Last night was Halloween night and I spent it at utama watching american werewolf in london. i was blown away sejak the violent transformation scenes and the surrealistic dream sequences. The movie opens when to young men are attacked on the moors (a hound of the baskervilles reference?) sejak a nightamrish hellhound( yet another baskervilles reference) and only one of them survives. Not to give to muche away but upon his release from hospitalization the surviving boy moves in with a sexy nurse whereupon he is visited sejak his deceased friend who has a wiggly peace of flesh hanging off his neck. If anda have seen the movie anda probably know what im referring to. see american werewolf in London sejak all means.
Snap..there was that sound again. The human was nearby, i could hear it, smell it. I could already taste it in my mouth, the blood spilling down my throut finally satisfing my stomach. I caught a glimps of red as i turned around fallowing the scent. There he was with a gun in his hand. He was hunting just like me. Only he was hunting something lebih tinnier and less appitising. I felt sorry for him, just a little. But this was the bulatan of life. He kills a deer i kill him. But then who would kill me? Nobady that was the answer. I was everybodys worst nightmare. Everybody feared me, i thought as i struggled ke hadapan and grabbed the man sejak the waist. he turned in my arms and shot me in the chest. With silver bullets. He wasnt hunting deer. He was hunting me...