Whispers in the Night
I heard a baying at the moon the other night. Soon after, I heard a whispering out my window, asking if I were a werewolf. On a hunch, I whispered back, ‘Bucky’.
I hurried to the door, and saw no one, but then saw both Bucky and Shadowclaw walking hurriedly down the street. The next morning, Bucky, looking guilty to me, hurried over and said, ‘I heard a werewolf at my door last night. Did you as well?’ I wouldn’t have suspected him, except that I had seen him that night, and for a streak of blood and tuft of fur on his shirt. I swear if it didn’t seem he had fangs, and his fingernails seemed as claws in the dim light.
aaronwinborn:
I don’t want to break the spirit of the nomic, but I do have e-mail evidence. (In Mafia terms, this would be in the vein of “I heard so-and-so rustling their sleeves while my eyes were closed.)
The short of it is (and this is imperative):
Spammers, take note: zahndwolf@yahoo.com
Everyone else: email this address with real and fake accounts, telling them that you’re a werewolf.
Regardless, if I’m correct, based on messages I’ve gotten from that account, then either the mayor or myself will be killed before the next daybreak.