The search party and I weren’t far from the village when I suddenly developed an uneasy feeling. A strong wind came from ahead as if a supernatural force urging us to leave. The tall stalks of wheat made our search more difficult as we travelled further into the fields. It was a moonless night. I was ahead of Alphonse and Gunther, other party members, when suddenly, allocated search hound began barking at something up ahead and pulled on the leash with all of its might. The search hound dragged me out of the wheat fields and to a nearby creek where I spotted the very thing in which we had been looking for. Mr. Schmuntz – except he was dead. The others were soon to arrive at this hellish horrific scene.
Mr. Schmuntz’s state of decomposition was extreme. His skin had become a dark green colour and there were four slashes across his face as if clawed by a bear. I was going to be sick. Gunther cowardly dropped his rifle and ran back to Beiersdorf village while screaming. Alphonse was about to join him. “Don’t you even think about it! I need help carrying the body”. I said. Mr. Schmuntz went missing one week ago. The reason we didn't search for him earlier is because his wife only thought he was trying to find his way home from the pub after his work in the fields. It didn't take a lot of effort to carry the body, since he was decomposed. "Gee, Mrs. Schmuntz isn't going to like this." said Alphonse as we made our way back to the village.
It was almost dawn when we reached Beiersdorf and the villagers were waiting for us in the town square, holding jagged pitchforks and most were dressed in bedclothes. We decided to cover the body in cloth, that way, no one would be frightened when they saw the decomposed corpse. As we headed for the chapel, Alphonse tripped on one of the steps and the corpse slipped out of his hand and mine, revealing it's horrific, decomposed state to the villagers. Everyone crowded around, even Mrs. Schmuntz, who began wailing at the very sight of her husband. The priest approached the body, raised his arms to God and cried: "This is a curse from the devil! May his evil presence descend back into hell!"
That night, everyone attended mass. "Satan is among us people! we must repent our sins and trust in the good Lord!" the priest cried. After the sermon, it didn't take very long for the village to fall asleep except for me, there were too many things on my mind. If Mr. Schmuntz went missing on the night of the full moon, then was it a werewolf? Or was it a murderous psychopath? I had to find the truth. But i didn't. I fell asleep. I would have thought the brightness of the full moon through the window would have kept me awake. I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that I murdered Alphonse, my best friend. But that could not be. It was only a dream.
I woke up the next morning with blood on my hands and a foul taste in my mouth. This was very unusual. Just as it coudn't get any stranger, one of the villagers ran into the square screaming. "Herr Alphonse is dead!" I was quick to dress and head down to the fields, where I saw my best friend, dead, decomposed and four slashes across his face, just like Mr. Schmuntz. I decided to hunt this cadaverous creature. So, I waited patiently for one month to pass, and I headed for the fields with a rifle and a hound. The sun was about to set. I waited and waited, the stalks of wheat scratched my skin as the wind blew through them. When the sun went down and the moon was visible, it was full. Suddenly, the hound began barking ferociously at me. CRACK!!! My back was in excrutiating pain. CRACK!!! in a few moments, my whole body was in pain. My nose grew long in a few seconds, claws grew out of my fingers, hair grew all over. I had one desire. To kill. I was the werewolf.
By TheBigCheese
Try just saying "the search party" instead of "the search party and I".