door and his lips curled back in a snarl. I shuddered, not from the sound but from its awful breath. It must not have brushed its teeth after its last victim. Shoulders were put to my door and the hinges began to give way under the pressure. The creature grabbed me and slung me over its shoulder like a chubby boa just as the door broke open. One of its paws wrapped around me and settled noticeably on my butt.
I faced the windows so I could only hear the collective gasp from everyone in the doorway. Judging by the suction half the floor must have been there standing and gawking at the thing. The creature must have been shy because he turned tail and fled into the backrooms. I swung around on its shoulders and saw the gaping mouths of my fellow boarders, Miss Peabody included. She had a look on her face that was both terrified and overjoyed. "Werewolf!" she excitedly exclaimed.
I didn't get to hear the replies of the other villagers before we disappeared into the bedroom. The creature took a hard right, reached the bedroom window and jumped out onto the fire escape. The rickety old thing shook and rattled at our combined weight, particularly mine, and I clutched onto its back.
"Not so hard," it scolded.
"You talk?" I gasped.
"And wash windows, but don't pull out any of my fur when I let you go." That didn't sound good.
Chapter 9
It wasn't. The creature let me go, got down on all fours and raced up the stairs like a hamster on its wheel. Leaning over him as I was I had a great view of the ground and the guy he'd thrown from my window. Whatever he meant to do with me he'd never get another chance to try. We passed by the fifth floor apartment and I heard screaming from inside. The creature smashed its hand through the glass and I expected us to go inside. We were at the end of the fire escape, after all, and there was no other place to go but down. That's where I was wrong, but first Cartwright stuck his head out my bedroom window. The pervert better not look at my underwear drawer. "Their stuck at the top!" he yelled to his compatriots.
We weren't stuck for long. The beast dug its claws into the attic wall and the debris fell down the fire escape, forcing Cartwright back inside. Paw by paw it climbed up the steep roof and onto the top. It ran across the top and jumped down onto the flat platform Greg had shown me earlier that day. It leaned down and I hurriedly slid off onto solid ground. The creature was exhausted and lay down for a breather. It had carried me up all those flights of stairs, after all.
I took my chance and dashed over to the door, but I found it was locked. Behind me came that same growling chuckle, and I swung around to find the creature stared at me with those bright yellow eyes.
"It's locked from the inside, remember?" it reminded me.
I gasped and spun around to find not a beast, but a man. Considering some men, I just repeated myself. It was also a familiar man because it was Greg, and he was only slightly more dressed than a newborn. He wore a pair of pants that looked like they'd been mauled by a pack of dogs, played with by some tigers, and then thrown to a kindergarten class to rip as they pleased. I lifted my arm and pointed a shaking finger at him. "Who-? What-? How-?" were my ingenious questions.
"Me, werewolf, and bad luck on a mountain pass one dark night," he replied. I had to sit down, and my legs obliged me by collapsing beneath me. I fell to the ground with a soft thud and in a puff of dust. Greg rushed over and knelt in front of me. "Are you hurt?"
I tapped my temple. "Only here because what you just said is so ridiculous." I admit now that I was in the first stage of good-grief: denial.
Greg smiled. "I just carried you up two flights of fire escape stairs and up the side of a roof. Why is this still ridiculous?"
"Because people just aren't werewolves," I protested. "Those things are just in old movies, they don't really-" He grabbed my hand and placed it against his bare
I faced the windows so I could only hear the collective gasp from everyone in the doorway. Judging by the suction half the floor must have been there standing and gawking at the thing. The creature must have been shy because he turned tail and fled into the backrooms. I swung around on its shoulders and saw the gaping mouths of my fellow boarders, Miss Peabody included. She had a look on her face that was both terrified and overjoyed. "Werewolf!" she excitedly exclaimed.
I didn't get to hear the replies of the other villagers before we disappeared into the bedroom. The creature took a hard right, reached the bedroom window and jumped out onto the fire escape. The rickety old thing shook and rattled at our combined weight, particularly mine, and I clutched onto its back.
"Not so hard," it scolded.
"You talk?" I gasped.
"And wash windows, but don't pull out any of my fur when I let you go." That didn't sound good.
Chapter 9
It wasn't. The creature let me go, got down on all fours and raced up the stairs like a hamster on its wheel. Leaning over him as I was I had a great view of the ground and the guy he'd thrown from my window. Whatever he meant to do with me he'd never get another chance to try. We passed by the fifth floor apartment and I heard screaming from inside. The creature smashed its hand through the glass and I expected us to go inside. We were at the end of the fire escape, after all, and there was no other place to go but down. That's where I was wrong, but first Cartwright stuck his head out my bedroom window. The pervert better not look at my underwear drawer. "Their stuck at the top!" he yelled to his compatriots.
We weren't stuck for long. The beast dug its claws into the attic wall and the debris fell down the fire escape, forcing Cartwright back inside. Paw by paw it climbed up the steep roof and onto the top. It ran across the top and jumped down onto the flat platform Greg had shown me earlier that day. It leaned down and I hurriedly slid off onto solid ground. The creature was exhausted and lay down for a breather. It had carried me up all those flights of stairs, after all.
I took my chance and dashed over to the door, but I found it was locked. Behind me came that same growling chuckle, and I swung around to find the creature stared at me with those bright yellow eyes.
"It's locked from the inside, remember?" it reminded me.
I gasped and spun around to find not a beast, but a man. Considering some men, I just repeated myself. It was also a familiar man because it was Greg, and he was only slightly more dressed than a newborn. He wore a pair of pants that looked like they'd been mauled by a pack of dogs, played with by some tigers, and then thrown to a kindergarten class to rip as they pleased. I lifted my arm and pointed a shaking finger at him. "Who-? What-? How-?" were my ingenious questions.
"Me, werewolf, and bad luck on a mountain pass one dark night," he replied. I had to sit down, and my legs obliged me by collapsing beneath me. I fell to the ground with a soft thud and in a puff of dust. Greg rushed over and knelt in front of me. "Are you hurt?"
I tapped my temple. "Only here because what you just said is so ridiculous." I admit now that I was in the first stage of good-grief: denial.
Greg smiled. "I just carried you up two flights of fire escape stairs and up the side of a roof. Why is this still ridiculous?"
"Because people just aren't werewolves," I protested. "Those things are just in old movies, they don't really-" He grabbed my hand and placed it against his bare
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