Alone in the darkness, your mind tends to wander. What was that sound! Where did it come from? Don't look under the bed. For if you did, you'd surely be dead. Grabbing your arm to drag you away. They couldn't find your body, even to this day. Investigations went cold because the Police had no clue. Your blood leading under the bed, with no body or head. Baffled of the incident, was it really true? The Beast that lurks in the shadows of your room. Tiptoeing from shadow to shadow to seal your doom. Ripping at your flesh, there's nowhere to escape. Not even Superman could save you, not even Batman with his cape. Your lifeless and limp body being dragged away for its feast. Maybe leaving a single finger at very least. The investigation lasted until a Cop found a tooth. The Vatican hushed the incident, and all of the proof. So, when you're alone, and hear the boards on the floor creek. Don't move a muscle, don't even speak. Don't look under the bed, or dangle a toe. Those fangs in its mouth are never just for show. For if you survive a Werewolf attack, chances are you'll be the one with blood on your face, following the innocent on a long bloody chase.
© Dale A Martinez