Disclaimer: I do not own the story-line or any of the characters from Ginger Snaps, Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed, or Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning.

Lycanthrope

I'm so scared right now, and I don't know what to do. I almost lost Ginger tonight and I don't know, I can't think straight, I can't figure out what to do right now. I need to calm down. Maybe I should start at the beginning.

A couple hours after my last entry Ging and I went out with a bag of the leftover fake gore and shit. I was starting to get a little bit freaked out. I had all these thoughts running through my head like what if we got caught or something, and I had the feeling something bad was going to happen. Ginger didn't want to turn back though, she said we wouldn't get caught.

Trina lives in this condominium thing and there's like a playground out back for the kids, so we stopped there because we'd been trying to find her house from the back, we'd counted the doors. The stupid playground is right by the fucking woods though, and there was a dead dog by the slide. That's two in one day. Ginger didn't want to leave it out in the open because people would freak out. She wanted us to drag it into the woods. So we got hold of its paws, but lucky me, one of its freaking arms came off! I almost fucking threw up, the stench was horrible, and the body was still warm. Off-handed I told Ging that she'd got some of the dog's blood on her, and she started freaking out. It scared the crap out of me until she told me it was the Curse. She started freaking out again, like yelling this time, but all of a sudden something moved and we both heard it. She shut up quick but when we looked past the slide all we could see was one of those little rocking horses moving, the ones on the springs.

Like half a second after that, this huge fucking shadow jumped out of absolutely nowhere and tackled Ginger and like dragged her off into the woods. What ever it was, it was huge, it was bigger than a dog but it was growling and snarling and really fast and strong. There would be no way that Ginger could take on anything like that, I got a glimpse of its teeth and they had to be like three fucking inches long. I went after her, not that there'd be much that I could do, but I couldn't leave my sister, my only friend, to get torn apart by the Beast of Bailey Downs! I was so scared, there weren't even thoughts running through my head, I just kept screaming her name and hoping she'd answer me. I must have been pretty loud because a lot of the backyard lights went on in the condo. No one came out to help though, none of them gave a rats ass that someone was in trouble.

All of a sudden, Ginger literally ran into me and tackled me to the ground. She was covered in blood, her eyes were wild and she screamed something about it being right behind her, but whatever "it" was, grabbed her from behind and dragged her off me. I saw another glimpse of it, more a silhouette with yellow eyes flashing at me. I nearly pissed my pants, but it was on Ginger and it was tearing at her. What could I do? I had my camera with me, so I started bashing its shoulders. It was all that I could think of to do, to distract it at least, I knew it wouldn't really hurt it. I finally gave it a really hard smash and the flash went off and I heard the camera crunch. It knocked the thing out, or made it dizzy or something for just long enough for me to get Ginger up and start running. We were going on pure adrenaline and we zigzagged through the woods to try to throw it off but it just kept coming and it was still growling and snarling. We eventually came out onto a road and almost got ourselves run over by a van. Thankfully it missed us, and got whatever was chasing us instead. I turned around long enough to see that it had been Sam, the drug dealer that Trina screws, that had hit the animal. We didn't stick around though, we kept running so that I could get Ging home and call an ambulance or something.

When we finally got there mom and dad were still at counselling so I got Ginger downstairs by myself and laid her on her bed. She was bleeding pretty badly, I was so scared. She was shaking and in shock and she didn't want me to move her shirt to see how bad it was because it hurt. She asked me what it was. I had to think fast and I told her that I thought it was a dog, but of course, she's not stupid, she knew I was lying. Bears will come after a girl on the rag because of the smell, I told her that too, but Ging knows there's no bears around here. It hurt that I couldn't answer her question and I thought she was dying.

Eventually I took another look at the wounds and it seemed a bit strange. When I touched one she didn't give any sign that it had hurt or that she'd felt anything at all. I looked closer and touched another one and actually asked her if it hurt. She said that it didn't, and there was already new skin starting to heal over the wounds. I'll admit, I freaked out. Ginger wouldn't let me call 911 though, she didn't want Pam to know about it. She promised she'd be fine and we both cried for about an hour, we were so scared. She finally fell asleep, but I can't. I'm sure she's having nightmares and every time I close my eyes I see it

Flash of a dark silhouetted figure, yellow eyes prominently glowing in the blackness surrounding it, hatred and rage and even hunger are plainly visible in them.

and if I tried sleeping I know I'd dream about it.

Flash of the same dark silhouette tearing at something with its teeth, a girl screaming in the background and the world going all fuzzy and unfocused. The monster's eyes gleam with sick satisfaction as what it's tearing at screams in agony as she feels her flesh ripped and her blood flowing.

I needed to write all of this out because of what I just found. When I bashed that thing over the head the last time with the camera and the flash went off, the shutter must have too because there was a picture inside the camera. It was jammed so I had to use tweezers to pry it out, but I finally got it.

Grey fur illuminated by the bright man-made flash of light and an unearthly yellow eye gleaming and reflecting the flash. Too close to be in focus, but clear enough to see the rage and malice in that eye.

I don't know what it is, but I think I'm going absolutely insane because for some reason my mind is screaming at me: lycanthrope.