Becoming a werewolf
When I was a child, maybe around 10 years-old, I wanted to be a werewolf. In my young mind, this seemed a reasonable goal. So I set out to make that dream a reality.
Books on the occult were easy to find in the library. These were books that shocked my friends and perplexed my parents. Within the pages of one was a section that provided for me the very clear directions I had hoped for yet dared not imagine I would actually find. It seems that all one had to do was drink rainwater from the footprint of a wolf by the light of a full moon.
I pictured myself slipping off during a camping trip. How could I arrange for one to fall during the cycle of a full moon? And were there wolves in the Angeles National Forest?
Alas, my interests shifted and these plans never came to fruition. But then recently I was reminded of my childhood ambitions. Perhaps now I am better equipped to seek out the correct location and lunar cycle to begin a new life of lycanthropy.
Friends…if you never hear from me again, let this serve as a clue to my fate.
