"Mom? are you okay?" Jake called out as he left the safety of his bed, and crept across the cold wooden floor, pushing his door open.
He looked down the dim lit hallway, and called out for his mother again, but there was no answer.
Jake flipped the light switch on and off, but no light shined through the hall..so he continued on, walking slowly towards his mother's door.
"Mama?" Jake called out again, cause he could hear strange noises coming from her bedroom.
His hand reached out and touched the cold handle of the doorknob as he twisted it in his hands and pushed the door open.
The room was pitch black, and there was a sweet salty smell in the air...a smell all too familiar with him, a smell he knew all too well.
A stirring in the corner of the room caught his attention, as something big and black moved..."Ma-mama?" he called out again, as part of the word lingered in his throat.
The beast turned and looked at him with it's deep and cool red eyes, blood dripped from it's mouth as it snarled at the boy...and Jake fell back, tripping over his mother's dead body.
"Mama!?" he screamed as he looked at the monster before him, "What have you done?" he cried out!.
"Not me....you Jake...what have you done?" asked the Werewolf as the boy stared up at the beast following it's gaze to the mirror...seeing his reflection.
Jake screamed which turned into a howl as he thrashed about the room....
The alarm clock sounded and Jake rose up from his deep sleep, sweat running down his body, as he tried to calm down his breathing.
"just a dream...just a dream." he said as he looked about the small motel room, making sure that was where he was and alone.