Unexpected Home by HypnoMaster

"Damn old car", Timothy mourned. The Cabriolet had looked somewhat cute when he bought it. And the preowner was a retired police inspector, that he thought was trustable. He had intruced imself as Mr. Columbo. Now the car had stopped in the middle of nowhere again, it was a heavy rain outside, and the softtop was leaking. To his fortune he saw some faint light in some distance, so he turned his collar of his jacket up, and headed through the rain towards the house to call for help.

When he got closer to the house, he found it was not just a house, but more of an old mansion. A rather rotten mansion though, and the garden looked as if it had never seen a gardener. The Gate was open, so he went in and rang the doorbell.

He wasn't astonished at all, when an old butler in livrée opened the door, and looked down at him in a very snobbish way.

"Yes, Sir?" he asked.

"My car broke down a few miles down the road. Can I use your phone to call for help please?"

"You certainly may, Sir. Follow me please."

He got into the entrance hall, and he was surprized that halls like this really existed. It looked very much like in old horror movies, he had seen before. the butler lead him through the hall into an office room, with a old telephone with a dial. Great god, he even didn't know how to use this one. He only knew telephones with key buttons. When he turned around to ask the butler for help, he found the butler standing right behind him, with a syringe in his hand, and the last thing he noticed was, that the butler ran the syringe into his neck. He lost conciousness..

He woke up in the car again, leaning over the steering wheel. "Phew... Just a nightmare", he thought. I must have fallen asleep. He tried to start the car, and it worked. He drove on. But why was his jacket soaked with water? Sure, the roof was leaking, but not that bad.

He drove throw the rainy night, and all at a sudden the sky cleared, and a bright full moon shone down from the sky. All of a sudden he had to stop the car. His entire body seemed to be in flames. He saw fur growing on his arms, and his mouth and nose started to grow. He couldn't believe. The syringe had been real, and he was turned into a werewolf. A werewolf? As the transformation went on, he suddenly felt homesick for an open fire in a fireplace, to lay at the feet of someone, being scritched at the ears, and being fed from a bowl on the floor in a kitchen. He didn't expect that... He wasn't a werewolf, he was a werepuppy. His mind turned slow. He barely could understand what the buttons and switches were about in this strange thing he was in. He only knew, that he had to run home. He managed to climb out of the car, shook off the clothes he was wearing, and headed into the rain, and ran back to the house.

His last human thoughts were, that he had left being fired from a job he didn't like. Sometimes horror stories also can include a fortune, to have found an unexpected home.