21 March 1884 Is madness contagious? Does it jump from host to host like fleas leaving a dead cat? I fear my brother’s affliction has spread to me. Perhaps it is my just punishment for keelhauling him. I have hidden … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Day Seven
19 March 1884 After twenty years locked in his attic room, my beloved brother Ethan has died. He expired peacefully – well, as peacefully as possible after the torments of his past – and I was finally able to retrieve … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Day Six
6 October 1864 I know not if it be a curse or a blessing that my dearest Ethan survived his punishment. He clung to life as desperately as he clings to that awful ornament, but his mind – what remained … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Day Five
24 September 1864 Though to keelhaul a man is indeed a cruel and unusual punishment if any there be, yet it could not be by my hand that my own flesh and blood should actually be put to death. And … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Day Four
23 September 1864 I cast my eyes over the murdered castaway, and there I beheld an apparition so ghastly that my senses reeled, and I did swoon against the bedpost. A moment later I bared my eyes, and beheld— merely … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Day Three
23 September 1864 My brother’s strange behavior has borne fearful fruit in a way I could never have envisioned. Early this morning, just as the sun’s rays began to light the sea, we discovered a castaway drifting in the waters. … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Day Two
21 September 1864 It is with the utmost reluctance that I put pen to paper on this most grievous day, when for shame alone my soul would rather to expunge from this account, than record for all posterity these most … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Day One
Barney regretted not persuading his folks against this trip to the coast. The only thing worse than being a 16-year-old boy was being a 16-year-old boy on vacation with his parents. “Not a lot happens around here,” Ted Martin, the … Continue reading Werewolf 147 — Interstellar Pig: Signups
