TftW: The Laughing Woman.
TftW: The Laughing Woman
Werehyena TF
NOTE: This is a creepypasta inspired story involving a different take on Werecreatures, mainly ones from various cultures.
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This is the tale of a strange woman that resides in the insane asylum, a woman who always seems to be smiling, and always seems to be cheerful and happy. She’s not insane - well at least not in the mental sense.
But she is peculiar, her name is Marie Anne Mousette and she claims that at one point in her life that she was a queen or a priestess. Some say that Mousette from Blues Brothers 2000 was based on her.
She believed in mysticism and shamanism, and she was a firm believer in the occult - which is why she was locked in the asylum to begin with. They believed she might end up causing harm to others.
The truth of the matter was that they sent her there because she was one of many ‘Supernaturals’ that could shapeshift. In fact she was a werecreature, a very rare and quite dangerous werehyena.
This is why she was often dubbed ‘the Laughing Woman’, because the last thing they would hear before she made her escape attempts was a series of maniacal cackles and laughing sounds echoing through the halls.
But the night they found this out, turned out to be their very last. That night the security crew at the asylum were investigating the hallways in search of any explanation as to what was going on - but when they got to Marie’s cell - they had found it was empty.
“It’s empty?”
“That can only mean one thing.”
“Ahahahaha! Hahahha!”
“She’s escaped!”
The security officers listened, as they did - they could hear her maniacal laughter echoing throughout the halls. This was followed by the sound of screams and animalistic snarls, as if a wild animal had just run loose.
The officers followed the sounds, getting ever so closerand closer to where they were coming from, until they arrived at a passageway. The passageway was long, winding and dark - but with several piercing animal-like eyes glowing through the darkest corners.
They could still hear the maniacal laughter, echoing through the passageway - as the darkness began to fade, revealing a doorway - the doorway opened up, leading over to the outside of the asylum.
“Ahahahaha! Muwahaha!”
“It’s the laughter from before...she must be here somewhere!”
“Look!”
A large feral Hyena-like creature leaped down with inhuman agility before morphing back into its human form, which of course was Marie. Marie gave a sly smile in the direction of the officers, before walking on over to them.
“Hello boys.”
“Marie! What are you doing here?”
“Just getting a late night snack.”
“But you’re supposed to be in your cell.”
“Why did you lock me in that cell to begin with?”
“Because of your werecreature powers, we feared that you would become too dangerous for us to handle.”
“Is that it? Do you fear I could become potentially dangerous if I were to let my werecreature side out?”
“Possibly...we’re not sure. But there is one way to find out.”
“You don’t mean..”
“Come with us please!”
“No!”
She snarled and as she did, she lunged at the two of them - her teeth sharpening in the process as her eyes turned a golden yellow.
The two officers backed away in fright, it was exactly what they feared - the werehyena side of her was about to come out.
Her straitjacket dress was slowly straining and beginning to tear away, her bones snapping and cracking as she moaned a multitude of times, her voice deepening and becoming gruffer in the process.
Slowly but surely - amber coloured fur slowly sprouted all over her body as her straitjacket dress slowly ripped apart, her hands shifted and changed shape to become paw-like as her fingernails grew longer and sharper.
Her feet also shifted and changed shape, becoming paw-like as well, her toenails lengthening and sharpening as her straitjacket dress ripped away, her breasts expanding and becoming larger as she increased in terms of muscle mass.
The remaining parts of her straightjacket fell off as a bushy hyena-like tail grew out and unfurled itself, she elevated in height to 6’3 and her hair grew longer and more wild looking, spots becoming more visible on her fur.
Her ears shifted to the top of her head and became like those of a hyena as her eyes turned the golden yellow colour from before and gave off an eerie supernatural glow, her expression was curving slightly and contorting into a wicked smile.
In the process she started to laugh hysterically or rather - maniacally, as the fur crept up her neck and on her face, her eyebrows thickened and arched, her nose turned black and hardened as her teeth lengthened and sharpened.
Her jaw-line became more pronounced as the strength of it increased, her face stretching as it pushed out into a very strong and well defined muzzle, her voice growing deeper and more bestial as her laughter became more maniacal, this time sounding more hyena-like in the process.
The two officers stood there frozen in fear as they saw Marie, now in her werehyena form ready - as she let out another maniacal laugh of terror.
“Please...we didn’t mean to…”
“You’re both too late. You let her out and now you have to live with her!”
“We’ll do anything, please...don’t hurt us.”
“Oh, I won’t hurt you - just yet.”
“What do you mean, just yet?”
“Well I would hate to do it on an empty stomach. Now if you excuse me, i’m going to go and catch up with my soon-to-be-snack! Buwahahaha!”
With that she jetted off into the night with inhuman agility to go and hunt, using her heightened senses to guide her to her soon-to-be-prey and it wasn’t long until she caught up with it and made a quick meal out of it.
As for what happened later, it is said that she still prowls the streets on nights like this in search for her prey and she will stop at nothing in order to get it. They say, you can still hear her laughter echoing no matter where you go - she’s always there.
Remember, sometimes those who may have been diagnosed with clinical lycanthropy may not be insane after all - maybe they might really be werecreatures and by that I mean they really ARE werecreatures and you might end up being their prey.
Beware the Laughing Woman, for those who cross her path - shall end up meeting their doom and paying the price.
Werehyena TF
NOTE: This is a creepypasta inspired story involving a different take on Werecreatures, mainly ones from various cultures.
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This is the tale of a strange woman that resides in the insane asylum, a woman who always seems to be smiling, and always seems to be cheerful and happy. She’s not insane - well at least not in the mental sense.
But she is peculiar, her name is Marie Anne Mousette and she claims that at one point in her life that she was a queen or a priestess. Some say that Mousette from Blues Brothers 2000 was based on her.
She believed in mysticism and shamanism, and she was a firm believer in the occult - which is why she was locked in the asylum to begin with. They believed she might end up causing harm to others.
The truth of the matter was that they sent her there because she was one of many ‘Supernaturals’ that could shapeshift. In fact she was a werecreature, a very rare and quite dangerous werehyena.
This is why she was often dubbed ‘the Laughing Woman’, because the last thing they would hear before she made her escape attempts was a series of maniacal cackles and laughing sounds echoing through the halls.
But the night they found this out, turned out to be their very last. That night the security crew at the asylum were investigating the hallways in search of any explanation as to what was going on - but when they got to Marie’s cell - they had found it was empty.
“It’s empty?”
“That can only mean one thing.”
“Ahahahaha! Hahahha!”
“She’s escaped!”
The security officers listened, as they did - they could hear her maniacal laughter echoing throughout the halls. This was followed by the sound of screams and animalistic snarls, as if a wild animal had just run loose.
The officers followed the sounds, getting ever so closerand closer to where they were coming from, until they arrived at a passageway. The passageway was long, winding and dark - but with several piercing animal-like eyes glowing through the darkest corners.
They could still hear the maniacal laughter, echoing through the passageway - as the darkness began to fade, revealing a doorway - the doorway opened up, leading over to the outside of the asylum.
“Ahahahaha! Muwahaha!”
“It’s the laughter from before...she must be here somewhere!”
“Look!”
A large feral Hyena-like creature leaped down with inhuman agility before morphing back into its human form, which of course was Marie. Marie gave a sly smile in the direction of the officers, before walking on over to them.
“Hello boys.”
“Marie! What are you doing here?”
“Just getting a late night snack.”
“But you’re supposed to be in your cell.”
“Why did you lock me in that cell to begin with?”
“Because of your werecreature powers, we feared that you would become too dangerous for us to handle.”
“Is that it? Do you fear I could become potentially dangerous if I were to let my werecreature side out?”
“Possibly...we’re not sure. But there is one way to find out.”
“You don’t mean..”
“Come with us please!”
“No!”
She snarled and as she did, she lunged at the two of them - her teeth sharpening in the process as her eyes turned a golden yellow.
The two officers backed away in fright, it was exactly what they feared - the werehyena side of her was about to come out.
Her straitjacket dress was slowly straining and beginning to tear away, her bones snapping and cracking as she moaned a multitude of times, her voice deepening and becoming gruffer in the process.
Slowly but surely - amber coloured fur slowly sprouted all over her body as her straitjacket dress slowly ripped apart, her hands shifted and changed shape to become paw-like as her fingernails grew longer and sharper.
Her feet also shifted and changed shape, becoming paw-like as well, her toenails lengthening and sharpening as her straitjacket dress ripped away, her breasts expanding and becoming larger as she increased in terms of muscle mass.
The remaining parts of her straightjacket fell off as a bushy hyena-like tail grew out and unfurled itself, she elevated in height to 6’3 and her hair grew longer and more wild looking, spots becoming more visible on her fur.
Her ears shifted to the top of her head and became like those of a hyena as her eyes turned the golden yellow colour from before and gave off an eerie supernatural glow, her expression was curving slightly and contorting into a wicked smile.
In the process she started to laugh hysterically or rather - maniacally, as the fur crept up her neck and on her face, her eyebrows thickened and arched, her nose turned black and hardened as her teeth lengthened and sharpened.
Her jaw-line became more pronounced as the strength of it increased, her face stretching as it pushed out into a very strong and well defined muzzle, her voice growing deeper and more bestial as her laughter became more maniacal, this time sounding more hyena-like in the process.
The two officers stood there frozen in fear as they saw Marie, now in her werehyena form ready - as she let out another maniacal laugh of terror.
“Please...we didn’t mean to…”
“You’re both too late. You let her out and now you have to live with her!”
“We’ll do anything, please...don’t hurt us.”
“Oh, I won’t hurt you - just yet.”
“What do you mean, just yet?”
“Well I would hate to do it on an empty stomach. Now if you excuse me, i’m going to go and catch up with my soon-to-be-snack! Buwahahaha!”
With that she jetted off into the night with inhuman agility to go and hunt, using her heightened senses to guide her to her soon-to-be-prey and it wasn’t long until she caught up with it and made a quick meal out of it.
As for what happened later, it is said that she still prowls the streets on nights like this in search for her prey and she will stop at nothing in order to get it. They say, you can still hear her laughter echoing no matter where you go - she’s always there.
Remember, sometimes those who may have been diagnosed with clinical lycanthropy may not be insane after all - maybe they might really be werecreatures and by that I mean they really ARE werecreatures and you might end up being their prey.
Beware the Laughing Woman, for those who cross her path - shall end up meeting their doom and paying the price.
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