The Man Next Door

“Well the last time I spoke to Sheila said she’d been convinced that the new man who’d moved into number 56 was a wolfman”

“She’d noticed how hairy he was when she first saw him. She told me that he had one of those monobrows just like those brothers who kept fighting who were in that band from up North which her nephew Kevin liked. He’d keep himself to himself and was very handsome in a shy, quiet brooding type of way and ever so polite when you could get him to speak to you. He always looked very sad like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.  She said he didn’t seem to work and a nice young lady use to come and visit him twice a week although she wasn’t sure if it was his daughter or a girlfriend and if it was the latter he was a good thirty years older than her”

“Sheila said it was all fine until the beginning of the month. She said there was all manner of noises and howls coming from his room all night long and she’d had to put her earplugs in to get some sleep. Of course Peter at number 55 wouldn’t have heard anything as he’d sleep right through ‘The Great Storm’ even when his chimney fell into his bedroom and Glad from number 54 was away at her sisters. The next day when she saw him he was very sheepish and apologised for the noise and shot off out the door before she could say anything”

“Anyway all was quiet until the following month when it all started up again with the howling and banging about but this time she banged on his door and told him to keep it down. When she looked through the letterbox she saw him on all fours and he was even hairier than she could have imagined although she did say that she also thought it might have been huge grey dog and not him at all. Sheila thought about phoning the council in the morning as pets weren’t allowed in her block but thought she’d best speak to him first”

“Anyway she said that as she lay there awake thinking about it all she put two and two together and came up with the answer; he was obviously a wolfman and every month when the full moon came out he was having a turn. Now she told me she was none too pleased about it I can tell you and she didn’t get a wink of sleep after that”

“Well the vicar at Sunday Service couldn’t help her and even though he had a friend who could perform exorcisms that only really worked for demonic possession and Renee had a friend of her late husband whose sister was a psychic but how she thought that was helping Sheila didn’t know”

“The thing was Sheila said she couldn’t remember at first how to kill a wolfman as she’d never been a fan of the films with him; she was all about Christopher Lee and had only watched the Dracula films and the only wolfman film at the time had that Oliver Reed in and she couldn’t stick him at all. She knew that if a vampire was giving you trouble you could use sunlight or a wooden stake but for wolf men she was stumped “

“Then it came to her; a silver bullet. That’s what is was although knowing it was of no use what so ever as she didn’t know anyone who could make a silver bullet or get her a gun. Her nephew did wear one of those hoody things and liked that rap music and she’d seen on the telly that a lot of young men knew where to get one but she thought it would be impolite to ask him”

“Anyway the situation resolved itself when the nice young lady turned up and a little while later an ambulance arrived and took him away and that was that and now a nice elderly gentleman had moved in and was no trouble at all. Sheila said he was tall, pale and very handsome and a real charmer. His eyes seemed to burn into you and made Sheila come over all unnecessary, He told her he worked nights and was a sleep during the day. He’d moved in during the evening apparently but had very little in the way of possessions so was very quiet and considerate. In fact the nice Eastern European men who had moved him in only seemed to bring in a long cardboard box that seemed very heavy as it took six of them to do it”

“Sheila said she was quite taken by him and he’d actually invited her over for a bite to eat on Saturday evening so she couldn’t stay on the phone for long as she had to go and get a shampoo and set then pick up something nice to wear from Marks & Spencers”

“But it’s funny as I haven’t heard from her for a week now and I suppose she’s been swept off her feet by this new man of hers and is off galavanting about somewhere. Still I’ll give it a couple of days and if I can’t get her I’ll pop over”

“I might even get to meet the man next door “

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