There was nothing Russell or I could do, to protect our two sons, from being captured against their will, with the hairy, hungry werewolf. Who had crashed through the living room window, without any suspicion the creature had followed us from the dark woods.
It was a little after midnight, I found myself waking up in the living room, where a path of moonlight showed a path of blue light beside us, in the living room. I jumped with fright, at the sound of our antique grandfather clock, striking twelve midnight, in the upstairs hallway.
Startling my husband, he jerked awake. Screaming at the top of his lungs. I told him to remain calm. But he was too startled to be aware he had been knocked unconscious, earlier. "Relax and stay calm, love," I said, barely above a whisper. I didn't want my husband to get a heart attack, because some hairy monsters had scared us too much to believe they were real.
My hurt husband drearily tried to open his eyes awake. "It took our children to the woods again, tonight, babe," I said, trying to get Russell to listen to me. "We can't let the hairy shape-shifters get away with taking the children to be turned without defending themselves, first, dear," I said, matter-of-fact.
But it seemed Russell, my unconscious husband, wasn't interested in paying attention to me. "You shouldn't have anything to worry about our children, Emma," I heard Russell finally whisper to me, in a choked whisper.
As Russell was slowly trying to sit up, next to the couch in the living room, I tried my best to support him, from passing out again on me. "But the wild werewolves in the woods took them from us again, tonight, babe! What are we going to do, if the monsters do something worse than turn them like themselves?" I asked, my heart was pounding heavily inside of my chest. I was getting a headache and my face was covered in sweat. I had to calm down and relax.
"I won't let anything happen to our two kids, babe," coughing, my husband, Russell, said, stirring awake. "You have my word, I won't let those dark monsters of the night hurt anymore children in this town," he said, coughing up some blood, in his mouth onto his hand.
Staring at my husband's eyes, I suddenly felt sorry for him. "You're sick, babe," I said. I walked down the dimly lit hall to the bathroom. I grabbed some tissue paper out of the cabinet under the sink. I walked back to the living room, where I watched my husband sit up on the couch. I stopped him before he wiped his bloody hand on the seat of the love couch. "No! Don't get the couch stained with your blood!" I shouted, he jumped with fright. Coughed and nodded. He sat his back against the side of the couch and sighed and breathed heavily. He watched me hurry over to him.
I grabbed his bloody wounded hand, and wrapped some white, cotton tissue around his hurt hand. "Thank you, love," Russell said. "I'm feeling better, babe," he said. He moved closer to me and gave me a sweet, little kiss on the side of my cheeks. "Let us get through the night. I'll call the police tomorrow, first thing in the morning. And report our two children have been kidnapped from our will, in the middle of the night," Russell said.
I took a seat next to my man on the couch in the dimly lit living room. I put the roll of tissue paper on the coffee table in front of us. I didn't want anything to happen to our kids or ourselves, for the matter.
"What's it worth, I believe you will protect our little family from getting separated," I said. Then, there was a bolt of lightning from the thunderstorm outside our rental house we lived in. Plunging us into total darkness. Screaming, I grabbed a flashlight in the kitchen drawer and turned it on. "I don't think we're alone tonight, love," I said, showing the flashlight on the couch, where my husband was sitting.
But I gasped! I saw my love wasn't there on the couch, where he was sitting. "Honey? Where did you go?" I felt silly for talking out loud to myself. I walked over to the front door. It wasn't locked. I slowly opened the front door.
Pointing the flashlight out on the front porch, I jumped back with startlement! Standing in front of the door was my husband, holding onto both of our sons, Mark and Valentino in his strong grasp!
"Kids! Where have you been?" I asked, worriedly. But Russell had a hand around their mouths, to keep them from talking. I stepped back as I watched Russell enter the living room as he closed the door behind him.
"You won't believe what I found our two kids were doing in the backyard, trying to sneak into the garage," Russell said, trying to explain. "I think our children were sleepwalking or something, honey," he said, tightening his grip around their back with his hands on them.
I shook my head in disbelief. "It doesn't make sense, dear," I said, with confusion in my voice. "How did you know where they disappeared off to, with that hairy beast who came from the woods?" I asked, trying not to cause much tension.
Russell laughed and shrugged. "I could hear them howling at the full moon, in our backyard, trying to get into our garage. Looking for a way back into our house, without us knowing about it," Russell said, shoving Mark and Valentino at my arms. I almost dropped the flashlight in my hands. As I caught Mark and Valentino in my grasp.
Then, I watched as Russell closed the front door and locked it behind him. "Don't let these two monsters out of your sight, tonight, dear," Russell told me, fear-stricken. "There's a full moon out. It could make them not be themselves if we let them out of our lives," he said, looking out the draped curtains of the living room window.
He gasped. Holding onto Mark and Valentino, I moved closer to meet up behind my husband, and two kids by my side. "Hoeny, we're not alone," he said. Hearing a wild animal howl at the night of the full moon, we all covered our ears.
Before we knew what happened next, dark animal fur started covering all of our bodies. Our muscles started tightening and getting stronger. Our stomachs were getting cramps as we all got hairier and we each leaped out of the broken living room window. Howling at the full moon in the stormy, foggy night.