Yay! Here's my story!
At last I'm home. I'm shaking and my hand hurts; it's not badly bitten, but I think the shock is making me feel worse. Mr Carter said he'd take me to the hospital but I didn't want to make a fuss. He looked more shaken that I was - little Max has never so much as growled at anyone before, he said. Bloody dogs. I run my hand under the tap and wash it with antiseptic. If it looks bad in the morning, I'll call in to see the doctor. I stare at my face in the mirror - I look so white, my features appear altered. I go to bed.

The next morning my hand seems OK, so I put a plaster over the bite and head straight to work. All things considered, I feel pretty good, but I get annoyed with the people in the office because the place is so noisy, much worse than normal. And there's a really strange smell in the air that no one else seems aware of. I complain to my boss, but she just looks at me oddly.

Two days later and the smell at work is no better; it's starting to affect me and I feel excitable. People keep asking me if I've done something with my hair - at lunchtime I look at myself in the mirror in the staff-room. I look different, but I can't determine why. I do, however, decide to book another electrolysis appointment with Marianne - it doesn't seem like I had one that long ago, but still! I look terrible.

At the end of the week, my boss calls me into her office and asks me if I'm OK. I assure her I'm fine, but I don't seem to be able to stop sniffing the air and I've developed a strange habit of turning around three times before I sit down. Maybe I've got OCD. She suggests I take a few days off, and I jump at the chance. I mean literally, I jump. I'm off that chair and out the door - I can go and play in the park!

The next morning, I'm alarmed to see that my hair problem has increased. There's a knock at the door and I don't want to answer, but the caller is very insistent. I open the door; it's Mr Carter, and when he sees me, he nods his head and says, 'I thought this might happen.' He turns to Max, who's sitting on the path behind him. 'I hope you're ashamed of yourself,' he says, and I swear Max shrugs. My phone is ringing, so I make my apologies and retreat inside.

It's my mum on the phone - she only lives down the road but she's always too busy to walk up to see me. 'Do you know Mr Carter?' I ask her. 'Oh him, yes,' she replies. 'Sad story really - he had a lovely family, but his son went missing and his wife died not knowing what happened to him. I often see him out with that dog; I don't think he has much else.' I ask her, 'Did they ever find the son?' Mum says she doesn't think so; we chat a bit more, but I decide not to mention my recent developments.

One week on and I can't deny that something very weird is happening to me. Mr Carter called by a couple of times, but I hid behind the curtains and scratched my ears. Next door's cat sends me into a frenzy of excitement and I feel terribly guilty every time I sit on the sofa. I'm sure it's stress-related, and I just need to take a few days resting at home. I tried to ring in sick, but my boss couldn't understand me. And as for my hair problem, who knows? I don't seem to be able to look into the mirror any more - it's like I've shrunk or something.

I feel very strange. I think I'll lie down on my blanket and wait for the feeling to pass.
( thealternativefact, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 16:38, 19 replies, latest was 17 years ago)

Fiction
is not my forte. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!
( thealternativefact, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 16:42, Reply)

Actually
I did enjoy that. Not creepy like some of the others, but still unusual, and with a little bit of humour.

I was waiting for the bit where you were dragging your arse along the ground using only your hands!
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 16:49, Reply)

I'll do that
at the next Big Bash.
( thealternativefact, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 16:52, Reply)

Hee hee
It's kind of cute in a strange way.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 16:57, Reply)

I like this
it has mileage.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 16:59, Reply)

I'm off for a bit
I may well be back on later, post-Doctor Who.

Bye.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:02, Reply)

Thank you
you three!
( thealternativefact, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:06, Reply)

Next day
To my surprise and delight I discovered I could lick my own genitals!

You must carry this tale on!
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:07, Reply)

I like this.
Although it's not scary, it's funny and draws you in to see what happens next.
( girlinthehole, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:08, Reply)

I can't write any more!
I've already gone over the word limit and Che is very strict.

You'll have to use your imagination re the genital licking.

Edit: I also chose to focus on the unexplained and supernatural, rather than the scary - I'm not good at scary.
( thealternativefact, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:11, Reply)

yes you can
just do another installment.

preferably involving Winalot Prime and a cat.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:12, Reply)

I liked it!
And I still do!

*clank*
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:13, Reply)

I will
be most disappointed of there isn't any genital licking, or at least a passing reference to said act.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:14, Reply)

Perhaps I will...
The Occasional Adventures of, er, DogGirl.

With a special chapter on genitals and their lickability.
( thealternativefact, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:14, Reply)

Brilliant
*applies stronghold to back of the neck and pops a wormer down Clendrix's throat*
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 19:19, Reply)

Hee-hee
I shall enjoy vet visits if I get to rub against Becky's legs.

*rubs*
*rubs some more*
( thealternativefact, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 19:45, Reply)

when's the next instalment?
you can't leave it there!
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Sun 6 Jul 2008, 11:41, Reply)

There was never meant to be a next instalment...
...but perhaps I can think of a next bit!
( thealternativefact, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 15:33, Reply)

.
"I also chose to focus on the unexplained and supernatural, rather than the scary - I'm not good at scary."

I like the unexplained. If your cerative juices do get flowing, I look forward to the next installment.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 22:21, Reply)