Cycle of the Werewolf May by Stephen King

Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen King In the Stinking Darkness under the barn, he raised his Shaggy head. His yellow, stupid eyes gleamed. I hunger, he whispered.  Henry Ellender the Wolf   Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, all the rest but the Second have thirty-one, Rains and snow and jolly sun, and the moon grows fat in every one Child's Rime   "Even a man, who is pure in heart and say his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms and the Autumn Moon is bright. Laurence Talbot-1941 The Wolf-Man   Full Flower Moon - May In most areas, flowers are abundant everywhere during this time. Thus, the name of this Moon. Other names include the Full Corn Planting Moon, or the Milk Moon.   On the night before Homecoming Sunday at the Grace Baptist Church, the Reverend Lester Lowe has a terrible dream from which he awakes, trembling, bathed in sweat, staring at the narrow windows of the parsonage. Through them, across the road, he can see the church. Moonlight falls through the parsonages bedroom windows in still silver beams, and for one moment he fully expects to see the werewolf the old codgers have been whispering about. Then he closes his eyes, begging for forgiveness for his superstitious lapse, finishing his prayer by whispering the For Jesus sake, amen so his mother taught him to end all his prayers. Ah, but the dream   In his dream it was tomorrow and he had been preaching the Homecoming Sermon. The Church is always filled on Homecoming Sunday (only the oldest of the old codgers still call it Old Home Sunday now), and instead of looking out on pews half or wholly empty as he does on most Sundays, every bench is full.   In his dream he has been preaching with a fire and a force that he rarely attains in reality (he tends to drone, which may be one reason that Grace Baptists attendance has fallen off so drastically in the last ten years or so). This morning his tongue seems to have been touched with the Pentecostal Fire, and he realizes that he is preaching the greatest sermon of his life, and its subject is this: THE BEAST WALKS AMONG US. Over and over he hammers at the point, vaguely aware that his voice has grown roughly strong, that his words have attained an almost poetic rhythm.   The Beast, he tells them, is everywhere. The Great Satan, he tells them, can be anywhere. At a high school dance. Buying a pack of Marlboros and a BIC Butane Lighter down at the Trading Post. Standing in front of Brightons Drug, eating a Slim Jim, and waiting for the 4:40 Greyhound from Bangor to pull in. The Beast might be sitting next to you at a band concert or having a piece of pie at the Chat n Chew on Main Street. The Beast, he tell them, his voice dropping to a whisper that throbs, and no eyes wonders. He has them in thrall. Watch for the Beast, for he may smile and say he is your neighbor, but oh my brethren, his teeth are sharp and you may mark the uneasy way in which his eyes roll. He is the Beast, and he is here, now, in Tarkers Mills. He   But here he breaks off, his eloquence gone, because something terrible is happening out there in the sunny church. His congregation is beginning to change, and he realizes with horror that they are turning into werewolves, all of them, all three hundred of them: Victor Bowle, the head selectman, usually so white and fat and pudgy his skin is turning brown, roughening, darkening with hair! Violet MacKenzie, who teaches piano her narrow spinsters body is filling out, her thin nose flattening and splaying! The fat science teacher, Elbert Freeman, seems to be growing fatter, his shiny blue suit is splitting, clock springs of hair are busting out like the stuffing from an old sofa! His fat lips split back like bladders to reveal teeth the size of piano keys!   The Beast, the Rev. Lowe tires to say in his dreams, but the words fail him and he stumbles back from the pulpit in horror as Cal Blodwin, the Grace Baptists head deacon, shambles down the center aisle, snarling, money spilling from the silver collection plate, his head cocked to one side. Violet MacKenzie leaps on him and they roll in the aisle together, biting and shrieking in voices that are almost human.   And now the other join in and the sound is like a zoo at feeding-time, and this time the Rev. Lowe screams it out, in a kind of ecstasy: The Beast! The Beast is everywhere! Everywhere! Every But his voice is no longer his voice; it has become an inarticulate snarling sound, and when he looks down, he sees his hands protruding form the sleeves of his good black suit coat have become snaggled paws. And then he awakes.   Only a dream, he thinks, lying back down again. Only a dream, thank GOD. But when he opens the church doors that morning, the morning of Homecoming Sunday, the morning after the full moon, it is no dream he sees; it is the gutted body of Clyde Corliss, who has done janitorial work for years, hanging face-down over the pulpit. His push broom leans close by. None of this is a dream; the Rev Lowe only wishes it could be. He opens his mouth, hitches in a great, gasping breath, and begins to scream. Spring has come back again and this year, the Beast has come with it.   This Story is from the Book "Cycle of the Werewolf" by Stephen King. You can find a copy at www.Barnes&Noble.com   Carl Ray Louk Not racist, not violent, just not silent anymore Fighting for lower taxes, less government, and more freedom. 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