She heard a scratching sound from the window shortly after she fell asleep. In a flash of a lightning, she saw a huge, shaggy, wolf-like creature . . . clawing at the screen and staring at her with baleful, glowing, slitted eyes. She saw its bared white fangs.
If this story is genuine—and we have nothing to validate it except this woman’s testimony, and that offered only once, through a publication tending more towards entertainment—I see several ways to punch holes in it, without resorting to calling the woman, a Mrs. Delburt Gregg or Greggtown, Texas, a phony. (Although it is curios, is it not, that her last name just happens to be the name of the town itself? What are the odds of that? Already I smell a rat. BUT I said we would proceed without questioning this woman’s honesty—or her existence in the first place. And so we shall.)
She saw a werewolf scratching at her window screen, she testified. Had it been an actual werewolf, do we suppose it wouldn’t have been capable of shredding a thin screen to get at her? She avowed the creature ran away when she brandished a flashlight. Is a flashlight as good a defense against a lycanthrope as a silver bullet? The “werewolf” hid in a clump of bushes, she said, but a man emerged, and she watched him walk away. Doesn’t it make more sense that what she witnessed was a man wearing a werewolf MASK, out not to harm her but playing a prank?
