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In the rotting cage of the old Milford House, where it was said screams of agony could be heard by passers by, where the twins spent their final days in the “Rending Room," what horrors awaited? What disturbing tales were whispered by the bound spirits which came to their grizzly end on that All-Hallows-Eve?

Absolute jack fucking shit.

All the research, everything Eli had put so much effort into, and for what? The story of the Milford House was one of the only interesting paranormal events this shit town had to offer, with a sick and twisted tale of horror just begging for a deep investigative dive!

As it turned out, however, Mother Clara Milford was not, in fact, a mass child murderer who cured the meat of her victims. She only lived in the house for a year before returning to her horse ranch in Kentucky and breaking her neck in what was said to be, “A very poor dressage performance." And the Milford Twins hadn't even died the house, or the town, or the country! They moved to Canada when they were 16, and both lived into their 90s.

In fact, no one had ever died in that house, or had any connection with cemeteries, burial grounds, or anything to even consider linked to the paranormal. The closest thing was when some kid in the 70's cut his foot on a rusty nail while on a dare. All the stores were the highest level of bullshit, worse than not knowing anything.

Eli had desperately hoped that this would be his break. Maybe he could write a book, or make a documentary on the house, but not now. All that he could hope for at this point was that a local newspaper might be interested in a piece about how bullshit it all was.

“Hey, I don't think it's as bad as you think." The words weren't much of a comfort to the sullen Eli.

“Brett, you of all people should know how bad this is for me," Eli spoke quietly, as if every other person in the bar would suddenly know and shame him. “I put my heart, soul, time, effort, I put it all into this one, now what?"

Brett shook his head, his shaggy yellow hair matched his loose clothes and creaky voice. “Listen, I doubt you were going to convince the world ghosts are real even if it was the most incredible story ever told. I know how much this means to you, but you've got to, you know, take what you can. Maybe you could just take your ghost finder shit and go through the house anyway, I'm sure half those ghost hunter people know the stories are bull before they take a crack at it, and they still come up with some pretty good shit."

Eli felt the weight of his own sadness on his shoulders, and let his head hang a bit lower. “I don't want to just fake it…"

“Dude," Brett had a worried look on his brow as he came to comfort his friend. “I don't even know if I believe in this stuff, but you believe it so I believe you, you know? This one was just a dud, but you'll find your way into this whole freaky scene, you've got a better chance than anyone!"

His “chance" was referring, of course, to Eli's father; Nigel Brachson. The famous demonologist made a name for himself in the 80's, writing several books on the paranormal and the occult, including his best-seller “The True Witch." He claimed to see the very evil that slipped unseen past most, having eyes that could “see past the veil." Eli always had a rough relationship with his dad. He was born in an unhappy marriage to a fellow spiritualist, and after she claimed he was a fraud, the two separated, with Eli only being a small child at the time. He was raised almost entirely by his mother, rarely having contact with his dad, except the occasional Christmas. However, he simply did not believe his father was a fraud.

Even when he was young, Eli too felt like he could sense something else out there. One of his first memories was of a Halloween night when he was very small. He felt a presence, watching him through the mirrors of the house. Even after his mom comforted him he could swear he saw eyes, peering at him from somewhere beyond his natural senses. Every Halloween since, something unnatural had happened in his life. Something called out to him, and tried to pull him away from the normal waking world and into something else.

Of course, no one believed him. Since every occurrence was on Halloween, everyone just thought it was some decorations scaring him, or that someone had pulled a prank, but Eli knew in his heart that just wasn't true. The only person who had ever even acknowledged his feelings was his father. When he was still pretty young, his dad spoke to him about it all. Eli felt terrible about how little he remembered it, it all went over his head at the time, but he knew his dad really did believe him.

Along with warnings of the supernatural, and long forgotten instructions, Eli's dad gave him the one keepsake he had; his warding gem. His father told him about its ability to protect from evil, and how it had saved his life many times. It was a small yellow stone, possibly a piece of amber or something similar, with cut sharp facets and a crystalline shape, really nothing to write home about. But since that day, Eli felt comfort in his protection. Every October 31st, Eli still felt the presence of something near him, but now he was confident in his safety. Even now, with his dad's only contact being the occasional half-hearted Christmas card, he was reassured that someone believed him.

He kept it on a little chain necklace, until someone took it from him and threw it in a parking lot just a few weeks after his dad gave it to him. Luckily he had recovered it, but ever since then he tried to better conceal it on his person. Over the years he had kept it in his shoe, in a secret pocket, in a watch band, and recently he had gotten a belt with a little hidden zipper, which was where he was keeping it currently.

Although he kept it quiet for many years, Eli was determined to seek out the supernatural, and discover what haunted him. And there were many other mysteries out there in the world, perhaps he could use his senses to help others too. That was his dream anyway; to help people find out the mysteries of the other side.

“Hey," Brett snapped Eli out of his thoughts with a pat on the back. “You say something always happens on Halloween, but you're always out alone, chasing some weird wind or recording strange lights in the woods, it's no wonder no one believes you sometimes. Why don't you come with me to Mike's Halloween party tomorrow instead? I always love it, and you don't have to wear a costume or anything. Maybe someone else will see something this time-"

“I just don't know," Eli interrupted. “Remember when you went with me to the old bridge? You didn't see anything, but I swear something was in the water that night."

“Yeah well… We were only there for like an hour, and I was the only one with you. Maybe with more people there would be more witnesses or something." Brett gave a sigh. “I just want you to enjoy yourself a little, you obsess too much over this stuff. Why not try something new this Halloween? Door'll be open for you if you want. If I were you, I would be there celebrating that I'm not in danger of being possessed by two creepy twins and their cannibal mom." Brett gave a smile and a nudge to Eli, who also cracked a smile. Maybe it really was a sign he needed to take a break. He had kept up his Halloween vigil for years, one Halloween to himself might give himself a new spark of energy.

I suppose it's not like i'll miss something, Eli thought. Even when I try to avoid it something always happens anyway. He wasn't sure if that thought was sad or exhilarating, but there was at least a little bit of stupid reassurance from it. “Yeah, you know, I understand, thanks." Eli gave a smile to his friend, tomorrow would bring a brand new experience, he could feel it.

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“Keep right at the fork, then your destination will be on the right." Eli's phone directed, interrupting his podcast. Mike lived in a pretty remote little sidestreet, nice and quiet, at least most of the time. Nothing odd had happened so far this Halloween, so something was coming, Eli just didn't know when. He drove down the dirt path, a bit muddy from the recent rain, and parked a bit away from the other cars. He didn't want to accidentally get boxed in by any other late-coming guests, just in case he needed to quickly drive off if something happened. It was a pretty good chunk of land, with lots of open space on all sides of the house, so a few guests spilled out onto all corners of the yard. Eli could hear the music and see all the cheap decorations, and it made him smile. He wished he had bought some bad makeup or something now.

“Betcha Brett has some dollar store makeup palette shoved in his bag, sounds exactly like something he would do." Eli mumbled to himself, checking for Brett's old blue clunker among the other cars. He didn't know too many of Brett and Mike's friends, hell he didn't even feel like he knew Mike very well after high school either. He certainly recognized some people there however, and that made him feel a little antsy. Even though Eli kept his Halloween stories to himself most of the time, he still received a fair amount of hazing for his dad's work and his general strangeness at times. However, tonight it looked like he might escape from too much attention, maybe finally have a rest on Halloween.

Of course, that wasn't in the cards for Eli.

As he approached the front door, he felt a familiar shiver down his spine. Immediately Eli turned around, looking around for anything unusual. He tried to follow any sound, listening carefully.

“BOO!" Eli gave a small jump and closed his eyes, realizing what had just happened.

“Hello Mike, nice to see you." Eli said sarcastically.

“Hey there nerd, looking for spooks outside?" Mike was standing in the opened door, a massive fake moustache and hair that looked like it was plastic with how much hair gel was in it, it looked like he was going for some kind of barber quartet thing. “There's a lot more inside so you don't have to jog around the woods like you usually do."

Eli gave a half smile and came inside, wondering if he missed some paranormal activity. A few people looked over at him, but no one paid much attention, save Brett. He looked like he had just been snacking and standing around, as usual. “You actually came, I'm glad." Brett said with a genuine tone. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and had some basic makeup on that gave him dark circles under his eyes. “I thought you might not bring a costume, so I had an idea, we're some werewolves that haven't transformed yet, then when I am drunk and stupid I have a wolf mask to throw on. Grabbed you one too."

“Yeah…" Eli trailed off. He waited for Mike to wander off into the kitchen before quickly peering through the window on the front door, checking to see if he missed something outside.

“Already dude?" Brett gave a sigh. “Literally what? Ten seconds and you are doing your thing. Maybe if you just enjoy yourself, crazy stuff will happen inside."

Eli ignored his friends advice, still peeking out the window. “Brett, do you know most everyone who comes to these?"

“Mmm, most of them I think, why?"

“Who is that?" Eli waved Brett over, who squinted at a figure near the bushes where Eli parked his car.

“I don't know man, my eyes aren't that great." Brett felt around his pockets. “And I didn't bring my glasses."

“Does Mike's mom live around here? Or any older lady?" Eli questioned.

“You sure it ain't a costume? Come on don't-"

Eli opened the door, peering his head around to better look at the mysterious woman. Brett gave a deep breath through his nose, and followed his friend to the front steps. It was a touch blurry, but Brett could tell what Eli was talking about, there was absolutely someone near his car, parked off to the side of the property.

“If it's a costume then it is really good makeup," Eli said. “Stay with me ok? HEY!" He gave a shout to the person. Eli came walking forward to his car. “Who's over there?" Suddenly, the person turned, walking into the brush on the northeast side of the house. “Did you see that?"

“I mean yeah, I think." Brett squinted in the darkness. “Let me go grab my glasses from my car- Wait Eli!" Brett watched as his friend ran off, shouting off into the brush.

“There he goes," Mike said, standing at the door with some friends, chucking at the scene. “I said I'd give you the rest of the tequila if he stayed, not just for coming in the door."

“Oh fuck you Mike," Brett ran to his car to grab his backpack. “And this had better not be some prank, asshole! If it's some carjacker you'll be buying me a full bottle." He ran off into the brush after his friend.

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Mike lived in a pretty lonely little sidestreet. There were actually quite a few people who lived around here decades ago, before people moved due to the old factories which came up on the hill. At first, Eli thought that the mysterious figure might be leading him more into town, where the Milford House was; but that was not the case. Instead, the figure glided around and behind trees and boulders, disappearing and reappearing as if to confuse Eli and get him lost among the unfamiliar woods, and it was working. The only thing that clued him in on where he might have come from was a voice.

“ELI! Eli, I'm here, wait." Brett took a second to catch his breath when he finally caught up to his friend. “There you are, did you see who it was?" Eli turned his head back to the trees and began to look around the darkening landscape, praying he had not lost the figure. Brett caught some motion out of the corner of his eye, his glasses giving him a better view of what looked like a dark green coat among the trees. “There, I think I see her." Brett pointed out the figure and Eli wordlessly followed his finger, giving his friend a smile before returning to the chase.

As Brett followed Eli quietly spoke. “You don't have to come, I can't be sure what's going to happen."

“Dude," Brett smiled, “You think I would miss finally seeing one of your crazy Halloween stories come to life? Now, at least, they can see us as two crazies who see ghosts rather than one." Eli was glad to have Brett, no one had ever seen these occurrences other than himself, so maybe with two heads instead of one they might get an answer to this Halloween mystery at last. “I just hope I'm not getting led to some sacrifice or something."

“Usually they just disappear, this is the first time I have seen something actually give me a means to follow." And follow he did. Eli walked until the sunset had come to just an orange glow in the distance, and the ground grew very dark. Just as the two began to worry about losing the woman in the complete darkness, they came across something.

“Oh fuck…" Brett shivered, tightening his backpack against his body. Ahead stood an old wooden cabin. “Yeah dude, this is exactly how people die in horror movies, this just got way too real way too quick."

“Really?" Eli said, “this is what's going too far, not when we were following some creepy old woman?"

“The woods are one thing, me and my dad used to camp out here, but a house? A scary old house in the middle of nowhere? That's where I yell at people in movies to walk away."

“I am not walking away from this, if you want to stay out here or start walking back I won't stop you, but I need to find out what's going on." Eli took a deep breath and began walking straight towards the rickety building, where a flicker of light stood in the window."

Brett sighed, “I guess it would be worse to be the one who dies alone in the woods, I just hope your freaky sixth sense lets us know if something is going to come and kill us."

The two came closer, and saw in the dingy window that it was a candle in the window. Eli had no idea if that was a good sign, or a bad sign, but at least it was something, this house wasn't abandoned. Someone or something was here. The cabin was not very tall, it looked like it had sunken into the earth, with the ground a continuous forest floor from the outside. The door was ajar, the wind coming in and out of the house like a breathing being. Everything was a sullen grey-brown, nature having taken this place almost entirely. Peering inside, if there was furniture it had long been consumed by the forest and the house. There were some wooden pieces that blended into the walls and floor, completely rotten. Rusty bits of metal were strewn about, but were so pitted that they crumbled instantly. Both feared the house might collapse, but curiosity overtook.

Entering in, Eli immediately took to the left, and saw what might have been a kitchen or something. In a rusty handheld candle holder, a white wax candle flickered. Cobwebs were still attached to not just the holder, but the candle itself, as if it stood here waiting to be lit.

“Yeah, ok, that's ghosts." Brett whispered.

A strange gurgling noise was heard. The two stopped in their tracks and turned around. “Glorp," another. It was coming from around the corner. Not getting two inches between themselves, the huddled duo took step after shaky step forward, farther into the dark corners of the building. Brett took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, illuminating the thick spider webs and cracked walls. The two found a door around the corner, closed. Behind it a faint light could be seen, and that bubbling sound was loud and clear.

“Alright, it was good knowing you Eli." Brett shivered in fear as he reached out to the door, grabbing the handle. As he pulled toward himself, there was a metallic pop, and the handle came free of the door. It continued to swing, creaking loudly as the two peered into a large room. Inside, it looked like a tree had grown right into the roof, as vines with leaves and moss came down from the torn up ceiling like garland. The floor here looked like natural stone, and upon it was a pattern of dark green. It looked as if it had been drawn with chalk, it was dry and cracking, yet deep and fresh. In the center stood a large basin, like a round black iron tub with a flared open top. Inside the basin, a glowing green liquid bubbled as if it was boiling oil.

“Fuck." Suddenly, with the whistle of the wind, Brett was thrown forward into the room, as if he had been shoved from behind. Eli tumbled sideways, his hold on Brett's hand torn loose as he fell. Eli saw the door handle his friend held come down right next to his head, almost hitting him right in the temple. He scrambled to his feet, reaching for the doorway as it closed with a loud SLAM.

Eli grabbed for the door, but grabbed instead, wet green moss. He looked up, and stared right into the face of someone.

“At last," the withered old woman said in a voice as mossy as her cloak.

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Brett had a lot of momentum behind him as he was flung into the room. He felt like the world had tilted, throwing him torso first into the unyielding iron basin in the middle of the room. He stopped himself with his arms right at the flared lip of the pot, his head slung forward, almost dipping right into the gooey green concoction. Although he saved his head from taking a dunk into the stuff, the momentum flung his backpack over his head, dipping it right into the goo. It was so thick, it made no splash; thank god, Brett thought. He came crashing ass first onto the hard stone floor, and he covered his head as his backpack came back as well. Brett took a breath, it felt like the last few seconds had taken up fifteen years of his life. Suddenly remembering his backpack's dip in the stuff, he tore at the straps on his shoulders, flinging it off to one side.

Taking a look, he saw none of that bright green color on his backpack, and quickly checking over his plaid shirt, it looked like he had avoided getting any of it on himself. However, something caught his eye. His backpack didn't have anything on it… In fact it looked like part of it was missing! The top portion of his backpack looked like it had been completely disintegrated. His phone charger had fallen out, and it looked like some of it was eaten away too. Brett cautiously reached out and grabbed the bottom of his bag, letting the rest of the contents fall out. His rechargeable battery pack, his headphones… Something was missing, something he brought for the party…

A loud bubbling noise was coming from the basin above him, far louder than it was before. Brett came to his feet, shaking like a leaf. He looked into the gloppy green fluid and saw something floating in it.

His werewolf masks.

The one he was going to give to Eli dissolved right before his eyes, the mask tearing and thinning until none was left. But the other, it wasn't dissolving. Instead the cheap latex floated on the surface, the goop not matting the fake fur or sinking the floppy rubber. The smaller bubbles stopped completely, replaced by increasingly larger and messier bubbles. These popped with a guttural “GLORP," and flicked glowing green slime to the very edge of the vessel. Brett stepped back, right to the door, as he watched the mask getting buried by splashes of thick goo, the stuff sloshing around as if it was… Alive.

Brett felt for where the door handle once was, but there was nothing. He twisted around, feeling the wall for any sign of where the door to this room once was, but the dark walls had no indication of any sort of exit. He was trapped, the only light in the room coming from the luminescent green fluid that was violently crashing against the walls of the basin, spilling puddles of slime onto the ground. Brett pressed himself right against the wall, his eyes fixed on the cauldron and his face going white as a ghost at what he saw.

The goop was taking shape, like something was rising from the bubbling surface, while at the same time veins of goo spread to fill in the empty features of the figure materializing. A head was taking shape, an animal-skull like visage was forming, slime enclosing over itself to create layers of “flesh." At the same time, massive arms rose from the pot, grabbing the edges and pulling itself free from the rest of the goo. It was forming a complete creature, and Brett recognized it. A werewolf!

The massive lupine head was topped with dripping pointed ears, and its gaping maw was filled with slimy pointed teeth. It was a huge creature, the wolfman was easily as big as a bear. The massive forearms were tipped with wicked clawed hand-paws, and the muscles could be seen clearly through the thick dripping excess goo. There was no fur to be spoken of, however the slime filled out the shape of the creature just as if was covered in a thick layer of hair, including the tail sticking out of the massive monster's backside. Finally the beast stepped out of the pot, its massive digitigrade hindpaws were corded with slime-muscle. The entire creature was made of thick green goo, gently glowing. The brightest glow came from the eyes; its living, staring eyes. They looked right into Bretts soul, and he could not move a muscle.

Brett slipped down the wall, absorbed in the terrible stare of the goo-werewolf. Slowly, so slowly, the creature began to move towards him. His eyes were completely fixed, like a predator to its prey. Brett suddenly had feeling return to his body, and he gave a sharp inhale. The beast sprung forward, a growl coming from his open maw. The human reached out his arm, closing his eyes, not wanting to see his own demise.

But when Brett felt something it wasn't pain, it was… Warm. Finally lifting his head and looking back at the creature, he saw his arm stuck right in it's mouth. But it was more akin to having his arm stuck in thick, hot wax, rather than in the tearing jaws of a beast. Brett hesitantly pulled back on his arm, watching it come away from that gooey visage of a wolf. He pulled free with a gooey squelch, It was covered in a thick layer of stuff, which was hot and… Tingly. He wiggled his fingers and could hardly move them, and the slime was so thick he could not really see the shape of his own fingers. He looked back at the beast, who gave a lupine grin. Brett saw the beasts own hand-like forepaw come forward, and the creature gingerly slipped his claw under one of the belt loops of the humans' pants.

With a tug, the small piece of fabric broke. It seemed like the beast could be as solid and dangerous as it wanted, so why didn't it eat him? Why did it only-

“Ahh, this is~ I feel weird." Brett's arm felt like it was stuck in a hot oven, but there was no pain. It felt like that heat was penetrating deep into him and spreading him out. He looked at his forearm, it looked like the slime had only gotten thicker! He tried moving his fingers again, and this time he could see just how thickly each one was covered in the goo. But something was wrong. His fingers didn't just look thicker, they looked a bit longer, and there was a new sensation. With that spreading heat at his fingertips, Brett heard a goopy Crrack! From his fingertips, thick slime came forth, like claws from his hands. His entire forearm as swelling up, and the weight of it and his swelling hand was heavy!

“What are you doing to me!" Brett cried out. He was distracted, momentarily, from his goop covered arm, by a tearing noise at his waist. The beast had dragged his slimy claws through his pants, shredding them into a dozen strips with no effort. A huff of hot breath from his dripping maw blew the pieces of jeans and underwear that covered his genitals away, leaving the human exposed to the massive creature. “What the fuck is going on!" Brett cried out. The werewolf made no acknowledgement of the human as he dipped his green snout right to the flaccid cock of brett. Hot breath blew through the brown pubes, and across the foreskinned member. Brett was about to push the head of the beast away with his free hand, but worried about getting that goo on more of himself. Instead he tried to lift his slimed hand.

The human gasped at the sight. His hand and forearm were huge! They no longer looked like a gooey human arm, instead they looked like a green wax statue of the werewolf's own massive paw, the glow having gone completely from the stuff. Was the beast going to turn him into a wax statue werewolf? No, he could still, just barely wiggle his fingers. Snap, crumble, the wax came apart.

“Oh jesus, oh fuck oh FUCK!" Brett saw, emerge from the wax, what was once his hand. But now the massive bestial paw far more resemble something out of a horror movie. The paw had his prehensile thumb, just like the goo werewolf, and the rest was just as monstrous. Thick black claws stood on his thick paw-padded fingers, and the whole hand was covered in heavy blonde fur. He tried to lift the weighty hand, but his upper arm muscles could hardly handle the rest of his arm. He dropped it, and the rest of the wax-substance on his forearm came apart, revealing his huge werewolf musculature. The point where the slime had stopped spreading, right above his elbow, was red and swollen. It was the only part of his arm where there was any sort of pain, an itchy, terrible sort. Brett moved his wrist, and could feel the tendons and muscles move under his thick wolven skin.

“No, nonono, NO!" Was all the human could muster as he turned back to the werewolf. The goo-monster simply, slowly, opened his jaws, hovering them over his genitals threateningly. Brett tried to kick away, but only managed to cover his legs in slime as they came up against the beasts body. The monster closed his jaws around the flaccid cock of Brett, who gave a gasp at the hot slime. The werewolf pressed right into the human, hard. He pressed and pressed, until he started to deform his own lupine head as goo spread around the human's torso. Yet, Brett could still feel that hot mouth around his cock, that tongue massaging his meatus down to his balls. The feeling was not… terrible.

Brett squirmed, but he could not control his own feelings. Despite what he thought he should feel; fear, horror, disgust, those feelings were overtaken by the expert teasing his cock was receiving under that half-wolven visage of muck. But that was just the beginning. Hot goo was slipping past Brett's taint, and right over his asscheeks. “Oh SHIT!" Was all he could say. Tendrils of goo slipped from the creeping mass, pressing right at Brett's virgin asshole. Before Brett could say anything, slippery glowing vines intruded into him. They quickly spread deep into him, giving no quarter to the tight asshole. The human was about to say something, but was silenced by burning pleasure. One tendril had made a pit stop, right at Brett's prostate. The blunt nub of the tentacle pressed and prodded at the sensitive thing, even shaping itself to suction at the area.

A loud moan was all that could be mustered. Brett felt his tingly, hot cock and balls being expertly sucked by a gooey maw that was… Shrinking around it? At the same time, a tendril of slime massaged his prostate, and another dug deep into his body, slipping deeper than he had ever felt, leaving a trail of slime in its place. The beast took his gooey paw and grabbed Brett by his unchanged shoulder, leveraging himself to press even harder into his crotch and spreading more over his torso.

The goo creature was losing shape a bit, the lupine shape becoming a bit more soft and jellified. Brett's legs were completely encased, and he could feel his clothes give way to the seeping goo and his growing legs. His instincts told him to be frightened, to try to escape, but where any goo touched, hot relaxation or deep and rumbling pleasure surfaced. He felt his cock pulse rhythmically, his goo covered torso heaving in readiness for his impending orgasm.

Inside his ass, the rope of goo not massaging his prostate had continued its journey deep within him. As if detecting his incoming orgasm, some of the mass of the lupine figure began to shrink. This was no disappearing act however, all that mass gathered, right at his anus. The tendril inside him began to swell alarmingly, widening in his guts like a fat cock had been shoved inside him. Brett cried out as he was filled to his limits in seconds. His stomach gurgled and rumbled as slime poured into him like a fountain. The tip of the tendril so deep inside him opened up like a hose, spraying thinner goo to coat and fill him completely. Brett watched his stomach fatten with what felt like gallons of stuff, Buttons of his shirt popped off, showing off the sheen of bright green on his skin.

The intensity was too much, and Brett felt his cock lurch in its gooey shroud. A rope of cum broke the surface of green and splashed across Brett's clean chest, soiling the small amount of shirt not yet covered in goo. The orgasm was harsh and intense, like his body was expelling something from inside it. But as his orgasm persisted, his torrent of cum stopped. Brett could feel his balls tense with an ache, unable to give but a few short spurts of cream. But then Brett felt it… The goo lapping at the end of his cock, unable to be seen under its thick mass. But the lapping turned to a gentle pressure, then a deep pressure.

Brett screamed as he felt slime press into his piss slit, driving itself into his cock the same way it had his ass. It wasn't painful, but Brett could not even describe the sensation, it was so foreign to him. Brett closed his eyes as he felt hot waxy goo slip into places inside him he could not even imagine. Down and deep it went, until he felt it, just like the tendril in his ass, reach exactly where it wanted to be. With a squelch, the human could feel his balls being flooded with goo. Brett almost went into convulsions at the burning pleasure that tore at him. He looked down at what was once an image of a wolf, now once again a shapeless mass upon him.

Then everything stopped.

Brett's orgasm faded, and the green goo began to harden like cooling wax. Soon the light in the room was dim, and Brett could just barely look at himself. It looked like the only parts that had not been covered in goo were his left arm, his chest, and his head. The rest was covered by the hardened… Wait! Brett remembered his arm. With a heave, the cool wax around his shoulder gave way, and the sight was enough to send shivers down his spine. Brett's arm was huge, not even that, gargantuan! The dull light shined off of thick blonde fur. As thick as it was, massive muscles moved beneath the skin like steel cables. The muscles in his back and chest exerted themselves harder than any point in his life, but those in his arm and shoulder felt like they could level a building with a swipe. The wicked claws on his inhuman paw-hand looked primed and ready to kill, and opening and closing his hand gave him a sense of just how much pure power sat within.

Brett wanted to see the rest. He wanted to see what had happened to the rest of him. He flexed his legs, and easily broke through the crumbling layers. Brett gave a hard gasp! He felt his cock and balls, now free from the waxy prison, swell. Electric pleasure shot up his body. He curled the toes on his massive back paws, his legs were thicker than his human torso, and his paws were perhaps even a bit large for that! These paws were meant for bounding through forests, launching him through the air faster than any prey… Brett was feeling woozy.

Those massive nuts churned, pleasurable waves went up and down his spine. They were like two fat bowling balls, perhaps even larger. Actually they WERE even larger and… Growing. Brett felt like his pipes were completely blocked, something was going on inside his monstrous lupine privates. Brett looked down at his cock, and gave a hearty cry; like a sad attempt at a howl. His dick was as big as a two liter, and just as thick. The veiny pink shaft pulsed with his heartbeat. Against his furry torso, a fat sheath cradled a massive mound of flesh, which Brett guessed was what he might call his “knot." Brett imagined sinking that thing deep into someone, tying to their body, spraying gallons of infecting werewolf cum into-

Cum, he needed to CUM! Brett's massive paw reached his cock, and squeezed his smooth spaded head, but nothing came out! He really was backed up, something was stopping him. Brett gave a snarl, a pitiful one, but the best he could manage. He massaged his dick, milking himself to try to get some pre at least! His cock was completely dry, and his balls twitched and surged with excess. Brett tried to bend his half-wolf body, to get his lips around his cockhead. But that infernal itch! The skin that was in between his changed and unchanged body was wracked with that terrible itch! He could not stand how bending pinched that flesh. But now he was close, so close. The orgasm was slowly building, the pressure inside him mounted. Soon nothing would contain his lupine orgasm. It built and built, the pleasure rose with every stroke of his cock. The poor thing begged to spray pre, to spurt all over his fur, but he could not. The pressure was unstoppable, his balls squeezed between his muscled thighs and surged with a need for escape.

The underside of his cock plumped outward. Movement was happening.

Here… It… CAME!

Brett's eyes went wide, and the world seemed to slow. He saw the tip of his dick gape open, as a green rope of glowing slime rushed toward his face. He could swear in that instant, he saw the face of a wolf, with its jaws wide open, coming right at him. His humanity shone for a second once more in his eyes, before they were completely coated in a gloppy steam of fluorescent goo. An endless stream of the stuff rushed from his cock, splattering over every inch of his remaining skin. Brett felt it sink into his head, reaching right into his thoughts. Needs that arose from his body took seed in his mind; the need to hunt, the need to fuck, the need...

To spread.

---

Eli looked into the old woman's face, her wrinkles and smile matched her curly white hair. She looked like a kind old grandma. Eli was stunned for a minute, before he released his grip on her and scrambled backwards in horror. She was enrobed in a floor length cloak that hung from her shoulders, it looked like it was made out of moss and forest floor. Her hands were the only other things that stood out from the green, and on the left hand was a tiny brown ring, with little yellow pinpricks of light shining out of it.

“It's taken so long, I thought you would have gone to that stupid Milford House and wasted another year of my time." She gave a creaky laugh, “how lucky it is that you finally made it to my home, I've kept it well for your coming."

“Who the fuck are you! And where's Brett? BRETT!" Eli tried to look around her to the door, but the hallway grew so dark that nothing could be seen, save for the lights from the ring and an inhuman glow around the old woman.

“Don't worry about him, at least not yet. As for who I am, you should ask your pissing father," At this the crone spit on the floor with disgust. “Or are you unfamiliar with his little book on me."

“Yyy...You? The Turning Witch, from 'The True Witch'? I thought you… After those women…"

“Your imbecile father did expose those mortals who I had favored in absorbing into my coven, but the testimony they gave was nothing but insulting drama. Hypnotism indeed. Those worm bitches got their five minutes of fame, tv specials and interviews, and sent me into hiding for decades. You'll know that they crawled back to me in time, and now they hold power in this world that no made-for-tv drama could award!" The woman cackled, her ring glowing brightly on her finger.

“So- So you've been after me! You're going to kill me for what my dad did to you!"

The Witch put her hands on her hips and gave a small pursing of the lips. “Well while turning you into stone and sending you in pieces to your father would be funny, it would be a terrible waste, never mind what I would have to pay in postage these days. No, I have much more, “Fun," tricks up my sleeve. Ones you are sure to enjoy, and ones your father is sure to… Disapprove of! I have spied on you your whole life, and have tried for several years to contact you, but you are certainly no master in taking hints."

Besides feeling a bit burned by the Witch, Eli was confused.

“You're going to hypnotize me aren't you? Turn me into some rotting zombie and send me after my own father!"

She stepped backward, illuminating the broken door with her ring.

“What did I say about hypnotizing! I don't… Well I suppose you will fight it at first, but they all beg for more in good time." With a flash of her ring, the door began to creak open. Immediately, out from the crack of the door, a bright green, luminescent mist came billowing out.

The Witch swirled her fingers in the green mist, which was so thick Eli could not see inside the doorway. She shivered at the touch, and the ring on her hand gave a flash, before falling to the ground like it had slipped from her finger. Eli was still flat on his ass, and didn't even have a second to get up before the mist was on him.

The waves of fog seemed to grab his ankles tight, holding him down to the ground, he was trapped.

Eli gave a yelp as the plumes of green rushed toward him… And stopped. The waves of green smoke looked like they had hit a glass wall, right at his waist. Eli saw a bright flash from his midsection, and a moment later, saw the steady glow of his warding gem from beneath the cloth of his belt. It saved him! Or at least…

Most of him.

---

Eli could not move back or forth, he couldn't pull himself away from the solid wall that seemed to separate him at his beltline. He struggled in fear, but could not budge. Each time he tried, the warding gem grew brighter for a moment.

The green fog was not at all dry. It felt like it was soaking into his pants and even through his shoes. As it wet his skin, Eli felt an unnatural sensation. A deep and muddy heat, like a steaming hot bog, was melting right into his skin. It was so deep within him, steeping right into the bones of his legs.

“Yesssss," The voice was akin to the Witch, but was craggier, like the words were spoken stone. “It shall be such a delight to watch you turn… First your body, then your mind."

“Turn…" He swallowed the last of that word. What was going to happen to him? The mist was so dense, nothing could be seen. But there was absolutely something Eli could feel, and it wasn't just that piercing mucky heat.

Eli pursed his lips to stop a chesty moan. But he could not stop it from escaping his nose. He felt himself growing erect, perhaps from the fear and excitement of it all, but he could not believe how sensitive he was! He moved his leg to try to relieve his erection, trapped in his jeans, but as he felt the skin of his leg brush the fabric-

“Ohhhhh, oh Shhheeezze~," his flesh tingled at each and every touch, a relief like a massage on the tightest of muscles. He squirmed and squirmed, curling his toes and rubbing his thighs together, and moaning on every exhale. His cock was like an iron rod, pressing into his pants with an inextricable force. He squeezed his balls between his thighs, feeling every millimeter of skin practically buzz with orgasmic tingles.

It didn't occur to Eli how with every motion, every twitch of his legs, they got more and more stiff. From the inside out, it was growing difficult to move as freely, his toes became hard to wiggle and his skin felt like it was growing tight over his solid muscles. He become aware quickly however. It felt like he had just gone through some intense workout, and his legs were filled with concrete.

The bright mist was beginning to fade, and Eli could just about see his hips. Nothing looked soiled green, or even wet. But he could clearly make out how hard his dick was pressed against the front of his pants. His legs felt like he had sat in place for eons, they were so stiff. Just as the mist began to ebade from around his feet, Eli gritted his teeth, trying to move some part of his legs. He focused… Just his left ankle. Just the ankle, just the ankle, he forced into his thoughts. If he was going to somehow escape, he needed to run! Finally he felt this strange stiffness ease a bit. A little more… A little bit more…

CRACK!

It was like he had broken some seal upon him.

“EYYYAGGHH!" Brett felt a rush of energy hit his foot. All the heat in the world concentrated on his bones, joints, muscles, sinew… It pressed outward, and had nowhere to go.

POP, CRACKLE~ Eli's foot stretched outward into his shoe, and as it pressed his toes into the end, they gave a hearty POP each! The heat drove into them, and they swelled outward. His poor shoe tried to hold itself together, but from all sides it was straining. His tendons pushed outward, and his foot widened to strain the whole shoe. His skin was wracked by a pins in needles sensation, as hair thickened in the pore and grew as fast as it could. The last straw came as the tips of Eli's toes gave way, and razor sharp claws tore through the leather of his shoe, freeing his foot to swell even more. The appendage looked inhuman, trapped between two phases, and still changing. Muscle and tendons bulged and swelled, and it quickly grew larger and larger.

There wasn't anything close to pain, but the sensation was enough to make him squirm even more. Without thinking about it, Eli bent his knee. SCRRACK, Once again his joint was enrobed with heat. Eli could not help but squirm his whole body at everything that was happening. A cacophony of ghastly creaking and popping came as liquid fire rushed through his lower body.

As he struggled, he felt his cock rub against fabric. That seemed to be enough for the boiling heat to intrude on his still hard member. He could feel his hard length swell, and press forcefully against the zipper of his pants. The near orgasmic heat meant that his upper body was squirming as much as his lower, unable to stop himself from the movements that threatened to completely change his body.

Still, the changes stopped right at his belt, and he still could not free his waist. He could only watch as his legs strained the fabric of his jeans, and his feet burst from his shoes. The first to go was the zipper of his pants, which came apart with a single pop. He saw his white underwear come up like a jack in the box. It was soaked with pre, as his cock oozed nonstop, showing the outline of his pink dick perfectly as it grew even larger. His aching testicles were mashed into his pants, and the pressure on them made Eli whimper. They were straining the fabric as if he had shoved two grapefruits down his pants, the strain only forcing them to grow larger! Eli could almost hear them gurgling and churning with growth.

His thighs came next, ripping through the strong fabric and revealing their deeply muscled and fur coated selves. They were like massive honey hams, all in all his legs were already dwarfing his upper body. The tear continued down his calves, completely showing off those massive lupine legs. Eli knew what he was becoming, but that fact was secondary to the sheer sensation he was experiencing. His gigantic paws were thick, the stoney muscles and fat paw-pads were accentuated by the thick brown fur. He could not help but wiggle his claw capped toes, making them fill with heat and swell even larger! He looked absolutely ridiculous, like he was wearing the shortest cut off jeans ever, as the thickest seams of the garment strained hard against the wolf legs.

The thin underwear came apart with a snap, and for a moment Eli was left with the image of his inhuman spire jutting right into the air. Already its shape had changed, the foreskin having kept against his sternum, shaping into a thick and meaty sheath to hold aloft his pink wolf-dick. It came down slowly, like a great felled oak, right onto his stomach. Eli gave an “OOF," as the pointed head slapped right below his chest.

Right below his- Eli saw, it was past his beltline, way past. That massive wolfcock had made it past that barrier… What did it mean? Coherent thoughts did not last long, as his gigantic balls broke through the last of his jeans, shedding them completely. He grit his teeth and screamed, it was like all the pressure in the world had abated in an instant. The two melons between his legs didn't give a second before they went to work, pulsing and churning; flooding themselves with hot, werewolf infected sperm. The last of the heat flooded into his cock. It lurched upward and spat clear goo at his face, the lupine dick swelling up like a balloon. The base made the sound of rushing water as a gargantuan knot formed, veins quivering on the surface. His cock lurched up, before coming down to smack his clothed chest again. The wind was knocked out of Eli, his cock thicker than his thigh once was. His belt was strained hard against his body, but that crystal stopped anything from coming through to his upper half. He looked like some sort of gag, his massive muscled werewolf legs and genitals attached to his tiny and weak upper body.

Those nuts were not for show either. While some of the effort went into sending gushing waves of pre to his cock, to squirt all over his chin and neck, even more effort went into something else. Deeper inside himself, Eli could feel something. Infected werewolf hormones soaked into his bloodstream, and even the protection of his crystal could not stop them from reaching into his mind, chemically swirling in his thoughts. Inhuman instincts flogged his unchanged brain, lapping at his sanity.

---

The half-human did not see that the fog had cleared completely, or that he was being watched. From the darkness a figure stood. No longer the from of an old woman, the creature more resembled some type of ogre, or troll. Her arms were thick and muscled, and her face was strong, flanked by two tusks from her mouth. She was not wrinkled or old, but looked powerful and virile. Her mossy cloak looked more like greenery had grown over her body, as if she was a part of nature herself. Her curly hair more resembled thick black moss itself, and her eyes shone white.

“Now, let me see… huh?"

The Witch was greeted by the sight of Eli, sucking on his oversized wolf cock as his hands massaged his overswollen knot. His lower body took up much of the hallway, and looked ridiculous attached to the skinny little shirted human.

“Oh piss, what went wrong?" She took two lumbering steps over to the half changed human. Looking down she saw upon his midsection, a bright yellow shine.

“Ohhhh, that's where the rest of my warding stone went. That crawling insect Nigel! What else did that creton steal from me!" She was about to grab the illuminated belt and tear it from his body… But~

“Hmph, the dust in my ring is more than enough for me, no, I have someone else you can share your little treasure with."

The monstrous Witch gave a large toothy grin. She stepped away with a deep and gravely cackle.

The door which separated the ritual chamber from the hallway suddenly smashed open. A massive paw-like hand reached out from the darkness, the golden fur shaggy and matted.

“Eliii~" A deep and syrupy voice spoke. “Eli, this…" Unable to contain his emotion, the beast let out a howl deep and pure enough to even snap Eli from his ungodly trance. “There you are… Eli… it feels so-" The werewolf that stumbled out on all fours from the shadows was huge. Small pieces of green wax stuck in his shiny fur, and the face of the beast still held just the tiniest measure of the human it once belonged to.

“It feels so good Eli… I never have… You must feel it too huh? But, what's wrong?"

Eli shuddered. His friend still had his voice. It was so much deeper and rich though. Brett was panting with pleasure, and his werewolf cock was out and dripping.

“Looks like you're missing something," Brett whispered. “I need to try and… Help you. You need to feel this, all of this."

WereBrett stepped forward, his huge frame matching Eli's lower half, and towering over the rest. It seemed he was impervious to the warding gem as well, as he simply stepped over it. His low hanging cock and balls came to hover just over Eli's own, tantalizingly close. Eli laid under the towering werewolf body. Besides just the feast for the eyes Brett was to the half changed human, he had something else that Eli realized he himself was lacking. That smell.

As soon as Brett crossed the belt's barrier, an incredible smell came with him. His musky scent was as rich and syrupy as his voice. The spicy lupine scent was tangy and a touch sweet. Eli felt deep instincts within him try to loose themselves, but he was trapped in both body and mind by his human half.

“Do you… Do you want me to," Brett spoke slowly, like he was drunk on the pure pleasure that came from just being what he was. “Do you want to fuck Eli? Maybe that'll help you. If I fuck you raw… Maybe you'll change. Its amazing Eli, you don't know the half of it."

It seemed lycanthropy was no cure for bad puns. Eli still had his humanity, he could try to stop this. Maybe Brett would listen to reason, maybe they could escape. Maybe-

Oh fuck it. Eli didn't care anymore. If this was all to get back at his dad, what did it matter? Right now all he wanted was to be fucked into oblivion by his best friend and turned into a slathering beast. All his life Eli had chased after the mysteries of life, and now he was one tiny little rock away from joining it all! The secrets of the unknown, and the fucking of a lifetime were both close enough to taste.

“Brett, just shut up and get in my ass already."

The werewolf gave another howl of joy. He backed up, still looming over Eli's half body. His cock was, of course, goddamn huge. But Eli took a little bit of solace in the fact that his lupine cock was actually just a tiny bit bigger. The negative of that was even at a bit smaller, the thing could still end up in his fucking ribcage. Brett tried to lift Eli's hips, but had no luck. The creature gave an annoyed growl, lowering his chin to hit the floor, and deeply sniffing at Eli.

Eli had no idea how much of his body was changed inside. He assumed that at least some of it was, he could only hope that the rest of him could take Brett without tearing to shreds. Brett lifted up his friends fat sack with one paw, revealing Eli's swollen taint and anus. That fresh werewolf ass looked so ripe and ready to be plundered. The werewolf noticed his human's lack of a wolven scent, which disappointed him greatly. He would have to share his own then! Brett's hot breath warmed Eli, a light sheen of moisture making the dark skin of his anus glisten. The werewolf's snout pressed right into the asscheeks and a swipe of hot wet moisture told the human what was going on.

Brett's wide hot tongue felt like a fucking shovel. It's width made Eli wonder if that thing could actually fit in his blonde furred snout! With a forceful pressure, the lapping at his ass turned to shallow dips into his changed asshole. Eli had never even imagined being rimmed, but there were a lot of things happening tonight he would not have imagined. His werewolf flesh felt so hyper-real, he could feel that it was his, and that it belonged on his body, but at the same time it was so alien. His cock was his, but there was just so much more and so much new, and the heat coming from it was so hard to imagine coming from his body.

What really brought it all home however was something Eli thought that perhaps no other creature had ever experienced. Brett began sinking his hot tongue so deep...

“OH, OHHHH~FUUCK!" He felt a surge of electric pleasure hit his new prostate, while at the same time the tip of Brett's tongue had lapped right into a bit of his inside that was still human. It was an unimaginable sensation, like he had two guts being tongue fucked at the same time. Eli's cock jumped in the air and smacked its weight back into his body. He felt his muscles tighten, both human and wolf, the contrast between them sending mixed and muddy signals to a very confused brain. Eli grabbed his cock to try to stop it from slamming into his torso. The uncanny touch once again sent a thick pulse of pre to arch over his head, getting a splash on his face from the rope of clear fluid. It was so fucking hot and thick. He pressed his hands against his own cock, the sheer power of his own tool overwhelming the split human as much as his best friend's rim job.

Strands of saliva were the only things connecting maw and ass after Brett pulled his head away. Wolfspit drizzled out of Eli, and Brett's cock spattered pre onto his already soiled belly fur. The werewolf came forward, meeting face to face with his friend.

Brett opened his hot, wet maw and pressed it to Eli's lips. There was no need for words or warning anymore. That massive tongue went deep, and Eli could not hope to match the pure musculature that dominated him. The flavor of freshly turned werewolf maw something Eli could certainly get used to. Overstimulation sent shivers down his spine, his cock was pressed between him and Brett's chest, and the soft fur ticked him. Finally the wolf let his friend take a breath, and Eli sputtered as he accidentally inhaled a bit of saliva.

Brett lowered his hips to the ground, his bowling ball sized nuts resting heavily on the floor. There was no more time for play, both of them needed one thing now. Brett wiggled his hips to meet with that slick ass, and that spaded tip kissed the hole he was about to destroy. Eli's legs flailed, thick cords of lupine muscles begged to spread into the rest of his useless form. Brett pressed forward, and the loosened ass swallowed it readily. Quickly it sunk into flesh, inch after inch until it met the sensitive half-changed insides.

“AAAAHH!" Eli screamed once more, but this time it wasn't just a tip-of-the-tongue tease. Cock continued to slip into his ass, and the human realized just how little space there was for werewolf dick in a human's guts! An outline of wolfcock could be seen through his torso, and it just kept coming. Eli felt like he was going to pass out from the fear and pleasure. His ass swallowed cock at a rate his human half could not manage! His stomach stretched outward as there was nowhere left for the wolf to go. Eli was starting to panic, Brett was going to tear right through him!

The werewolf grabbed at those hips to try to leverage himself, he had to go deeper, deeper into his friend. Instict's bypassed any thoughts he might have had of Eli's fragile human half. Claws that only ticked his wolven flesh scratched the human skin, drawing a bit of blood. But besides flesh, his claws caught on something else. That belt caught one of Brett's claws, the weak little strip tore easily, and he felt it snap off.

However, as the werewolf tried to toss it aside, it snagged. Looking down, Brett saw a gentle glow under Eli's resting cock. Pushing it aside, Brett could see that the belt was snagged on some strange light touching at the juncture of Eli's flesh. Without even thinking about it, Brett grabbed that light and squeezed his massive paw. The light grew brighter and brighter. It heated up, getting hot enough to actually cause a bit of pain to the werewolf, but he continued to squeeze.

Suddenly there was a glassy crack.

And the light went out.

---

The veins on Eli's torso bulged outward with force. Boiling hot, cursed blood flooded into him like a dam had broken. There was no slow stiffening this time, instead his body instantly began to swell and crack as any movement transferred directly into change.

Brett gave a long exhale, as Eli's chest began to crack and darken, he could feel his friends insides loosen up on him, allowing him to once again drive more of his cock into him.

The moment that Eli felt a single millimeter of his body give way, it was instantly filled with penis. He snarled, feeling his throat change with every vibration of his vocal cords.

“Come on! Fuck me into a proper wolf!" The voice was feral and frothy, still changing as he spoke. Eli changed fast, his body changing so violently that he feared he would simply explode. Waves of muscle bore around growing bone, skin just barely able to contain the massive girth. His shirt tore open like tissue paper.

Pre now was practically gushing from the changing creatures dick, matting the growing fur-beard on his expanding face. Eli was getting sick of waiting on his friend to get to fucking him silly, se he decided to give him a little boost! Now that he was free from the hold of the crystal, Eli grabbed his friend and violently flipped him over, with Brett giving a small yelp in surprise. Now that Eli was on top, he would make sure he got properly screwed. With the cock still in his ass, Eli began bouncing up and down, grinding Brett's knot against his anus and feeling that tip jutting into the last of his human insides.

There was no more humanity left in this house, only two horny werewolves and a Witch watching from the corner, gleefully cackling at the corruption of the humans before her. Eli was as monstrous and rough as any could imagine, Brett simply laying back for the ride, tongue hanging out of his dripping maw. Eli Pressed with all his might on the cock, and felt that massive knot slip into him. His own wolfhood was being ignored, so he gave a loud growl at Brett, who took notice. Finally there was something that could satisfy his meat, Brett's big lupine snout. The two seemed to race at the same pace to the same end, both cocks firing pre in massive amounts. As if the two could sense one another's rhythm, both quickly approached their climax.

As the two felt the peak of their Halloween night approach, Brett could finally smell Eli, and it was the smell of pure bliss and fulfillment. Perhaps that feeling was what drove them both to their simultaneous orgasm. Brett felt himself quiver as even though the layer of werewolf flesh, you could still hear the spurt of his fat ropes of cum inside that ass. Eli let out a cry that could be heard for miles as the inhuman force of his orgasm drove Brett's maw off of it. It was like a fire hose went off, the cum so hot it steamed even while it arched through the air. Brett howled too, then gave a snarl, he didn't want Eli's cum anywhere but in or on him, so he went to tackle his friend from below. The fat knotted cock popped from Eli's ass, a tsunami of thick werewolf jizz gushing out. The two began to wrestle, still orgasming and launching cum absolutely everywhere. Soon both wolves were white with semen, the only way to tell them apart was that one was just a bit bigger than the other, and the other had a lighter build and a more laid back posture to him. Both gave a hearty pant, coming together for a kiss and tasting the nuances of the meaty jizz swirling in their mouths.

“Aww, how sweet, I should have brought my camera!" The witch came forward from the shadows. She gave WereEli a gentle pat on his sticky, gooey head. “Heheh, don't need to worry about chasing the paranormal anymore will you? Now that you have some company the two of you could go about say… Making your own Halloween stories. Or perhaps you could find some more lucky fellows to turn to creatures of the night? Go and see for yourself, the night is still young."

A flash of green seemed to shine in Brett's eyes, complemented by an amber yellow from Eli. Together they were ready to enter the world of the unseen themselves, perhaps now Eli could show everyone just how real this all was.