Something brushed past me, I thought it was a rabid dog.
It bit me , the pain in my neck was excruciating. I beat the beast about the head with my camera, shattering it to pieces. My film of the grave robbers lost forever. I did not care, I needed a weapon to drive my attacker away form me.
I injured it I could see that as it limped off into the full moon lit night.
After I recovered form the shock of the assault, I managed to get to a hospital were I was given shots and antibiotics.
It was one month later that the strange events began.
When the moon was again full. I felt odd sensations throughout my entire body, the likes of which I had never felt. My head began to throb. I passed out.
The next morning. I awoke in a field, next to me the mutilated carcass of sheep, eviscerated.
My ragged clothing drenched in blood.
What was happening to me?
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What was happening to me?
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