Chuck Marshall

As Brenda, Stephanie, and I crept down the aisle, a cool breeze tussled my beard and the hairs on my neck started to rise. We’d been told to beware of entering this place. It was said a black terror lurked within. Yet it was the sound of a violin that coyly called us. We rounded a corner and screamed! A vicious werewolf bearing a mouthful of daggers and claws like razors stood before us with a violin in hand. We stood in horror, sure that our end was near. The wolf man howled and we nearly lost our scenes. He then walked toward us and said…”Hey, you guys want a beer?”