August 21, 2007
You’re walking down a dark lane, a cold wind howling at your back, and the silhouettes of gnarled tree branches just visible against the night sky.
Suddenly the clouds clear, and a brilliant full moon bursts forth. You hear a rustling behind you… a snarling, a snuffling… even growling? A misshapen, furry hunched figured glides through the trees behind you, following your scent.
You nervously look around - surely it’s only your old dog Rex? Werewolves don’t exist, right?