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Cabin in the Woods

Updated on March 30, 2014

By: Wayne Brown

I can still remember when I found that little place that was all my own hidden in that large trek of forest just off of Highway 61. It was my little sanctuary; the place I went when I needed to be alone with my thoughts and write. It was a small cabin with just enough room to sleep, eat, and work; a perfect little place isolated from all of mankind hidden in those peaceful trees where the sunlight would shine through in long, leaning beams highlighted with the dust and haze in the air which it cut through on its path to the forest floor.

I had owned the little cabin for years and attributed much of my success as a writer to the quiet solitude of its surroundings. I was at peace there away from the world and totally immersed in my own imagination. I was able to create that writing style which had brought me fame and paid the bills on a regular basis. The little cabin was not only a joy; it had become an integral part of my life as a writer.

All that changed two years ago on a quiet, dark, cloudless night in October. I had spent an entire week at the cabin and finished the last few chapters of a book with due date to my publisher. I was feeling a strong sense of accomplishment and pride in the work that I had turned out in the past few days. Normally I would have left the cabin by midday and made my way back to the city. On this occasion, I was so close to finishing and so embroiled in the work at hand. I paid little attention to the time. The afternoon wore on as wrote like a madman on crack. I could see the finish line and raced toward it as I tapped away at my laptop keyboard.

The book I was writing was a novel built around the story of a band of werewolves who lived on the forest fringe of a large city. These were people who had found each other over time and were fighting to survive as they wrestled the curse which had befallen them, a curse which came upon them during the full of the moon and made them thirst for the taste of raw human flesh. The animal within them surfaced making them howl and prowl the edges of the city in their lust for flesh. The subject was new to me as was the storyline. I was not the Stephen King type but my publisher convinced me that I needed to expand my circle of readers. This type of writing, he was convinced, would do it for me.

I had completed a great deal of research on the subject of werewolves learning more that I ever wanted to know of the subject. I approached the subject almost tongue in cheek not really believing such a twist of animal and man could actually exist. My research soon caused me to question my perspective. The more I read, the more I learned of the people who did believe, who had almost died at the hands of such a beast. I read of the experiences, the horrifying scenes of carnage in places where the beast had struck some victim unaware of the dangers that lay nearby. I saw the photos, the teeth and claw marks on the bodies, the damage…nothing about the grisly rendering appeared humanly capable. No, this was the work of a super-beast.

I guess you could say that in my research, I quickly became a believer. My book also took on new dimensions as I began to write from the very depths of that belief and awareness. My research had paid off but in the process had moved a subject from a place of absurdity in my brain to a place of fear in my heart.

As I finished my closing lines for the final chapter, I glanced at the clock and realized that it was much later that I had thought. Dark had fallen and I had planned to get back to the city by early afternoon. I would have people expecting me as I had told them I would be there. I was already late. I knew I just needed to pack up and get back and that is what I did.

The cabin was a little over a mile from the main highway connecting with it via a well-worn path through the forest. A road had never been built due to the expense of removing all the trees and clearing the ground. I had left the car in a patch of trees near the highway. This was my normal mode of operation and honestly I always looked forward to the walk to the cabin as I packed my supplies and laptop on my back. The trip back was always much lighter with only my laptop and a few dirty socks in the backpack. That was the case on the October night as I locked the cabin door around 8 PM in the evening.

I had never walked the path at night. This would be my first experience at picking my way in the dark but the moon was full offering some light even in the cover of the forest. I felt sure that I could navigate the path. I locked the cabin door and looked around one last time to make sure that everything was in order and nothing was left outside. I was off on my journey to the city. As I turned and walked off into the trees a lone coyote howled in the distance, at least I thought it was a coyote. I remember thinking that I had never noticed coyotes howling out here before. Then I dropped it and focused on following the trail.

As I plodded along the path I was soon overcome with the awareness of how quiet the forest is on a moonlight night. Other than the recent coyote’s howl, I was surrounded by total stillness, total calm. The only sounds my ears registered were the sound of my shoes rasping on the path and the rhythm of my own breathing as I kept the pace along the path rather brisk. Though the cabin was a quiet atmosphere, it did not rival this solitude of the forest.

At times, the forest canopy became so thick that the moonlight was shutout. I would lose sight of the path and curse my stupidity for not remembering to pack a flashlight. I was a writer woefully unprepared for operating in survival mode. I swore to myself as I walked promising that I would not come back without better preparation in the future. As I passed into the darkened areas my pace was quickening unconsciously. Soon I was beginning to feel a bit winded and my breathing was labored. As I came to a break in the tree cover, I stopped for a rest near a large rock beside the trail. I felt myself panicking a bit and yet I really did not understand why.

My breathing slowed restoring the quiet of the forest around me. I began to contemplate moving on. Suddenly, there was a blood curdling howl so very close by. I was caught totally off guard and gave totally in to my instincts lunging off in a quick run down the darkened trail. Soon I was running full-out in my fear and stupidity. I looked back over my shoulder at times and thought I could hear the sounds of something running behind me. I just ran that much harder.

The tree root stretching across the path was something that I would have seen during the day and stepped over it. On this run through the night, I could barely see anything blinded by an unknown fear that seemed to be slowly catching up to me on my escape from its grasp. On this night, my right foot hit the root head on sending me airborne long enough to lose my footing and land solidly on a twisted left foot. I screamed out in pain as the tendons of my left leg stretched unmercifully under the strain of my body weight falling to the ground. In the process, my forehead had brushed against the bark of a tree trunk opening a large abrasion across my brow. Blood now trickled from the wound and my left ankle was now hurting like hell.

I lay still for a few moments regaining my senses. I must be at least halfway to the car by now. It couldn’t be much further. I could not stay here with my fear. I had to get to the light, to the open space. Suddenly, the pictures from my research popped into my mind. The blood, the carnage, the ripped throats of the victims; pieces of bodies scattered about like a sheet ripped apart in a storm. In that moment I knew the source of my fear. In that moment I knew the howling that I had heard was not that of a coyote. No, it was something much more evil and deadly. It was something that must have followed me here with cruel intentions. It was something well-accustomed to working the moonlit night. I trembled as my blood ran cold at the thought of what could happen in the next few seconds.

I fumbled around with my hands on the ground near the path until I finally located a strong piece of old dead tree branch. I broke limbs off of it until I fashioned a crutch of sorts which I then used to raise myself from the ground. Limping and leaning on the crutch, I continued on my journey along the path. At times I would stop and listen. The solitude continued although on my second stop to rest, I swear to this day that I could hear that creature breathing in the dark nearby.

After what seemed like hours on the trail dragging myself along in fear, I finally limped up to the car. I was overcome with relief as the journey along the trail had been the worst experience of my life. I looked at my watch. It was ten o’clock. It had taken two hours to transit the one mile distance. As I retrieved my keys to actuate the locks, there was a scurrying sound in the brush up on the high forest floor above then there was this shrieking howl like no man who ever lived has ever heard to tell about it. I quickly scrambled into the car and locked the doors. I jammed the key into the ignition and said a prayer that the engine would start. It roared to life on the first try.

I slammed the gear selector into the reverse position and backed out of the treed area, then yanked the transmission into drive and floored the accelerator in my attempt to get on the highway. I saw movement on my left darting through the trees, racing, rapid movement, super human movement. There was something there, I was sure of it.

As my tires left the gravel surface and bit into the asphalt of the highway, they screamed for traction as I held the accelerator pedal to the floor and steered the car like a madman. The beast came out of the woods on my left running at a blinding speed looking much like a wolf but far more muscular and large. It stood erect on its rear legs as it ran in a direction bent on heading off my path along the highway. The beast and the car collided at full speed with the blow shoving the car sideways for a distance as the impact of the beast was absorbed into it. The animal slammed into the driver’s door totally enveloping that side of the car and rolling partially upon the roof. I heard the metal of the roof began to crush under the weight. I held the throttle on the floor as the car regained momentum and hurled the beast along with it on its path down the highway.

The left rear passenger window shattered as one paw of the beast shoved its way through. Hearing the glass shatter, I turned my head quickly to the left to glance into the rear area of the passenger compartment. At that moment, the kicking paw extended through the broken window slashed against my left cheek drawing blood along two parallel lines angling down the side of the cheek. I winced and pulled away in fright but continue driving the car which now was careening almost out of control down the highway.

The smell of the beast bled through the broken rear window. Blood from its injuries rolled down the windshield. It smelled of wildness and evil that I had never experienced. It smelled of testosterone, or at least how I imagined testosterone would smell. It smelled of strength, blinding strength. Then it suddenly fell away from the car and onto the road surface. Thinking it dead, I brought car to a stop and quickly looked back down the road only to realize that I had not killed or injured it sufficiently. It was up and moving in my direction again. I again floored the throttle and drove out of sight at all the speed that I could squeeze out of the car.

That was two years ago. I never told the story to anyone. I took the car to a self-service carwash and cleaned it up. I then told my friends that I had been involved in an unfortunate accident while returning from the cabin. I told them that I had swerved to avoid a deer that was crossing the road only to have the deer impact with the car and injury me in the process. It was a viable story and never questioned.

Since that time, things have changed for me. I have gone through some physical changes that I cannot explain. I am now a slave to the lunar cycle and live in dread of the coming of the full moon in each cycle. I am not totally aware of what happens to me but my research on werewolves and the experience that I suffered in the woods gives me a fairly good idea. I think my situation gets worse with each cycle of the moon and I feel certain that soon I will create a great amount of carnage and possibly hurt some of those people around me in the process. Given that awareness, I still cannot muster the courage to destroy myself and leave this world.

Six months ago, I sold my apartment in the city and moved to the cabin here in the forest. I continue to write novels and have become a recognized writer on the subject of fictional werewolves and the horrors associated with them. My writing has steadily improved making that first novel look like the work of a novice. Much of what I write hits the best-seller lists and sometimes goes all the way to the top. I am said to have the most imaginative mind of all fictional horror writers. By all accounts, I should be in the pinnacle of my career yet that is not the case.

My curse dealt to me by the scratch on my cheek continues to grow within my body. I am slowly maturing into a super-beast driven to rage with the full of the moon. I find myself thirsting for the smell of human flesh; overcome with the desire to tear into it with my teeth. I cannot bear to imagine how this will end. Surely, I am already killing on some level during my transformations. My memory is blank but at times there are stories I hear that have a familiar ring. I have removed myself from my circle of friends and avoid family as much as possible especially in the full moon cycle.

I currently spend my days working on a way to contain myself. I am converting the small shed in back of the cabin to restrain myself. I have reinforced the interior with a steel rebar cage and I am now installing a set of metal rings and chains which I will use to entrap myself in the cage. My plan is to move to the cage as the full-moon cycle approaches and restrain myself until it passes and allows me to return to a somewhat normal existence. I purposely put no food or water in the shed as I have no plan to nourish the beast. If a lack of water or food should be responsible for its death then I do not want to remove that possibility. I cannot kill the beast but I am willing to let it die.

The cabin has become my sanctuary and now it will be my prison of sorts. There is no cure for my curse other than isolation and restraint. If my restraint plan does not work, I am sure to be lurking about in these woods in search of human flesh.

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Below is a list of links with Halloween style stories by some fellow Hubbers and a few more by me as well. Enjoy! a fun poem by ladyjane1 a short-story by akirchner by SilentReed a short-story by Nellieanna by MartieCoetser by angel115707 by drbj a poem by poetvix a death poem by writinginalaska a smoking tale by Austinstar. a poem by Wayne Brown a poem by Wayne Brown a poem by Wayne Brown a poem by Wayne Brown a true account by Wayne Brown a poem by Wayne Brown a poem by Wayne Brown a poem by Wayne Brown


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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @MartieCoetser...Fear is a wonderful is never quite overcome or goes away. Glad you re-enjoyed this one! WB

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      Martie Coetser 6 years ago from South Africa

      I'm just as impressed as the last time I've read this one, Wayne. On my way to the next one in this series. I've ran over all the buttons and flew over 'funny'.

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      My Minds Eye53 6 years ago from Tennessee

      ooooh, that would be fun!

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @My Minds Eye53...Thank you, Maureen. Nothing like some new links for a refreshing "new" Halloween. Maybe I need to write the sequel??? WB

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      My Minds Eye53 6 years ago from Tennessee

      Can I enter two Halloween Stories?


      What is it about Halloween that inspires us to write? Maybe it is because anything goes.

      @JamaGenee, he could always say he scratched his face when he fell.

      Great hub! Looking forward to more. - Maureen

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      saddlerider1 6 years ago

      Your welcome Wayne, I thought it would be a good idea for all of us who contributed links to our own little Halloween challenge should bump each others forward for so many new readers who have joined the Hubs since then. Yours was one of the best and I had to bump it forward my friend as I did Nellieann's "House on the Hill" enjoy...the exposure, you deserve to be recognized for the talented writer you are. Hugs.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @saddlerider1...Thanks Ken...nice to see this one getting some press a year later. WB

      @JamaGenee...Most of those who questioned the scratches probably never lived past the next full moon! LOL! Thanks much! WB

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      Joanna McKenna 6 years ago from Central Oklahoma

      Okay, I'm never leaving the house after dark again when the moon is full!

      btw, the "hit a deer" story was believable, but how did you explain the scratches on your cheek? Deer have claws in your neck of the woods? ;D

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      saddlerider1 6 years ago

      I had to bump this one forward, Wayne Brown did a marvelous job of scaring the heck out of us all. No one slept that

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @femmelflashpoint...I should write the sequel and get that wolf dealt with huh? In time....WB

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      femmeflashpoint 6 years ago

      Now I'll have to go shopping. I'm going to need a new cross, to wear around my neck, a wolfs bane plant, maybe ten of them, if there are such things. I hope wolf's bane doesn't grow on trees because that will take AGES to grow.

      Oh yes ... and silver pellets for my sling-shot!!

      Yeesh Wayne - I think you might be needing some therapy!!


      Super-whopping-wonderful story of the hookie-spookie sort!!

      I loved it!!!

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @rosemay50...So sorry that I kept you up with this but the fact that I did is a compliment within itself. I wrote this for the Halloween season but I guess it works all the time. Thank your and again...sorry! WB

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      Rosemary Sadler 6 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      Well it was my bedtime, but I think I'll be staying up a little while longer yet... erm like maybe till dawn.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @writer20...Glad that I could raise your excitment level with this one. Sorry about that ending but reality sometimes gets in the way of imagination! LOL! WB

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      Joyce Haragsim 7 years ago from Southern Nevada

      BOY! you had me sweating and my heart racing with you on the path and egging you along to your car.

      Then a little disappointed at the ending.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @TPSicotte....I wrote this one for Halloween in 2010. I was totally sober...well, maybe couple of glasses of Little Penguin Chardonnay...LOL! Thanks for the good words! WB

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      TPSicotte 7 years ago from The Great White North

      Wow. That was awesome. A very vivid creation. I felt like I was there. "The smell of the beast bled through the broken rear window". I was thinking, "this Guy must me on serious hallucinogens" but not the case. Just a good writer. Thanks.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Truckstop Sally....I wrote this one for Halloween last year. It seemed to work out well! LOL! WB PS: Yes I have heard many variations on that story!

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      Truckstop Sally 7 years ago

      Oh my! I should have stopped when your publisher suggested werewolves. Got the chills again. When you were a kid camping out did you hear the story about the guy with a hook and the car door . . . I'll have to sleep with all the lights on!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @mysterylady 89...thanks much...maybe I'll get noticed! LOL! WB

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      mysterylady 89 7 years ago from Florida

      Wayne, I put a link to this story on my "Un-Halloween" hub. Happy Halloween!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @nellieanna...This one came to me rather quickly after I received the challenge. I wrote it with two endings but opted for this one as being the most threatening. You are correct...the cabin is a bit quaint but after all we writers make but a penance unless we hit the big show! Thanks for all the great feedback and encouragement. This one has worked all well for me for the Halloween season! WB

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      What a powerful writer you are, Wayne! This is good stuff! Gripping from beginning to end, especially knowing it would have the pinion of fear woven through it, somehow. The beginning set us up nicely. Writers are a spooky lot, anyway - always staying to ourselves with our heads buried in whatever means we have, from pencil and pens to typewriters and word processors. Always the same intensity, though. The same introverted dwelling, populated with images and creatures only we can see till they're exposed on the paper or screen.

      Well - you're a master at it! And wide-screen, indeed would suit this tale of horror and suspense. There's something about your style which just says, "I'm not only good, well-composed and vibrant writing -I'm commercial!"

      One thing that's pretty scary to a fellow native Texan of the old school, though, Wayne. It appears that the cabin has no internal plumbing - no vent stack - and not a sign of an out-house. Besides, its occupant doesn't even go outside. This could be scary, though I realize that for a guy this may not pose a great big problem. . . . But it's scary, nonetheless. ;->

      Still it rates all the votes and accolades they provide!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Micky Dee...yeah, my ex is out there lurking with her! Thanks Micky! WB

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Yep! You may as well join my ex-wife! Lurking! Man! Nothing so scary!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Freya Cesare..Thank you Freya...Werewolves are fun but only if they are not real! LOL! Thanks for the read and the good words. WB

      @dallas93444...Aw shucks, I just get lucky sometimes. Thanks for the great comment! WB

      @SilentReed...Heading over there to rip out his lungs now! LOL! I hear he is writing poetry about me again! WB

      @gr82bme...Okay, here's how! Release you imagination and let it run free; write with your heart showing your fears, emotions, desires; don't judge, let the reader decide. Do those things and try to make it as good as you can each time and I promise you it will happen! Thanks much for being a fan and come back any time! WB

      @Freya Cesare...That CC is going to get my creative juices flowing again! LOL! WB

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      Freya Cesare 7 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

      I am agree with SilentReed. Paying a visit to Charlie, Wayne, and give him the best gift he deserve to have! :D You go, Wayne!

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      gr82bme 7 years ago from USA

      That was just fantastic.Take me to the cabin! I love being scared. I think Halloween was made for me. I am hopping from hub to hub, reading all the great spook stories. You all are such awesome writers. Teach me how! I wanna write too! LOl. The videos were a plus. I have to go and see what Nell and Ralwus have done. i will be back to read more of your hubs. You couldn't keep me away.

      A devoted fan


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      SilentReed 7 years ago from Philippines

      If you should ever leave the woods now that a Ygorotte ghost headhunter have taken off your head. Have you considered paying ralwus a visit and giving him a friendly scratch on the cheek ? ;)

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      Dallas W Thompson 7 years ago from Bakersfield, CA

      Walking to your car should have been easy as each footstep got lighter as your pace quickened... Your wordsmith skills are outstanding!

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      Freya Cesare 7 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

      Duh, it is soooo scary! And the last video give us great glimpse on the incident. Great job, Wayne. Two thumbs up! Vote up and awesome!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @RedElf...So glad you liked it. Scary bit of fun for the Halloween Season! WB

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      RedElf 7 years ago from Canada

      Rated and shared - great Halloween fare! So glad you came up with this - I can get all my scary links in one hub - thanks Wayne!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Martie Coetser...I did check the last sentence and I see what you mean...I will probably edit it out for the improved effect. Thanks for the good words! WB

      @SilverGenes...There is a great measure of relief when that motor starts! LOL! Glad you liked this one. I actually wrote it with two different endings but decided this was the better of the two. WB

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Nell Rose...Thanks Nell. I misinterpreted something sadderider said and somehow came up with the 14th so I did get out of the chocks early. Glad you like it! Stay out of those woods.

      @akirchner...Thank you Audrey. I just went with the stuff that would scare me the most! WB

      @saddlerider1...Thanks Ken...glad you liked it. All that stuffs scares me! WB

      @christopheranton...Thanks for stopping by...glad you enjoyed it and sorry for ruining the woods for you! WB

      @writinginalaska...Thanks Leah, glad you enjoyed it and hung on for the whole story! WB

      @drbj...Werewolves have always scared me ever since I saw Michael Landon in "I Was A Teenage WereWolf"..I ran all the way home from the movie! WB

      @Amy Becherer....Yes, I hate it when the moon goes full and my transformation starts! LOL! WB

      @mysterylady 89....Good idea...they may not be coyotes! WB

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      SilverGenes 7 years ago

      Scary stuff, Mr. Brown! I was on edge all the way through and your videos were perfect. Isn't it amazing how scary turning that key in the ignition can sound? This is one scary read! Well done!

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       7 years ago

      Scary stuff, Mr. Brown! I was on edge all the way through and your videos were perfect. Isn't it amazing how scary turning that key in the ignition can sound? This is one scary read! Well done!

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      Martie Coetser 7 years ago from South Africa

      Wayne, thanks for a very enjoyable read! Although not my favorite theme, I couldn’t stop reading. You have really mastered the technique of hooking a reader with your offset. Just one suggestion: I am sure the impact of your last paragraph will be much stronger without the last sentence. Just check it out. Nevertheless, 100%.

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      mysterylady 89 7 years ago from Florida

      This was fun, Wayne, great for this time of year. My pc won't give me anything but blank squares for the videos, but I'll bet they were perfect.

      In North Carolina, my place has deep woods on three sides, and often I can hear coyotes howling. Or are they coyotes?? I don't think I'll venture out at night -- at least not during the full moon!

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      Amy Becherer 7 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      No wonder you are mysterious, WB. You had a big, bad, testosterone filled secret to tell. I'm wondering now if this is fact or fiction? Great read, either way.

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      drbj and sherry 7 years ago from south Florida

      Unbelievably scary, spooky and creepy, Wayne. Almost TOO realistic?

      Tell me, do you need a shave? Right after you shave?

      You used to order steak well done; now you crave it RARE, bloody RARE!

      You are finding unidentified body parts in your freezer and you can't remember how they got there?

      You feel uncontrollable anger for anyone named Van Helsing?

      Hmmmmmmmmmmm. It may be too late!

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      writinginalaska 7 years ago from southeast Alaska

      powerful, powerful stuff Wayne!! i was hooked to the bitter end. Great job.

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      Christopher Antony Meade 7 years ago from Gillingham Kent. United Kingdom

      It's not just that you have made me scared of the woods, but even seeing a leaf is going to make me jump out of my skin from now on.

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      saddlerider1 7 years ago

      Wayne what a terrific hub. Just having that cabin in those creepy woods were enough to scare the beJesus out of me. Walking a mile to your car had to be scary and it sure proved to be. Can one imagine a beast like that running along side your car and trying to get in at you? while ripping at your door and smashing your window.

      It sent chills down my spine and the hair raising on the back of my neck, reading about your slowly turning into one of those beasts of the night. Makes one really wonder if they don't stalk the woods and forests in our world. There certainly have been enough stories written over time about them.

      I like how you brought your writing skills to play here and shared about being an author and how you were now compelled to lock yourself into the ad on room in chains to prevent you from harming others. Then lastly given us all the warning of beware of the Full moon. How fitting. Thanks for the share, loved it. Rated UP for sure.

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      Audrey Kirchner 7 years ago from Washington

      Holy carp and all that! I think I'm a slave to the lunar cycle myself and I haven't even been marked by a werewolf! Great writing, Wayne!! I'm definitely not going into the woods at night!

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      Nell Rose 7 years ago from England

      Hi, it seems you beat us too it! lol now you have totally spooked me out, I am not going into any woods now! I think some of the other hubbers have got there times muddled up, but never mind! great story, cheers nell

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Austinstar..Thank you...had to keep up that city image you know! LOL! Many more are coming from others on the hub! WB

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      Lela 7 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

      I'm surprised you weren't driving your pick-up truck! Apparently you "picked up" an unwanted stray. Happy Halloween, Wayne. This was a howling good read.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @breakfastpop...Woo Hoo! Guess I got this one right! Thanks much, Poppy! WB

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      I felt like I was in the movie theater, minus the popcorn. Fabulous and very, very scary. Rated up and awesome!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @eovery...Oh you'll be okay if you can make it to the car in time! LOL! WB

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      eovery 7 years ago from MIddle of the Boondocks of Iowa

      Well, you almost made me scared at the first. Don't ruin my outdoor adventures.

      Keep on hubbing!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Tom Whitworth...Oh it's just right up there in your neck of the woods, Tom! LOL! WB

      @Francine Smith...No one will be happier than me if this one makes its way into the movie theaters! LOL! WB

      @ladyjane1...Glad I could provide a bit of Halloween season entertainment and glad you enjoyed it. The werewolf concept is certainly an interesting one. WB

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      ladyjane1 7 years ago from Texas

      Wow great story and so spooky, the images in the video were very creepy. I have always been fascinated by the werewolf story and that curse, I always end up feeling sorry for the poor werewolf and his curse. Great job here you really creeped me out, in a good way lol..Cheers.

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      Francine Smith 7 years ago


      Agree with CMeritt, make this into a movie. 'Shotgun Shack' or 'Lunar Psychle', or something like that. Indeed, this halloween, fear the full moon...

      So do Werewolves leave dog hair on the sofa too?

      Francine X

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      Tom Whitworth 7 years ago from Moundsville, WV


      Exactly where is your cabin so I can avoid it?

      Good Hub!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @CMerritt..Glad you liked it. I was hoping to score a good one to celebrate the Halloween season! WB

      @attemptedhumour...Sorry! If you wait until after Christmas, maybe the dreams will go away and you can head for the cabin! LOL! Thanks for your good words! WB

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      attemptedhumour 7 years ago from Australia

      Well thanks a million Wayne my wife and I have just bought a weekender in the Aussie bush. It's not isolated but the neighbour did have a scratch on one cheek i'm sure of it. Are there any hubs on 'do it yourself' for sale signs? Great story full of tension and well written. Ten out of ten mate. Cheers

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      Chris Merritt 7 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

      Holy Crap!!...that was GOOD! I was captivated. I will be waiting for the movie.


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