Posted Sat Oct 31, 2015 | 497 Words | Tagged story halloween i may have a crush on stiles still

source of image - go read mr hallow’s debut story

I was in desperate need of a halloween costume, and all of the shops were either really expensive or incredibly terrible cheap rubbish. Luckily one shop was open on my way home, after almost giving up on my search. The name of the shop was “Hallows costume shoppe”. Surely I must have found it hours ago if it looked as old as it did.

Thankfully it was still open and I gingerly opened the door and was almost pounced on by the fairly eccentric owner of the shop. Dressed in a kind of suit, but had pumpkins donned all over the designer. He was being incredibly friendly, but sometimes you just want some space to browse.

Thankfully he calmed down and actually helped. I ended up being talked into a small costume “kit” which consisted of a small box with a small sticker reading “WEREWOLF #12″. He insisted I try it on at home, as some of the things were fairly delicate but assured it would all work, even though the box seemed a little… small.

I got home and decided to look at what I had bought. I wasn’t hopeful when I opened the box and inside was just a leaflet about contact lenses. Great, that was all that was in the box. Thankfully I wear them daily, so some silly ones might make a slight difference. I’d just have to tear a sheet up or something and look like an idiot, but what was I really expecting from such a thing.

I got them in no problem, they were just different coloured lenses. But then looking in the mirror, I was sure… they glowed. I turned off the lights and they glowed in the dark. Also they felt really odd. Normally I would be able to tell there was a lense there, but these felt like nothing.

Then I felt a burning sensation in my eyes, and it started to grow. A headache soon grew and I tried grabbing onto my head, as if that would subside the pain. Then I felt a wave of pain roll through my body, sending me down to the floor and knocking me out cold. All I felt was pain and nothing else.

After whatever time later I got up and in the mirror wasn’t me. The mouth moved as mine, the eyebrows moved as I made them. “eurghh”. The voice wasn’t mine neither.

But the face, I recognised. It was… Dylan O’Brien. But how? Why would I look like an actor. True I loved him loads, but this was pretty amazing.

I felt something nagging in the back of my mind. I needed to go. I was an beta. Beta? Yeah a beta. I had a pack. A pack of wolves. I heard my pack call. I started to panic, racing out of my building and into the woods. I needed to be with them, no matter what.