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Chapter 2 by veryhairy veryhairy

Which story are you here to read?

James Turner, bitten by a Werefuta

It was a dark and stormy night. The winds howled in anger as they wailed through the city streets, bashing against the trees by the sidewalk, almost causing them to overturn. A young man ran through the chaos of the darkness, footsteps echoing dully in the rain, trying to get either home or someplace he could take shelter. He was James Turner, a young 18-year-old high school senior that attended Riverdale High. Riverdale was a town almost forgotten by the rest of the world or not really well known. It was a place where strange happenings occurred. People went missing, and sightings of ghosts or strange apparitions appeared in the night, but the citizens made do with where they lived. They were accustomed to it.

But not James. Though he was born and raised in Riverdale, he was a paranoid individual who would jump in fright at the slightest bump in the night. His spook meter was sky high and that was definitely no lie. And right now he was definitely spooked.

"Hah, hah, hah. Crap crap crap! They're still there!"

Someone had been following James ever since he got off from work at the convenience store that he worked in. After the transit bus had broken down in the middle of a rainstorm he had to walk the rest of the way home. It was only after a few minutes of trudging through the rain that he noticed he was the only one walking down the road beside a single lone shadow a fair distance behind him. Being the paranoid individual he was, he took a detour hoping to lose them, unfortunately for him, they followed him every step of the way.

"Hah, I just gotta, hah, turn this corner," James panted, his umbrella getting pelted by the rain.

As he came across the street corner that he recognized was close to his house, a tall dark shadow overtook him, causing him to slam against it. He felt his head hit something soft and bouncy before he fell backward on his ass. Whoever the pair of breasts belonged to, they were certainly first class.

Hitting his head on the sidewalk, that was the last thought James had before his vision darkened.

What's next?

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