like everything close to me always turns to shit.”
“She does love you, though. I can see it.”
“I know, but right now I just can’t have her around.”
“I understand,” Jay said, cracking open a beer and grabbing a second one from his ice chest, throwing it at Arnie.
“Thanks,” Arnie said, catching it. “That is one for the books. A drunk Werewolf.”
“Yeah, it would be,” Jay said, also laughing. “You never did get around to telling me about Elena.”
“There is nothing really to tell. She wanted to tell me something. I don’t know what, but before she could, somebody killed her. I don’t sleep much anymore. It’s hard to, Jay. I keep seeing Elena lying there, dead, or see myself turning into that beast. She read my hand once. She saw something that day but never told me. She acted like she’d seen a ghost. The day she was killed, I think she was going to tell me what she saw.”
Why kill her though? Jay wondered. “What purpose would it serve?” Jay asked Arnie.
“I don’t know, but she knew something. I just wish I knew what,” Arnie replied.
“Well, the moon’s up and shinning and has been for the last hour and no wolf. I think it’s safe to say that at least that part of the legend is true,” Jay said with relief. “Just to be safe, let’s stay the night and drink up the rest of this beer,” Jay told Arnie, throwing him another can.
“It’s better safe than sorry,” Arnie replied, looking up at the stars.
“You miss Danny, don’t you?” Arnie asked as his friend looked at him sadly.
“Yeah, almost every day,” Jay replied.
“I miss him too,” Arnie replied, trying to fight the tears he had inside.
“It’s not your fault. You can’t help what’s happened. None of us can,” Jay said, sipping his beer.
“You remember that time we all went to the beach together?” Arnie asked.
“How could I forget? I had the worst sunburn of my life that summer.” Jay smiled.
I kissed Sarah for the first time, Arnie thought, picturing Sarah’s face in his head.
“I also remember Danny borrowed his dad’s boat and forgot to put the plug in it. He almost sank it. He must have thanked us a thousand times that day for helping him drain the boat and get it out of the water,” Jay said, laughing.
“It’s weird that all four of us have no brothers and sisters. That day I felt like we were all family. I felt a part of something for the first time in my life,” Arnie said, fumbling with his hands.
“I felt it too, Arnie.”
“That was a good summer. I wonder if I’ll ever have a good one like that again,” Arnie said, smashing his beer can with his hands.
“You will, Arnie. I promise,” Jay said, leaning back against the window of his
truck.
CHAPTER 19
Arnie’s Journal March 10, 1993
It’s been two weeks since I last turned. Been looking through the papers… so many murders. There’s been eight… all random. All have the signs that it’s the one that gave me this curse, but where to look? From what I can tell, it never attacks the same place twice. Had a visit from Inspector Dickhead again. It’s obvious he thinks I’m the one doing the killing. For the past ones at least I can say it is no fault of mine. Maybe I should tell this inspector guy what’s going on. Show him the tape and maybe he would believe me. Maybe he could help. Maybe I’m just dreaming. If I told him he’d have me thrown in a nuthouse and pin every murder on me.
Been doing a lot of research on werewolves. I never knew there were so many books on them. It’s funny how many people in the old days tried to become one. Who on earth would want a curse like this besides a psycho? As for the one that made me this way we don’t know where to start. It’s not like I can go looking
“She does love you, though. I can see it.”
“I know, but right now I just can’t have her around.”
“I understand,” Jay said, cracking open a beer and grabbing a second one from his ice chest, throwing it at Arnie.
“Thanks,” Arnie said, catching it. “That is one for the books. A drunk Werewolf.”
“Yeah, it would be,” Jay said, also laughing. “You never did get around to telling me about Elena.”
“There is nothing really to tell. She wanted to tell me something. I don’t know what, but before she could, somebody killed her. I don’t sleep much anymore. It’s hard to, Jay. I keep seeing Elena lying there, dead, or see myself turning into that beast. She read my hand once. She saw something that day but never told me. She acted like she’d seen a ghost. The day she was killed, I think she was going to tell me what she saw.”
Why kill her though? Jay wondered. “What purpose would it serve?” Jay asked Arnie.
“I don’t know, but she knew something. I just wish I knew what,” Arnie replied.
“Well, the moon’s up and shinning and has been for the last hour and no wolf. I think it’s safe to say that at least that part of the legend is true,” Jay said with relief. “Just to be safe, let’s stay the night and drink up the rest of this beer,” Jay told Arnie, throwing him another can.
“It’s better safe than sorry,” Arnie replied, looking up at the stars.
“You miss Danny, don’t you?” Arnie asked as his friend looked at him sadly.
“Yeah, almost every day,” Jay replied.
“I miss him too,” Arnie replied, trying to fight the tears he had inside.
“It’s not your fault. You can’t help what’s happened. None of us can,” Jay said, sipping his beer.
“You remember that time we all went to the beach together?” Arnie asked.
“How could I forget? I had the worst sunburn of my life that summer.” Jay smiled.
I kissed Sarah for the first time, Arnie thought, picturing Sarah’s face in his head.
“I also remember Danny borrowed his dad’s boat and forgot to put the plug in it. He almost sank it. He must have thanked us a thousand times that day for helping him drain the boat and get it out of the water,” Jay said, laughing.
“It’s weird that all four of us have no brothers and sisters. That day I felt like we were all family. I felt a part of something for the first time in my life,” Arnie said, fumbling with his hands.
“I felt it too, Arnie.”
“That was a good summer. I wonder if I’ll ever have a good one like that again,” Arnie said, smashing his beer can with his hands.
“You will, Arnie. I promise,” Jay said, leaning back against the window of his
truck.
CHAPTER 19
Arnie’s Journal March 10, 1993
It’s been two weeks since I last turned. Been looking through the papers… so many murders. There’s been eight… all random. All have the signs that it’s the one that gave me this curse, but where to look? From what I can tell, it never attacks the same place twice. Had a visit from Inspector Dickhead again. It’s obvious he thinks I’m the one doing the killing. For the past ones at least I can say it is no fault of mine. Maybe I should tell this inspector guy what’s going on. Show him the tape and maybe he would believe me. Maybe he could help. Maybe I’m just dreaming. If I told him he’d have me thrown in a nuthouse and pin every murder on me.
Been doing a lot of research on werewolves. I never knew there were so many books on them. It’s funny how many people in the old days tried to become one. Who on earth would want a curse like this besides a psycho? As for the one that made me this way we don’t know where to start. It’s not like I can go looking
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