Long ago, yet closer now than it may seem, was my fall from mankind. Some say it was my own folly; I say it was the old man's fault. But never the less, I am here- senses acute, claws and fangs bared.
How did this happen, you may ask? I will be happy to tell my tale. As I mentioned, it was the old man's fault. He had an evil eye which was pale blue with a film over it. Now, I loved the old man for he had never wronged me nor was it his gold I was after. It was his eye that cause me incessant trouble. In one look from this eye, my blood would run cold, like he could see right through me.
I am not sure when the plan to rid myself of the old man and his eye began, but once the seed was planted, the inconceivable notion grew and took a life upon itself. It was all I could think about day and night- how to rid myself of this old man and his evil eye forever?
For many nights, I would grab my lantern and spy upon the old man in his apartment. Once asleep, I would carefully open his door a little and shine a single ray of light from my lantern onto the man's eye as he slept. For many nights did I do this, and for many nights I watched as the old man slept.
Finally, the time came to rid myself of the old man and his eye forever, so I grabbed my lantern and headed towards the old man's apartment like I have done many nights before. The night was still and quiet, which should have been a warning, but a warning, nevertheless, I would not heed. My plan was quite clear- to rid myself of the old man and his eye forever. Nothing was going to stop me, for it was all I could think about to keep from going mad, and I had come too far.
Slowly and stealthily, I opened the door. Even more quiet did I lift my lantern to shine a single ray of light on the evil eye, like I have done many times before. But tonight of all nights was the wrong night to try to rid myself of the old man and his eye.
For what I found was not the old man sleeping in his bed, but a beast of legend staring back at me- yellow eyes staring at me with a fanged grin and saliva dripping from his jaws, he began to howl at the moon. Within seconds, he attacked me for my intrusion.
Now, I am forever cursed, forever a werewolf.
(Adapted from Edgar A. Poes' "The Tell-Tale Heart")
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Not much to tell about myself. I am 27 years old with a Master's Degree in Business Administration. I am still an administrative assistant to two great doctors and love the work I have to do (not very often do you here people who actually love their work). Heck, it's probably not so much the work as it is the people I work with. Anyway, I have a 7 year old son who keeps me on my toes along with 2 dogs and 3 cats. My favorite past-times are reading (E.A.Poe, Neil Gaiman, Anne Rice, H.P. Lovecraft, etc.), listening to music (Slipknot, Buckcherry, Papa Roach, Korn, etc.), and collecting dragons (figurines, pictures, tattoos - 4 of them, etc.)
Subject: Introduction to Vanity 
Mon May 18, 2009 12:25 pm
