob walked over to his white bedroom door which was littered with video game posters and he pressed the side of his head against it.
He could hear noises from downstairs. He opened his bedroom door quietly so he would not alert his mother and father who were in their bedroom. His parents could be heard laughing at a comedian.
Rob rolled his eyes and snuck over to the stairs. He leant down and looked between the bars on the support rail. He could hear scratching in the kitchen. Rob looked back to his parent’s bedroom and began to creep downstairs.
As he crept down not a single stair creaked which was unusual. When Rob reached the bottom he looked over to the kitchen which was dark. Whoever was in there obviously had pretty good eyesight. Rob could see the light from the refrigerator glowing dully inside the kitchen.
Rob walked down the darkened hall quietly. His glasses were steamed up by his warm breath. He peered round the corner and saw a large dog in the fridge. It was raiding it. That is what it seemed like.
Rob noticed that the dog’s fur was matted and dirty. This dog was probably a stray. Rob wondered how this dog had gotten in, he then noticed the moonlight reflecting off of something on the floor. Glass.
The dog had been strong enough to smash the window; this must have been a strong dog Rob thought to himself. His blue eyes then widened and he began to quake with fear as the dog raised itself up onto two legs.
Lycan
By Ghoul of the Graves
The blood curdling howl echoed through the foggy woods.
The windows were fogged up and the moon shone brightly through the glass panes.
Rob looked up from his books. The howl had sent a chill down his spine. His glasses began to slip down the bridge of his nose. He gently pushed them up into place and continued to study.
History was Rob’s favorite subject. His essay was nearly done and he would stay up all night to complete it if he had to. He was getting tired however and he ran his fingers through his dark brown curly hair.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned. His blue eyes were reflecting the moonlight. The silver light shone through his thick glasses and onto his face.
Rob then sat upright. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He pushed himself away from his metal desk and he stood up. Rob walked over to his white bedroom door which was littered with video game posters and he pressed the side of his head against it.
He could hear noises from downstairs. He opened his bedroom door quietly so he would not alert his mother and father who were in their bedroom. His parents could be heard laughing at a comedian.
Rob rolled his eyes and snuck over to the stairs. He leant down and looked between the bars on the support rail. He could hear scratching in the kitchen. Rob looked back to his parent’s bedroom and began to creep downstairs.
As he crept down not a single stair creaked which was unusual. When Rob reached the bottom he looked over to the kitchen which was dark. Whoever was in there obviously had pretty good eyesight. Rob could see the light from the refrigerator glowing dully inside the kitchen.
Rob walked down the darkened hall quietly. His glasses were steamed up by his warm breath. He peered round the corner and saw a large dog in the fridge. It was raiding it. That is what it seemed like.
Rob noticed that the dog’s fur was matted and dirty. This dog was probably a stray. Rob wondered how this dog had gotten in, he then noticed the moonlight reflecting off of something on the floor. Glass.
The dog had been strong enough to smash the window; this must have been a strong dog Rob thought to himself. His blue eyes then widened and he began to quake with fear as the dog raised itself up onto two legs.