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From netcom.com!csus.edu!decwrl!hookup!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.ans.net!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!news.oberlin.edu!usenet Tue Sep 20 22:28:46 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.folklore.ghost-stories:7040 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!decwrl!hookup!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.ans.net!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!news.oberlin.edu!usenet From: sjs2219@ocvaxa.cc.oberlin.edu (sjs2219) Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories Subject: werewolves Date: 19 Sep 1994 01:26:50 GMT Organization: Oberlin College Lines: 52 Message-ID: <35ipcq$c9f@news.cc.oberlin.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: s-28.cc.oberlin.edu X-Posted-From: InterNews 1.0.3b1@s-28.cc.oberlin.edu X-Authenticated: sjs2219 on VMS host ocvaxa.cc.oberlin.edu As a child of thirteen, I was timid and introspective. I had one sibling who, at the time, was in excess of seven years ahead of me. Although I identified with him in many ways, it seemed as if he never quite told me much of anything save his exploits with the opposite sex. This changed after I explained a very lucid nightmare which was either very coincidental or perhaps brought about by certain paranormal entities residing in our household. I began dreaming in a classroom; I was in highschool it seems. A certain foriegn young lady was glancing flirtatiously in my general direction. She was extremely attractive as well as intelligent (as I was led to believe.) A voice over the school intercom stated very simply the school was locked for our protection due to a rampant highschool serial killer on the loose. I accepted this and suddenly realized the comely young lady was sitting in the desk beside me. She said nothing but motioned me outside, into a janitorial closet. At this point, she began making sexual advances to which I did not object, until I observed a rampant red glow in her eyes. At that very moment, she (it) growled, screamed while she tore a gaping wound in my back. I managed, out of divine providence, it seems, to slip away and sprint to the locked door. Breaking the window and stumbling home, I saw no one pursue me. I arrived home only to find my brother and his male friend watching television. I locked the door and immediately began to hear a wild, rampant pounding, tearing of the front door. Out of love for my brother, and perhaps logic, I instructed him to leave as quickly as possible out of the garage door. The noises ceased. I ran, teary eyed, to the garage pausing momentarily at the corpse of my brother's collegue and to arm myself with a metallic pole. I sauntered calmly to the front lawn, (somehow I knew she would be there) and saw a veritable wall of fangs and stubble soaked in an auburn remnance of my brother, whose head was just now being devoured. I charged, in a fit of fury, at the pernicious beast as she prepared her claws for fresh red sweetness. And at that instant, I was removed, in a still frame, from my senses, uttering the last of the phrase, "You killed my brother, you b****." For an age I observed the picture, contemplating the reality of the experience, then, as if blown by a calm gale, the image floated away, revealing an obsidian table. I sat at the table, bright, interrogation light in my slightly glazed eyes, wearing a white, stained shirt with the word "HAZRAD" written in blood over the front. Someone inquired, "Why did you kill ----?" "I'm not sure," I replied dreamily, "She would have taken my life away..." And at this moment, perspective removed, much like a camera, my image turned to face the perspective and smiled with deep, auburn eyes. The ironic aspect of this dream, is that my brother, on his thirteenth birthday had the same exact dream with only few exceptions. His shirt had the word "Shadow" over the front. Hazrad--(please reply)