A Travelling Man's Tale

The road stretched before him silver grey in the moonlight. The
darkness of the trees on either side seemed to jealously guard their
untold secrets just as he did. He began humming softly a bit of music
that had been in his head since he had attended the concert in the
weekend
He wondered if there was any truth in the legend of the werewolf or
whether it was just an old wives tale to frighten little
children.

The restlessness grew inside of him and he began to long for the lights
of civilization. It was a very boring drive and he was afraid that his
tiredness would soon be a problem. He decided to look for a place to
spend the night.
As if on command, the trees began to thin a little and he saw here and
there small flickering of lights. He began to look out for the sign of
a motel.

The next day, he awoke early and felt rested after his long sleep. He
took a shower making the water as hot as possible, his clothes from the
day before were disgustingly dirty and after considering washing them
in the tub, he rolled them in a ball and threw them in the dump behind
the motel. He would buy some more before he got home so that his mother
wouldn't ask too many questions.
His day was uneventful and he made good time on the almost empty
highway. He thought that with a bit of luck he'd be home the next day.
It surprised him that he felt so rested, he did not even seem to be
hungry even though he had not had anything to eat since early the day
before. At about two in the afternoon he decided that it was time to
have a sandwich even if he still did not feel at all hungry. The ham
was spoilt because he had to find his way to the restroom in quite a
hurry because everything came back out with a rush. With a face screwed
up in disgust he left hurriedly to continue his journey. This was he
disliked intensely about travelling. His stomach did not travel well.
He would not try anything else until he got home. A bit of fasting was
good for the health.

The evening fell quickly as usual and he began looking for a motel. The
moon was full tonight again and he seemed to feel very restless on such
occasions. The motel was a small place but there was a vacancy and he
made thankful use of the ice machine for a bucket of ice, which he took
to his room. He would treat himself to a nice strong drink and go to
bed early.
He left the next day at dawn even before the manager was awake slipping
awake quietly without waking anyone. Again the traffic was light and he
made good time. He was nearly home when he stopped to buy a morning
paper. The news was not anything world shattering but he was attracted
to a rapport of a murder in the last two towns he had passed through on
his way. Even the coroner had been reported as saying that he had never
seen such brutal murders in all his years on the job. The victims had
been ripped apart and his first assessment was that they had been
partially eaten while still very much alive.
The traveller saved the clippings for his collection.