I Am A Real Werewolf

@DoveJana I remember reading long ago in a book that my mom had. She was into paranormal, aliens, and all kinds of things not considered conventional. It was an old book that contained traces of passages from years and years ago. In other countries. Rarely one could get a glimpse of strange creatures. A smell is possible. But I cannot remember exactly what. They don't like being recognized or discovered. Profiles are low. No attention is best. I wish I had recovered that book. Many creatures are based upon truth.

I share your opinion you should not deny the myths. There is always a grain of truth with it. Also, I can understand that you keep a low profile. I did not say or do anything to the boy's family either. At that time, I had only wondered about it. My classmates used to laugh at me anyway because I have a sensitive smell perception. I grew up in the GDR. Since you had to always watch what you say and what not. I had a difficult time in the nineties. My father had lost a kidney because of cancer and my mother got multiple sclerosis. We argued a lot because my mother said he does not want to see me in the hospital. I was just leaving home. The internet was in its infancy at that time. My former boyfriend was often in pubs and so I went with him. At the time I was working in a photo lab and my colleague and I went to the next train stop to go home. We are about to enter the tram stop. At the fence a man stood with his back to me. My colleague and I talked and this man I registered only marginally. I did not pay much attention to him. He suddenly turned to me as if hit by a ball and laughed. Since he was unknown to me, I thought he would mistake me for someone. My colleague had just set off on another track and when I got in my line I climbed in extra behind not to meet this man. So I climbed the stairs and wanted to run all the way through. There he suddenly stood in front of me. He was pretty tall and blond with blue eyes. On the right cheek he had a nice and really good teeth. There was nothing wrong and crooked. He just did not stop laughing and I could not do anything with him because we did not know each other and I thought he was crazy. I was also surprised how he could stand so fast in front of me in the train because he stood at the end of the stop. I did not see him getting off either. This will be a long text, hopefully everything fits in well. I will split my story.

@DoveJana Interesting. He could have been something else. Continue.

@PoetryNEmotion do you meanwho exactly do you mean, the classmates of me?

Here is the next part: At the time, I really thought someone was joking with me. Once I visited with my parents after we had got along again to Wannsee. That's in Berlin. A big island on the lake and you can get there by ferry. Also, there are always tourists and peacocks and birds in cages. To the jetty of the ferry one comes with a bus. My mother sat in the bus opposite me and I looked out of the window. Everywhere forest (grunewald) and ropes hung down from the trees. When I said that to my mother, she just laughed. Well, we then put on the ferry and looked at the huge park there. I do not like crowds and so I went behind my parents and looked at the animals. It was just a feeling like the hair on the back of my neck bobbing and I felt uncomfortable and watched. Suddenly I felt something like a cold black hand fly at me behind me and I turned around, startled. I had never experienced anything like that. But there was no one and the cold gray was gone as soon as I turned around. I told my dad. He only laughed and said that the only people watching me were probably the many animals there.

next part: At the time I was busy with ninjutsu. But only about books and Zen interested me too. I also read these new age books because I wanted to answer. Anyway, in one of the books was exactly what I experienced on the island. It is called: getsumei no michi (the moon shining path). That raised more questions. When I told the older man about it, he claimed that he knew my father from his studies. He would then have told him that he met a woman who already has a child. That meant my mother. Of course I told you what the older man said and my father denied that. At least he could not remember that otto.
One day I came home and I do not like cleaning windows. It was so dusty and it was someone in my apartment. There was something painted on the inside of the window. An egg and a cricket. I did not know if I should laugh or howl. I do not believe in ghosts that much. I believe more in matter and thought: well, now someone was here and knows where I live and I had not cleaned. So I went back to the older man and told him that. All he said was that at most I could not be seen in the bathroom. What was that answer? Again something vague with which I could do nothing.What was that answer? Again something vague with which I could do nothing. Another time there was an imprint of a hand on my white wallpaper. Something grubby.From me could not have been because I'm too short for it. Also, scribble was something like a recumbent eight. Allegedly, the symbol for the templars is according to some books. Another time I'm sitting on my bed and someone walks over it. No joke. It was clearly felt and not just a slight wobble. Just as you run away with your feet over it. I pretended that I was not afraid and stayed calm. But the head cinema did not stand still. Then there was a knock on my disk and I live in a skyscraper on the eleventh floor. As if someone is knocking on the table with a lighter. My friend, I had told that and the speculated that someone had let down a string above me and tied it to something which then slapped my disc. But it would have to swing and does not give a quick knock.