• Jack was busting. It was New Years Eve underneath the full moon. He had already had a bit too much to drink and was desperate to find a loo. His vision was a tad blurry and he couldn’t walk in a straight line. He walked around a large gazebo and then he saw it. A Port-a-loo.
    He ran straight for it, zigzagging a bit in his drunken state. As he yanked the door open, he thought he saw two red eyes staring out from the darkness. He dismissed the thought as he closed the door and went about his business.
    Suddenly, there was a loud bang. It was as if someone had hit the side of the Port-a-loo with a bat. Jack froze, and he thought foggily bloody drunks! There was another bang, then another, then another. As Jack was about to hurl abuse at what he thought were drunken party-goers, he heard a low, menacing growl, then a sharp scratching noise at the front of the door.
    As the scratching continued, he then decided to act,
    “Rack off you bloody mongrels!” he shouted. The reply he received for that was a bloodcurdling howl and the scratching continues, but at an even faster rate.

    Now he was frightened. As he tried to stand to pull his pants up, the Port-a-loo rocked and almost fell on its side. Jack however did not succeed in pulling up his pants. He said to himself
    “Please God; don’t let them find my body with my trousers still around my ankles!” As the Port-a-loo rocked, the door started to give way, revealing a grey and tan wolf with red eyes and sharp claws.

    Jack squealed in terror and tried desperately to get away from the monster. Then it drew away and disappeared, leaving Jack in a state of shock. He pulled up his trousers and cautiously opened the door, looking around nervously.

    The wolf shot out of the darkness and tackled Jack, throwing them both back into the dark Port-a-loo. The door slammed shut and Jack screamed. A gaggle of drunken party-goers walked past the Port-a-loo, laughing as it rocked back and forth.