Chapter 15

The finale.


Sandy was standing at the edge of her windowsill. It had been exactly three long weeks since Stan had visited, and she hoped he would keep his promise and come back. The moon's light, brighter than usual, lit up the sky. A strange feeling came over her, a feeling of that her brother would not return. But she kept hope, and continued to watch for him through the window.

Then she remembered something she didn't think about. How would she get down to Stan if he did come? She couldn't jump; she would certainly fall to her demise at the bottom, nor could she go downstairs and escape from the front door because Hillary was asleep on the couch in the living room, and she didn't want to risk waking her up, and plus, she couldn't open the door. Or ... could she try and slide down the side of the house? That was her last possible option.

She turned and looked down from the ledge she was standing on into carpet of grass that made up her yard. The voices in the back of Sandy's head kept telling her no. She tried to ignore them, and then slowly crawled of the side of the platform and grabbed onto the steel siding of the house. In small intervals, she let herself slide down about an inch or two. Climbing down wasn't an option because her paws would not grip the walls. She continued to let herself down bit by bit.

When she was about halfway to the ground, she stopped for a moment and rested. She started her descent once again, but one of her paws let go of the wall. Sandy began to panic, her paws becoming sweaty and would not reattach to the side of the building. Her other hand lost contact with the wall, and soon enough the ground was rushing up towards her.



The tiger-striped hamster was lying in the grass, bruised and scratched. Sandy was weak from the fall, but even so she managed to look up at whatever - or whoever - was there. Standing above her was a large, hairy silhouette that she recognized almost immediately.

"Stan? Is that you?" she said softly.

"Do you know any other werewolves? Heck yes it's me."

Sandy was relieved to know that her brother had kept his promise. "I'm so glad you came."

"You sure fall a lot. Maybe next time you go climbing you should put some superglue on your hands." Sandy blushed. "Well anyway, I didn't come here for no diddle-daddle. We've got to hurry."

"Hurry where?"

"We need to go to the field. The trees are small there and won't block the view. I need to see the lunar eclipse completely or this won't work."

Sandy gasped. "But the field . . . that's by the clubhouse!"

"And your point . . . ?"

"I . . . nothing. Nevermind. I just don't really want to go back there . . . not after what happened."

"Neither do I, but we have to. Now come on, get on by back and we'll go there."

Sandy shrugged it off, and did what she was told. She had no idea how fast Stan was as a werewolf . . .


They were in the field within minutes. Stan already had his attention set on the moon, but Sandy had her thought set on something else. The clubhouse.

The tree already had a dark feeling to it. Like it was dead. The few small windows were either cracked or missing completely, the bark on the tree was peeling, even the door looked rusty and old. She turned back to Stan, trying to forget the terrible memories of that night. She tried to talk to Stan, but he would not reply. She looked to the moon to see what he was so focused on, and sure enough, the eclipse had begun. Only a corner of the moon was shadowed, and it was progressing quickly across the rest of its face.

The whole moon was covered. Moments later, the shadow moved off the moon, and into the dark void of night. Stan looked down at her, still a werewolf.

"Now what, Stan?"

He paused for a moment, and then said, "I am free from the curse."

With that, he began morphing into his hamster form. His arms grew shorter, his teeth more dull, and his body less furry. When he was done, he lay on the ground, gasping for air.

"Sandy . . . I'm normal again."

She didn't believe it at first, but then over her shock she ran over to him and hugged him tight. "Stan! Stan! I'm so glad you're back!"

He pushed her off. "Yeah, yeah. Now I need to get back to Noel, 'cause I bet he's worried about me."

Sandy sighed. "And your attitude is back too . . ."

Stan, merely waving goodbye, left her alone in the field. She stopped him.

"What about the clubhouse?" she asked him shyly.

"What do you mean, 'what about the clubhouse'?"

"I mean, I kind of want to go see how it is in there."

Stan raised one of his eyebrows. "Weren't you the one who didn't want to go near that place?"

"I know, but . . . I'm curious."

Stan rolled his eyes, but then agreed to go with her. They walked over, and stopped at the door. "So . . . who goes first?" Sandy asked.

"You," her brother said. "It was your idea."

She breathed deeply, then pulled the door open slowly. A terrible small lingered in the tunnel, enough to make both hamsters gag. Surpassing the stench, they continued down the gloomy path, and the farther they went, the worse the smell got. Finally, they reached the door to the main room. Sandy placed her paw on the doorhandle, but paused.

"Stan . . . I'm not so sure this is such a good idea."

"Just do it. What's the worst that could happen?" Sandy closed her eyes and turned the handle. The door swung open, releasing an even more horrid scent than before. They then took a look into the room - and screamed. Lying on the floor was the rotted corpse of one of their beloved ham-hams. It was unclear who, for it was too decomposed to tell, the body not being much more than a skeleton with fur. But it was enough to make the pair of siblings bolt back down the tunnel faster than a bullet train.

They fell to the ground outside the clubhouse, completely out of breath.

"Ohmygawd ohmygawd ohmygawd . . ."

"I knew that was a bad idea from the start, sis."

She gave him a blank stare, then agreed. "I'm sorry I made you do that-"

"It's okay," he reassured her. "But I need to go. Like I said before, I've got to get back to Noel." This time before he left, he stopped and gave Sandy a hug, and even a small peck on the cheek.


Stan was sitting on the rug outside the door by his house, waiting for Noel to come home. "He'll see me for sure if I wait here," he thought to himself.

A while later, he saw a pair of headlights pull into his driveway. It was Noel's car. Stan watched as his owner got out of his car, walked up to the door with his key, and . . .

. . . nearly stepped on him. To Stan's dismay, Noel didn't see him and he had to leap out of the way before he got squashed. Breathing fast, he jumped into the house before Noel closed the door.

"That was way too close for comfort," he said to himself. He pondered on where else he could be noticed, then looked over at his human sitting down on the sofa. Stan scampered across the floor and up Noel's leg, which apparently startled him, for he shot up from the couch, leaving Stan hanging on by a thread. But by the time Noel looked down to see what had just crawled up his leg, he was overjoyed to see his hamster was back.

He picked him up in his hand petted him gently. "Oh, Stan! I missed you so much! Where did you go? I'm glad to have you back!" He brought Stan over to his carrier, and placed him inside. "Now don't you go running off on me again."

Noel then rushed off to his phone to call Hillary. Stan however, just smirked.

"I may be a hamster on the outside, but I'll still be a werewolf on the inside . . ." He morphed back into his wolf form and went to sleep inside his minihouse.


Stay tuned for my next story! Sort of a sequel to this, or a prequel, or whatever. It is somewhat related, but it isn't really a 'quel of any kind. The plot - Stan is a werewolf, but he doesn't want the others to know, especially not his sister. What will happen? You'll just have to watch for my new story!