Good afternoon, House of Madness monsters:
We always see monsters and other atrocities wreaking havoc, but what if the roles were reversed? As always, thanks for reading!
The Last Supper
Reg Dolson was different than the others; contrary to what you read in books or see in the movies, he actually enjoyed his curse (if you wanted to call it that - he called it a blessing), and couldn't wait for that one night a month (sometimes two!) when the moon was full, and his transformation took place. In the movies, werewolves almost always loathed what they were, and practically begged someone else to end their rampages of undignified carnage. Not Reg though, he coveted every full moon weeks before it happened, salivating at the thought of his next potential victim. Reg had been at this for decades, perhaps even a century, and he'd managed to make it this far without capture by being meticulously diligent, and covering his tracks. In the films there's always shredded bodies and blood trails, but in real life when all the blood is drank, and every morsel of muscle and bone is devoured, evidence is non-existent. Once a month the moon will fill, and Reg will select a victim at random, always careful to ensure seclusion and anonymity, but this month he had something special in mind; for the first time since he was turned all those many years ago, Reg Dolson had pre-determined his next victim, which would ironically be his last.
Tammy Smythe loved everyone, and in return, everyone loved her. Sure, she was bubbly and was over-the-top friendly, but that was her charm, and it was almost impossible to resist, especially if you were in her inner circle. Tammy worked at the local grocery store as a cashier, and everyone always flocked to her checkout line even if it was the busiest, not only because she was beautiful, but she was efficient and was simply a pleasure to talk to; sometimes the teenage boys would go through the cash asking how much something was just to get a chance to talk to her, but she didn't mind - she was young once too. One day Tammy would finish her degree in college and get out of this minimum wage lifestyle, but until then Chatty Cathy's and oogling teenagers are what filled her days, and that was just fine.
It was just another regular Tuesday when Tammy was about to close her line and head up to the office to count her till, when one last customer came rushing through the front doors. Tammy looked at her watch - 9:59p.m. and said "Sir, we're closing for…." and was interrupted by Reg Dolson insisting "I'm just grabbing a gallon of milk, I'll be fast!" to which she rolled her eyes and gave in to his request. "Why does someone wait until the last minute every night!?" Tammy thought to herself, but as Reg placed the milk on her conveyor belt, she found herself thanking him for being so fast, and even brought herself to smile while saying it. "I'm sorry for the last minute shit" Reg said, "I just got off work and hate going out late for staples, especially when it's a full moon". "My friend works at the hospital and says full moons always mean it's gonna be busy" Tammy chuckles as she hands Reg his change, and can't hear Reg mumble "Not as busy as we're going to be" as he shoves his change deep into his jeans pocket.
Sometimes Tammy drives her old beat up Pontiac Sunfire to work, sometimes she rides her bicycle, and sometimes she walks home from her job. Today she has decided to walk, not simply because the weather is nice (which it is), or because she wants the exercise (which she does), but mostly because she knows Reg is coming and doesn't want the hassle of cleaning the interior of the Pontiac or wrestling on a bicycle. Tammy would much rather be on foot where she's in full control, and can easily blend in with her surroundings should the situation arise; until then, she will simply walk towards home until Reg makes his move, his final move.
Tammy has barely made it across the parking lot and into the field across the street before she hears a rustling in the bushes to her left. Instead of playing it cool and calm as she is currently feeling, Tammy bellows "Who's there!?" in her best scared voice in hopes of luring Reg out. Silence. After a few more steps a large shadow appears in front of Tammy about fifteen feet away and slowly rises until it's fully upright, about eight feet tall by the time it's fully erect. "What do you want!?" Tammy says with fake terror as the beast closes in. "I'm huuuuuuuuuuungry" the shape says as it inches even closer, "I've been eyeing you for a long, long time" it says as Tammy holds her ground. "Not as long as I've been eyeing you, Reg" Tammy says, and before he can compute what she just said, Tammy is on him, her solid silver fangs penetrating deep into his jugular, and in an instant the beast is gone, and the frail, naked corpse of Reg remains. Tammy wastes no time feasting on every ounce of Reg's body, and when she finally finishes his last baby toe, she burps and can't help giggling; in fact, Tammy giggles the whole way home.
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