Ho Ho Howl

By R. Saint Claire

Uncle werewolf is visiting us this holiday!

My Uncle Buck is crude and annoying, not to mention smelly, but when he turns into a werewolf during a Christmas Eve snowstorm, things really get weird. With our parents caught in the snowstorm, will my kid sister and I survive the night?

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Saint Claire
• Release date: Dec 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005449322

R. Saint Claire

R. Saint Claire writes adult and YA fiction and screenplays (horror mostly) as well as poetry and music when the mood strikes. Honors include a Watty award for her horror novel, Code Red, a Webby Honoree for her original web series Gemini Rising, and multiple screenwriting awards. You’ll find Regina and her alter-ego Batilda hanging out on her YouTube channel Regina’s Haunted Library.

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Ho Ho Howl!

R. Saint Claire

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Ho Ho Howl

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Ho Ho Howl

Uncle Buck smells, and he’s weird, whispered Carrie beneath the covers. My kid sister clung to me for warmth the way six-year-olds who still act like babies sometimes do. But I had just melted away into a very cloudy dream starring Mark Batters from my fourth-grade class and resented the intrusion greatly.

Shut up, I said, facing the wall to emphasize my point. But when she started blubbering about how mean I am, I rolled back. Okay. He smells. So what?

I used the bathroom after him today. Carrie’s little face puckered. Pewee.

I tucked the blanket under her chin. Her light brown hair had been washed that night; she smelled of strawberries. I wished I had her hair. Mine was dark, like Dad’s, and wiry, and cut too short for my taste, but whatever. He’ll be gone soon.

But why is he here?

Because it’s Christmas.

So?

Don’t you remember last year when he fell off the roof while pretending he was Santa Claus? 

I recalled waking up to what sounded like the house shaking, followed by my mother screaming, and then a string of curses from my dad, including the really bad word.

Uncle Buck was Dad’s