She heard the howl, then something downstairs. She hurried downstairs, through the living room.
Something was in the kitchen.
She walked through the darkness, opening the kitchen door.
The refrigerator light illuminated something huge and hairy, hunched behind the door.
She grabbed a broom and turned on the light.
There was a howl and a werewolf appeared from behind the door.
She ran forward hitting it with the broom. "How many times have I told you not to come in until you're changed back?"
"Mom. Stop."
"OUT."
The werewolf ran outside.
"And sweep up these hairs when you come back."
Written for the October competition at the FFF.
Came in 2nd place.
