Trauma

A week or so after the events, you find yourself sitting on the couch in your living room. Your parents having left you in charge of the house while out in the city. Sitting there in the silence. You keep replaying that scene over and over in your head about what happened to Chuck. Watching as he changed and changed until he was simply no more. You find yourself still having nightmares about it.

PTSD the doctor described it as.

"Heh I could have been rich. Instead I got turned into a werewolf briefly and then watched as the guy who was suppose to pay me turn into a baby, return to normal, grow fat and pop like a balloon."

Getting to your feet you trudge on over to the kitchen to grab some kind of snack, since you were starting to feel peckish. But, as you do, you begin to get this distinct tingle along your spine that alarms you to the fact that as of right then. You were not as alone as you once thought.

But the question was, who or what had managed to get inside with you?

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