Russell and I stood at our front door, later that night, as we finally made it home. We were talking with the werewolf hunter, who was giving up some advice on how to take care of our two monster kids.
The werewolf hunter gave us a pair of silver dog whistles on a chain to Russell and myself. "This will help your kids return to normal. When the change under the next full moon night, just blow on this magic dog whistle. It will turn your two innocent kids back the way they were," he said. "Keep it worn around your neck, at all times," the hunter explained.
Taking the silver dog whistle from my shaky, and nervous hands, the werewolf hunter showed me how to wear the necklace. He held the dog whistle in his grasp, around my neck, showing us what to do with it.
I took the silver dog whistle in my grasp. I looked at the light. Looking at the hole where I was supposed to blow on it, I put it to my lips But the fierce werewolf hunter quickly grabbed it out of my mouth. He snatched the dog whistle off my neck.
"Not on a full moon night, like tonight, love," said the werewolf hunter, honestly. "Only when you are in danger of protecting your children from the shape-shifters," he continued. "It seems everybody in Sparkle Town is under the curse of the full moon's enactment. Do let the moon bewitch your children. Or you can make it turn for worse," said the werewolf hunter, explaining what was going on.
We heard our two kids, Mark and Valentino, coming out of their bedrooms, from upstairs. Hearing the house creak, we turned and looked behind us. As we saw Mark and Valentino, in their cozy pajamas, looking at us with fear and dread. They leaned against the staircase.
"Kids, we think we can help you get better," I said, trying to get their attention. They turned to look at each other in confusion. "I know it sounds bad, right now. But we know somebody here. To help control your animal instincts," I said, holding up the silver dog whistle in my hand up to them.
Suddenly, Mark roughly pushed his scrawny little brother, Valentino down the flight of stairs. "You're not going to stop us being monsters, mom and dad," Mark said, angrily. "We like what we are really meant to be. This whole town is going to be infected with pure, supernatural blood. Soon, Valentino and myself will make sure, you and dad are both turned, like us, too," Mark said.
Russell politely thanked the werewolf hunter for stopping by. Then, he quietly closed the door on him. Turning around, to face his children, Russell turned an angry and serious expression on his bold, robust face. "What is your problem, Mark?" Russell asked, demanding respect.
Looking dumbfounded at Russell and myself, Mark's eyes got wide with worry and fear. "Ever since my brother and I went through last Halloween, on our birthday's, you think we should have experienced enough supernatural activity enough for us," Mark snapped, angrily. "We finally get to be different this year. And you don't like our change," Mark said matter-of-factly.
Suddenly, hearing Valentino moaning and groaning coming awake, at the bottom of the staircase, we turned to watch Valentino get to his creaking feet, slowly in the moonlit window. Mark started to walk down the stairs, quickly at a time. He helped his brother get to his feet. "Sorry I got you hurt, bro," Mark apologized.
Checking himself out, Valentino sighed and dusted his pajama sleeves off. "I'll be alright, bro," he insisted. "Just don't bully me around too much. Or we're going to have some problems living together," Valentino said.
It started to thunder outside the dimly lit living room we gathered in. The glow of the warm yellow lights, hanging on the walls in the house, started to flicker. But they stayed on. "If there's anything you two need, before you go to bed, tonight. Let your father or myself know, okay, kids?" I asked them, politely.
They nodded and shook their heads. "You should probably put a lock on their door at night, dear," Russell told me, looking with dread at our kids. "In case they decided to run wild again," he continued.
Valentino suddenly smiled and looked at his brother. "Did you know? We can change into monsters, whenever we want, too," he said, informatively. "Only at night. It takes concentration and willpower to change. Watch," Valentino said.
Stepping in front of the path or moonlight from the bottom of the stairs in front of the kitchen window, we watched and waited to see Mark and Valentino change into hairy beasts of darkness, before our very eyes.
Suddenly, Russell was not like what he was seeing happening to his two children in the moonlight. Taking the silver dog whistle around his neck, he started to blow on it. But there was no sound coming out of it. Eyes wide with fear, Russell and I watched as our two sounds continued shape-shifting into hairy monsters before us.
They came after Russell and myself.