I Think the New Kid at My Middle School is a Werewolf

 I go to a small middle school in a quiet town where nothing interesting ever happens. I’m in 8th grade, and up until this year, the biggest drama was when someone “accidentally” pulled the fire alarm during a math test. But now... I think one of my classmates might actually be a werewolf. I know how that sounds. I wouldn't have believed it either—until I saw what I saw.

It all started when the new kid transferred in during October.

His name was Ash. Pale skin, shaggy dark hair, eyes that looked golden in certain lighting. Kinda like an anime character if I'm being honest. He was quiet, never raised his hand in class, but always got the right answers when the teachers called on him. People were curious about him, but no one really got close.

I sit behind him in science. First thing I noticed? He smelled... weird. Like the woods after it rains. Not bad, just different. Second thing? He never ate lunch. Ever. While the rest of us were trading fruit cups and chips, Ash would just sit there, staring at the treeline beyond the playground. Sometimes, I swear I saw his ears twitch like he was hearing something the rest of us couldn’t.

But whatever, right? Maybe he’s just shy or has some allergies.

Then came the full moon.

We had a night field trip planned to the observatory. It was one of those rare “blood moon” things, and our science teacher thought it’d be educational or whatever. So, the whole 8th grade piled into buses around 6 p.m. and headed out.

That’s when things got weird.

Ash didn’t come on the bus. I figured maybe he was sick—or just didn’t care. But halfway through the night, while we were all taking turns looking through the telescope, I went behind the building to find a quiet spot to text my friend. I heard something in the woods. A low growl, like a big dog. And then—howls. Multiple, echoing across the trees.

Suddenly, something ran past me in the dark. Fast. Too fast.

I couldn’t make it out, but it was huge and had glowing eyes. I booked it back to the group, heart pounding, but when I told the chaperones, they brushed it off. “Probably a coyote,” one of them said. But no way was that a coyote.

Next day, Ash was back in school. But now he had a giant scratch on his neck and looked exhausted—like he hadn’t slept in days. He flinched every time someone got too close.

That was just the beginning.

Over the next few weeks, weird things started happening around school.

• The football team found their practice field torn up one morning—deep claw marks in the grass and shredded goal pads.

• Mrs. Tran’s cat went missing, and she posted flyers everywhere.

• A kid in 6th grade swore he saw a “giant dog-man” behind the gym after dark, but nobody believed him.

Except me.

Because every time something weird happened, Ash either missed school the next day or came back looking like he’d been through a war. I started keeping track of the moon phases. And guess what? Every incident lined up with either a full moon or the day after.

I tried talking to him. Just casually, nothing dramatic.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” I asked one day in science.

He looked at me for a long second, like trying to decide something. Then he said, “You should stay home next Thursday night.”

That was it. No explanation.

I checked the calendar. Guess what? Full moon.

I wasn’t about to skip school just because a creepy kid told me to, but I did decide to bring my dad’s old camcorder and stake out the back field from the art room window. My plan was just to see if anything weird happened. I didn’t expect what I saw.

At exactly 8:17 p.m., something came running across the field. It dropped from the roof of the gym like it was nothing. A person—no, a creature. Six feet tall, covered in fur, long claws, snarling. It stopped in the middle of the field, sniffing the air like it was hunting. The camera shook in my hands.

And then it looked up. Directly at me.

Yellow eyes. Just like Ash’s.

I swear, I couldn’t move. It stared for what felt like a full minute, then turned and sprinted into the woods behind the school.

Next day? Ash was absent.

I still have the footage. It’s blurry, but you can see the shape, the movement. I showed it to my best friend, and now she won’t walk home alone.

Here’s the kicker, though.

Last week, Ash handed me a note during science class. Just slipped it on my desk and didn’t look at me. I unfolded it, and this is what it said:

“I know you saw me. You’re not crazy. But you can’t tell anyone. If they find out, it won’t just be me they come for. There are others. And some of them aren’t as… careful.”

Others?

What does that even mean?

Now I’m checking everyone. The quiet kids. The loners. The ones who always ask to go to the nurse around the full moon. Who else is hiding something?

This whole thing has spiraled beyond me. I thought I was just imagining things. Now I think I’m in the middle of something real. Something ancient.

If I disappear, or if something happens to me... check the woods behind Lincoln Middle School. Something’s out there. And I don’t think it’s done with me yet.

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TL;DR: The new kid at my school is definitely a werewolf, and I might’ve accidentally gotten involved in something much bigger. Stay safe out there.