I couldn't believe what was becoming of my two adoptive children, Mark and Valentino Changeling. After driving them home from their school play tryouts at Haunted High School in our town, I thought their behavior was not acceptable.
Mark and Valentino wouldn't stop fighting over each other. As they shouted to one another in the back seat of our green, family mini van. Who was a better stage actor, my husband, Russell Changeling, who was sitting in the passenger's seat, laughing and playing along with my two children. He was making it worse. I couldn't get myself to concentrate on driving down the highway to get us home safely.
"Boys!" I shouted. I came to a screeching stop at a red stoplight. Everybody in our seats, jerked our heads forward, from getting a headlash. "If you two don't behave, the rest of the car ride home, I'm going to pull this car over. And let you two kids walk the rest of the way home!" I yelled, pointing an accusing finger at each of my two sons in the back seat of the car.
"Sorry, mom," both of my voices quickly muttered in a quiet voice. They lowered their eyes to the floor. "You're the best, mom!" Mark said, suddenly changing the subject. He pumped his fists in the air.
I just quickly narrowed my eyes at my two sons, looking out the back seat of their window. Russell laughed, and tried to get my attention. "Pay attention to the road, honey!" Russell exclaimed, angrily. He pointed at the street light, which had now turned green. Behind us, there was another truck behind us. Honking and the angry driver hairy man, had his head stuck out of the window, raving a mad fists at me for not going.
I quickly ignored the truck driver behind me, and put the gear in drive. And sped off into the night. Just as I was pressing the gas pedal slowly, we turned and screamed! As we watched out the front window of the car, a shadowy hairy-looking beast had fumbled clumsily over the hood of our green mini van.
We screamed again, suddenly. As I told everybody in the van to be quiet. "What was that thing?" I asked my family. I turned to look at my frightened husband, Russell, who was at the window, peering around the side of the car door.
"Honey, I see something getting back up, on its big, tall feet!" Russell screamed at me. I gasped and quickly rolled down my car window on my side. Looking out the foggy night street ahead of me, I opened my mouth in a frightened scream!
As I started to roll the car window back up, I saw under the glow of the white full moon, in the light, the shadow of the hairy beast rising up to meet us again. Its arms outstretched themselves as it quickly jumped on the hood of my green mini car. Howled at the full moon, and quickly walked up to the glass window.
Screaming in fear, I quickly put the gear in the reverse and started to quickly press down on the gas pedal. And floored it! But the hairy wolf creature on the hood of my mini car van, quickly grabbed hold of the sides of the hood. Trying to fall off the car. As I rocked the vehicle back and forth in the middle of the street. While trying to avoid hitting any of the other drivers on the road, at night.
When suddenly, the ugly, big hairy werewolf took its large, clawed hairy right arm. And punched its fists through the glass window of my mini car. Shattering the glass window, as we all screamed. While the hungry, maniac of a werewolf, snarled and tried slashing my husband and myself at our throats!
Putting the gear in drive. I quickly pressed on the gas pedal and drove down the street in the dark, foggy neighborhood. Suddenly, we heard a gunshot in the dark. I pressed down on the breaks. As the werewolf yelped and rolled off the hood of my mini car.
Screeching my car in the middle of the street. We all waited to catch our breath. Listening to the crickets chirping in the darkness. "Is he gone, Russell?" I finally asked, nervously. Not taking his eyes off the front window, I saw Russell give me a nervous shrug of his shoulders.
Unexpectedly, we turned and saw the werewolf jump back up on my car hood. In front of our parked vehicle in the middle of the street. Thinking it was going to be all over for us like this now, there was another gunshot coming from the street, next to us.
A bullet had gone through the werewolf's head, and it dropped down dead, almost immediately. Turning to look out the passenger's side window, we stared at a werewolf hunter, who was standing up behind a trash can, holding his pistol in his grasp.
"Is anybody hurt?" shouted the hunter, to us. Russell and I looked at each other, in shocked expressions. Turning to look back at our two kids in the back seat, we both gasped and frightened! Both of our children were suddenly covered in black animal fur, and they were playfully pawing each other with their claws on their faces.
Russell fainted. I quickly put the gear in drive. And pressed on the gas pedal. I quickly drove our broken, beaten-up mini van home. Before it broke down on us again.