By: Die Booth.

I can’t control it.

The beast inside.

On moon-nights I’m at its mercy, transformed into a creature of violence and insatiable appetite.

I try to limit the damage. To stick to the trees. But the city calls me. Last month I couldn’t resist. I heard a woman’s scream. Men in yellow coats bundled me into a van.

“What have you taken, mate?”

“You can’t go running around naked.”

They put me in a small room. I was glad. In the morning, back to myself, I escaped when they opened the door.

“How the Hell did that dog get in here?”

© 2025. Die Booth

Die Booth is a queer indie author from Chester, UK, who likes wild beaches and exploring dark places. His books, including his cursed new novella Cool S, are available online. You can find out more about his writing at diebooth.wordpress.com.

Posted March 26, 2025.