Phanfasm 909

Many so-called werewolves from centuries ago were in fact deviants, and eventually serial killers, or serial predators, respectively. As France had its fair share of these werewolfish tales, this story might have happened there in 1521. Then, Pierre Bourgot and Michel Verdun allegedly swore allegiance to the devil and claim to have a magical ointment that turned them into wolves. This book is as raunchy as any of these legends-- or modern horror tales to tell in the dark. When a mysterious girl from social studies class confides her own experience on the party line with Desmond Farr; confessing her knowledge of a local devil who goes about sexualizing several young things with reckless abandon. Schooling them in the rite of passage called romance, each one before the next sacrificing their virginity to survive him-- she tells Myra she too can join the werewolf love club! This is no lighthearted tale to read on some sunny day, dear readers. This book comes with a warning label. Cautionary tales within. According to legend, in his wolf-y form, Desmond considers himself a sex-guru. Specializing in partners younger than himself. This outtake from Emerald City Stories is not for the faint of heart. Desmond and those like him might be a pack of wolves that traverse the world preying on the young, Phanfasms like him might as well vanish into history as into hysterics! By the end of this book, you might wish he too was burned at stake for his monstrous crimes against his prey in the rainier valley, or you might just think twice about making light of the girls and boys who find themselves clobbered by their first experiences of adulting-- gobsmacked even. As if the Phanfasm was not bad enough, there are two other stories in this book, one about a cruel prank pulled on a sleepover of seven-year-olds with a giant snake, and a final tale of Polychrome in the Land of Oz, redeeming Myra Doom from her out-of-body experience.