something wicked this way comes
While Glen had decided long before that he would be attending the Gala on Halloween along with the Landons, he hadn't figured on the particular turn of events that would transform a good portion of the island population into zombies, mummies, werewolves, and vampires all from the era when movies when technicolor was still a thing of dreams and instead black and white and radio ruled the entertainment biz. Here and there he could hear Thriller playing which he avoided like the plague. It would have almost have been funny, except he wasn't exactly thrilled with the Zombies. Too close to home for his taste.
In any case, Glen had come to the party in the company of an unusually twitchy Lloyd Henreid who hadn't appreciated suddenly sprouting fangs with a full dance card ahead of him, or so Glen assumed when Lloyd begged him to don a Count Dracula costume and hang around until he was on his way to forgetting all about his self-consciousness through liberal application of whatever Tony Stark was offering.
As the night drew on a little, Glen drifted to the edge of the party, watching and passing the time chatting with folk until out of the corner of his eye, he thought he glimpsed Kojak. Normally he wouldn't have worried overmuch for the dog, but what he saw surprised him. He'd assumed that only the people on the island might be affected, but when he caught a second glimpse of his dog, his brows rose in surprise. Sometime during the day, his dog had morphed into a werewolf, not the upright kind, but unmistakably not a dog or a wolf at all.
Concerned for Kojak's safety, if not the safety of others, Glen slipped away from the party, tracking Kojak who quickly lost him. Glen continued on, calling out for his dog as he walked the familiar paths back to Little Woodsville.
In any case, Glen had come to the party in the company of an unusually twitchy Lloyd Henreid who hadn't appreciated suddenly sprouting fangs with a full dance card ahead of him, or so Glen assumed when Lloyd begged him to don a Count Dracula costume and hang around until he was on his way to forgetting all about his self-consciousness through liberal application of whatever Tony Stark was offering.
As the night drew on a little, Glen drifted to the edge of the party, watching and passing the time chatting with folk until out of the corner of his eye, he thought he glimpsed Kojak. Normally he wouldn't have worried overmuch for the dog, but what he saw surprised him. He'd assumed that only the people on the island might be affected, but when he caught a second glimpse of his dog, his brows rose in surprise. Sometime during the day, his dog had morphed into a werewolf, not the upright kind, but unmistakably not a dog or a wolf at all.
Concerned for Kojak's safety, if not the safety of others, Glen slipped away from the party, tracking Kojak who quickly lost him. Glen continued on, calling out for his dog as he walked the familiar paths back to Little Woodsville.