Chapter three

Sun, Nov , 2001 (that's close to the time the movie came out. So I'm going with there time)

Dear dairy: It's been 4 days since I was attacked. Also since I got the "Curse" Ginger was right, just and craps are two words that DON'T go together! Feels like some thing is tearing through my stomach. Like the claws of the werewolf that jumped me. But why? Why didn't it kill or even mane me?

Some thing odd is going on.

Well I must be off.

With that Bridgett closed her diary. Gathering all her dirty clothing, throwing them in to a large plastic bag. She left her Motel. It was around four o' clock Am. As she headed for the local Landry mat. She felt nauseated. Gripping her gut she hunched over.

"Probably cramps. Or bad pizza."

The sickness settled back down and Brigitte resumed walking.

Finally reaching the Landry mat she starting to load her laundry into the washing machine.

Throwing in the liquid soap she shut the door.

Watching the clothing swirl in the water made her feel sick.

So looking for some thing to keep her mind busy she found a magazine.

It was some star tabloid. She read it "its better then nothing"

The buzzer went off saying her washing was done. She picked up her wet clothing and dropped it into the dryer. Slipping in a loonie the dryer went to work.

After a mind numbing hour and a half of washing her clothing Brigitte walked back to the hotel.

"God its cold, I hate the winter." She said bitterly to her self. As snow flakes littler the sky. Reminding her of all the pillow fights she used to have with her sister. She could feel the tears build up in her eyes wiping them off she kept walking

As Bridgett walked down the street. She saw two siblings playing in the freshly fallen snow, the parents sat on the porch laughing and drinking hot chocolate.

Bridgett remembered all the times Ginger, and her had played in the snow when they where little. A sad feeling crept across her "Will I ever feel joy again?" She thought.

"I'd do any thing for a second chance. All this mess wouldn't have even happed, It's all my fault, If I didn't want to get back at Trina. Ginger would have never been bitten by the lycanthrope. Then she would still be with me."

Finally entered her warm motel. She Laid on her bed and went fast to sleep.

A shrill scream pierced the cold air. This caused Bridgett to bolt out of bed. She was drenched in a cold sweat. The noise seemed to move. It came closer to her door. Another sound filled Bridgett's ears. Leavening her motel room, looking around she saw nothing. Snow was still falling from the sky but harsher making it hard to see.

She was the only person in the whole place. Besides the staff. Then she saw it a light was on in one of the rooms. She inched closer and closer. Till she was leaning against the door. It sounded like there was no sound she kept listing. "Maybe it was nothing?" She hoped

She could barely hear a sound of some thing moving. Gathering up her courage Brigitte opened the door. In a flash she saw a sight that made her heart stop and her stomach turn.

There was the cleaning lady. Her face was clawed up to the point were she no longer looked human. Her insides hung out side of her body. Blood stained the walls, floor and ceiling. It pooled around the lady. Brigitte Heaved and puked up her dinner. She tried to look away but couldn't tear her eyes away. She herd a growl before she had a chance to react the lycanthrope landed on her chest. The wind was knocked out of her lungs. He head hit the floor hard. Every thing went black for a second. But Brigitte Felt like it was all a movie and none of this was real.

The werewolf kept sniffing her. Its fur wet with blood, she tried to slide out from under it.

She was met with a slash on her arm. Squeezing her eyes shut she could feel its hot breath. She recalled the time Jason had her in the closet at school. His body inches from her own. All she wanted now and then was to disappear. Some thing wet and warm touched her face. Opening up one of her green eyes. Seeing some thing unexpected- It was licking her.

Kicking the monster in the belly it yelped and ran off outside. Leavening Brigitte on the floor. Getting up she ran to her room and packed up her things and left that night.