The horrors of the internet

[A.S. Chesnick]

Screen fills with garbage characters morphing into a web browser
downloading mail, an innocent lad's face lighted only by the eerie CRT
glow, his eyes fixed on the scrolling lines as if seeking relief from
the flickering image of an English teacher standing in the shadows, a 
hint of
something shiny and sharp in her hand. Thank God for spell check. An old
literary werewolf with fangs and claws. The moon is full tonight ...
  Blood-chilling laughter, followed by loud snorting and panting as if
sniffing the air to locate victim, then steely claws scratching at the
window with a squeal worse than a 10-penny silver nail on a polished
marble crypt. Even a man who is pure of heart, should take heed
when the Wolfbane blooms in the full moon light...