An excerpt from Aaron Yeung’s story, as seen in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: HOLLYWOOD.

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At first glance, everything is as he had left it. His complimentary hotel-brand notepad remains where his last idea had left it, on the counter. His suitcase remains by the bed, untouched and closed firm. His button-up shirts, strewn about in the many weeks, lie piled on the ottoman at the end of the bed.

But, carved into the room, a visage even in the dark. Enormous and somehow having left no mark on its entry. Sitting down, crooked, still with him looming upright, the thing is still slightly taller than him. And yet, like everything else that exists in a hotel room, it does not feel completely out of place. He stares.

The shape of its head is almost like a dog’s. Ears pointed, body black, like some naked Egyptian god of death. It reaches out, its outstretched limb an equivocal gesture, almost beckoning, motioning him forward.

Still drunk, he blinks through the sight, half caught on the door. As he realizes the meaning of the motion, he clambers clumsily away from the threshold, limbs and body almost enthralled forward. As the door shuts, closing out the lights of the hallway, the room is left in blackness. And somehow the thing seems clearer, more defined in the dark.

He sees it clearer then, the details and familiar outline.

He manages to form words through his slack jawed astonishment.

“All right. I get it. Very funny. What’s that, the last of the budget?” The thing makes no sound, no movement save for the falling of its arm to its side. “New prototype for the sequel? That it? Very cool. Very, uh, realistic…”

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