Shadows on Kubrick Street

The beautiful woman lived alone in her old, creaky house at the edge of the neighborhood, her presence a source of unease for the tightly-knit community.

Her home, once a charming fixture, was now adorned with signs that fueled the town's discomfort: "9/11 was an Inside Job," "Investigate Marvin Bush," and a large, ominous banner that read, "Ignorance is Strength."

The neighborhood children often vandalized the signs, smashing them with sticks and stones, while the adults turned a blind eye, some even smirking in approval as they watched her meticulously replace the signs each time.

Nights were even more unsettling. A haunting howl would echo through the streets, chilling the residents to their bones until the police arrived, only to leave, frustrated and powerless, as no crime had been committed.

The woman, however, was not alone in her solitude. Groups of strangers would occasionally visit her home, staying for days without emerging, only to exit hand-in-hand, chanting in unison, "Thermite! Thermite!"

Rumors swirled. One resident claimed to have seen the ghostly figure of JFK staring at her through a window, his face pale and eyes hollow. Another swore he caught a glimpse of the woman dancing with a werewolf under the pale moonlight in her backyard. These eerie occurrences fueled the neighborhood's fear and hatred, yet none dared to confront her.

During a secretive community meeting, the townspeople debated how to rid themselves of her.

Billy, a burly man with a rough past, stood up alongside his eager companion, Jimmy, and proposed a plan to force her out.

"We'll scare her into leaving," Billy declared, his voice thick with menace. But one man, filled with unease, objected, reminding them of Billy's criminal history and Jimmy's incompetence.

His concerns were quickly drowned out by the growing anger and fear in the room, particularly from a woman who feared for her children. "They can't be exposed to those lies!" she cried.

The community, desperate and angry, agreed to Billy and Jimmy's plan. Two nights later, under the cover of darkness, the pair approached the woman's house, clad in black with ski masks obscuring their faces.

They knocked on the door, and when she answered, they barged in, Jimmy grabbing her by the hair and throwing her to the floor. She glared up at Billy with defiant brown eyes, asking coldly, "Are you FBI or CIA?"

Billy sneered and kicked her in the stomach, then dragged her to the living room, where they forced her onto the sofa.

Billy brandished a gun, telling her she needed to leave, that no one wanted her there. She refused, her voice steady and resolute. Enraged, Billy struck her with the gun, knocking her unconscious.

He ordered Jimmy to help carry her upstairs to her bedroom, where he planned to end her life.

But as Billy prepared to suffocate her with a pillow, he noticed something unusual—a pair of large, pale feet poking out from behind the curtains.

He yanked the drapes aside and froze, staring into the yellow eyes of JFK, who stood there, menacing and unyielding. Billy fired a shot at JFK’s throat, but the bullets had no effect.

In one swift motion, JFK knocked the gun from Billy’s hand and seized him by the neck, lifting him off the ground with inhuman strength. Billy’s eyes bulged in terror as JFK tightened his grip, squeezing until blood vessels burst and his body convulsed in its final throes.

Jimmy, hearing the commotion, rushed in, only to witness the terrifying scene. In a panic, he fired his weapon, striking JFK in the chest, but the bullets did nothing. Before he could react, the woman appeared behind him, striking him on the back of the head. She leaned over his crumpled form, whispering, "My wolf is hungry."

JFK dragged the sobbing Jimmy down to the basement, where a massive cage awaited. The community, huddled in their homes, heard Jimmy’s final screams and the haunting howl of a werewolf that night.

The next morning, they found the street deserted, the woman’s house the only one still occupied. The fear of what might happen to them if they stayed drove the entire neighborhood to flee, leaving the mysterious woman and her eerie companions in sole possession of the block

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