Werewolf Alley

I saw this alleyway the other day and a little tale sprang to mind.

Thanks so much for reading….

Frieda bought the warehouses for the alleyway. When she saw the ad online for two self-contained warehouses linked by an alleyway, suitable for commercial/industrial use, she couldn’t believe her luck. She had to hock everything she owned to buy them – even selling her grandmother’s treasured diamond ring – but she had to do what she could to secure them. She needed the alleyway.

The real estate agent, a tall, greasy-haired man with a fake tan and an iPhone with a ringtone that sounded like a roar, elucidated the benefits of the warehouses, but Frieda was only interested in the alleyway. Pacing up and down it several times. Checking that the walls were impenetrable, the gates unshakeable.

‘I’ll take it,’ Frieda said, standing in the alleyway, staring up at the sky. The moon was appearing early in a late afternoon bloom, already waxing crescent.

‘Excellent,’ said the real estate agent, handing her the paperwork as his iPhone roared again like a sedated lion. ‘That’s not what you call a roar,’ Frieda thought.

Wain liked the warehouse. It was open plan, full of wood and industrial strength metal, allowing him to scheme and dream with his arms wide. As they moved their belongings in, Frieda noticed how big the windows were, letting in the moon from floor to ceiling, waxing gibbous.

‘I really like it here,’ Wain said, whistling as he hung pictures.

As the moon grew fuller, Wain grew quieter, introspective as a poet. Frieda saw the shadows of tufts of silver fur on the back of his neck. She fed him steak tartare by the kilo for dinner.

On the morning of the first night of the full moon, Frieda checked the alleyway. She had installed two stronger gates, iron-clad, bulletproof. She had electrified the walls behind the gates so that if anyone tried to climb them they would be quickly thrown to the ground.

As dusk fell on the first night of the full moon Frieda opened the alleyway door. Wain, in the moments before the change, docile and vague as an old dog, was pushed into the alleyway. He staggered, disoriented, falling to his knees.

Frieda locked and triple bolted the door as the moon rose. The silver light plunged through the windows settling on the photos of Wain and Frieda on the mantel. They looked happy together in the moonlight, lustrous, almost normal.

Soon the moon was high in the sky as if pushed upward from the ground by levers. The wooden warehouse floors were lit up. Frieda heard the gates being pounded, soft and deep as a bass drum, but continuous. There was a howl and a shuffling along the walls. A charge. The lights flashed off then on again. There was a moan and a thud.

It went on all night, the pounding, the howling, the electric surging, the moaning. The moon directed it all, pulling the shadows right out of the room. As dawn drew near the electricity surged along the walls for the last time. There was a thud like a pillar falling and a roar, blaring, thunderous, sick of it all.

Frieda laughed, wry, weary, thinking of real estate agents who had no idea.

‘Now that’s what you call a roar,’ she said.

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28 responses to “Werewolf Alley

  1. I LOVE this. All of us make allowances for our beloved beasts, right? Teh Awesomeness.

    • If I had a significant other who was a werewolf I would probably want to stop him from ripping people’s throats out during a full moon. Haha. We DO have to make allowances. Great to see you, Heather!

  2. Hi Selma,
    Fantastic story, and I loved the ending as well, yes she certainly did know what a real roar sounded like. :D

    • Haha. I actually heard someone on the bus the other day who had a ringtone that sounded like a roar. It stuck in my mind. It made everyone on the bus jump. Glad to see you’re feeling a bit better, Mags xxx

  3. Well done Selma. We need a ‘love’ button instead of ‘like’ for this one.

  4. Wow, terrific – the ending rounds the story off nicely – well contained (as is the werewolf ;) ) – I was wondering how it could end (I would have been stuck) but your ending is just perfect. In a way it would have been nice to put the real estate agent in with Waim but that would have been another side story – hahaha – so many sleasy real estate agents around.

    • I wouldn’t have minded finishing off the real estate agent, especially if he was a Sydney real estate agent. Haha. It’s interesting when you write a short story because there are so many ways you could go with it. I used to deliberate about endings and stuff for ages, but now I just kind of let the story write itself. Does that make sense? So glad you liked it, Gabe!

  5. a great tale Selma You have some real talent ;)

  6. Oooh! It’s been awhile since we’ve had a good creepy story from you,, and this was Selma at your best! I loved where the story was headed and that Freida spent the night listening and waiting. Wonderfully dark! :-)

    • That alley just got me thinking and I wondered what it would be like to have to keep some kind of creature contained. The things I think of…..LOL. So glad you liked it, Josie!

  7. wow, that was just the right dose of creepy with a pinch of fun. beautifully detailed and the timing is edge-of-the-seat-about-to-fall-off. and alleyways are so strangely fascinating. totally enjoyed the story, encore, encore haha

    • I have a thing about alleyways, Tipota. There is a sense of creepiness about them, but also a sense of secrecy – they are so contained. Fascinating spots. You have made me feel good about the timing. I strive for that. Thank you so much :mrgreen:

  8. Now Selma that’s the start of television series. :-)…so very creative! Loved it.

    • That’s a fantastic idea, slpmartin. When I finished writing this I felt as if I could go on with it a little more. I’ve never written a TV script before but I’ll have a good think about it. Thanks for the inspiration!!

  9. Haha – what a riot. That is a very creepy looking alleyway. The whole roar theme made me laugh and brought something to mind – when I was still at school, I often used to go to a very good friend’s house in the afternoons and one day we were in the hallway of the house looking through the books on a bookshelf there when we heard this almighty roar coming from behind one of the bedroom doors. (Her parents were divorced and her father had his business at home, and obviously at that particular moment, his secretary :-))
    We couldn’t contain ourselves and fell about in noisy hilarity, haha

  10. Love it! I love to look into alleyways too. Love what your imagination did with this one. Great ending, chuckled at Frieda’s blasé thoughts.

    • Alleyways are so cool, Jen. You never know what you are going to see when you peek down one. Frieda did have a wry sense of humour ;)

  11. Good story with a good visual, could be the cover for a book of your novels.
    You said to Gabrielle that the story writes the end by itself, it is funny, I find the same with a drawing, the best one are the one where I let go and do not interfere too much.

    • That is so interesting, Benedicte. I find that a lot – the best things I write are the ones I don’t fiddle around with too much. I just let the story be born almost. Thank you so much for your comment!

  12. I love this. My first thought was, Oh no! Not the diamond ring! LOL. But she did the right thing. Smart girl. I hope they’ll be very happy there.

    • I know, Karen. I didn’t want her to sell the ring either (funny how we become attached to our characters, even the short fiction ones…) but she had to do it. I’m sure they’ll be happy there as long as the gates hold out 8O

  13. fan-friggen-tastic, Selma! Once again, I am blown away by your gift for story-telling.

  14. Awesome Selma, deliciously creepy. Love the way your brain goes off into random weirdness lol

    • Random weirdness – I take that as a great compliment. Haha. It’s a crazy old brain I’ve got, that’s for sure :lol: