That Time I Caught My Daddy Changing Into A Werewolf

by Amber FoxxFire

It was a bright, full moon the night my father first turned into a werewolf.

I'll never forget the sound of his screams.

We were camping in the woods on my 19th birthday when it happened. He had been acting strangely all day, and when the sun went down, he started to feel sick.

I was sitting by the campfire, roasting marshmallows, when I heard a terrifying howl echo through the trees.

"What was that?" I asked, looking around nervously.

But no one answered. Daddy had gone into the bushes to take a pee and he should've been back by now.

I shivered.

Where was he?

Why was it so chilly all of a sudden?

My eyes scanned the darkness as every hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

Suddenly, I heard a low, rumbling growl.

"D-d-d-daddy?" I stammered.

I saw movement in the shadows from the direction daddy had gone. I don't know why I did it, but I cautiously tip-toed toward it - hoping to see him.

And see him, I did.

As I came upon a clearing, I watched in sick fascination as the form of my daddy started to twist and contort, morphing and growing.

His clothes tore off his body as fur sprouted from his skin. His face elongated, his mouth stretched, and his nose became a snout.

In seconds, he had turned into a giant, menacing beast.

A werewolf?

I started to scream, but daddy was upon me faster than I could open my mouth. I was terrified and frozen.

"Daddy? What's happening to you?"

The creature growled and snarled, its eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. It lunged at me, knocking me to the ground and pinning me beneath its heavy, muscular body.

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