Here's the Werewolf, War of the Worlds crossover story I was talking about.

Werewolf Background: It starred John J. York and Chuck Connors. The main character is Eric . His best friend was a werewolf and enlisted Eric's help in ridding himself of the curse. He asked Eric to kill him but Eric didn't do it until after his friend had turned into a wolf and bit him. Eric was accused of his friend's murder and had to go on the run. He's in search of the head of the bloodline. If he can find and kill him then the curse will be lifted. His search is hinder by a bounty hunter who's always hot on his trail.

Now on to the story.

By Sheila Painter.

The bright autumn moon hung over the dark forest, casting eerie shadows on the ground below. Eric pulled his denim jacket closer, chilled more by the gloom than the cold night air. He knew he was being silly. There was nothing in these woods that could possible hurt him...still.... He felt something... something malevolent. Eric looked up at the moon, knowing that the cycle was coming. Even now he could feel the hot blood coursing through his veins. Eric decided he had to find a place to stash his sports bag then he'd just ride it out.

***

Mrs. Pennyworth opened the oven, the sweet chocolate scent drifted through the cabin enhancing the warm cozy feeling. "Oh, Mrs. Pennyworth, those smell wonderful."

She smiled back at the girl. It warmed her heart to see Debi finally smiling again. After Adrian killed Kensington and Guido she seemed to lose interest in everything. Mrs. Pennyworth was sure they'd never see that bright, lively smile again. Ironhorse suggested that she take Debi to Harrison's cabin. "To get her away for a while," he'd said. The Colonel was right. After the first couple of days Debi seemed more relaxed and began to take an interest in things again. Thank God, she thought, sliding the cookies onto a plate to cool. "Why don't you wash your hands. Dinner's almost ready," Mrs. Pennyworth told her.

"Ok. Be back in a minute," she announced, snatching a cookie and running out of the room.

"Debi!" she exclaimed in mock exasperation.

***

The three Mor-Taxans easily made their way through the thick forest foliage. The bodies they were occupying were deteriorating rapidly. They would have to abandon them soon or risk being trapped. "If my body's memory is not faulty then there should be a cabin nearby. It may contain humans that we can use," the senior Mor-Taxan stated. "It is this way," he said, heading off to his right. His comrades looked at each other a moment then followed him deeper into the forest.

***

"Debi, get me a light bulb out of the closet!" Mrs. Pennyworth shouted from the kitchen. "This one has blown."

Debi hurried to the closet and began to rummage through it. After a few moments she finally found one on the top shelf. Her search successful she headed for the kitchen, a triumphant smile on her face. Her smile turned into a frown when she heard Mrs. Pennyworth's surprised gasp followed by a crashing thud.

Debi ran the rest of the way to the kitchen then stopped dead in the doorway. She stared in stunned disbelief at Mrs. Pennyworth, who was lying by the toppled stepladder. Debi ran to her and dropped to her knees. "Mrs. Pennyworth," she called shaking the woman lightly. "Please answer me," she begged. Debi gasped, pulling her hand away from the small pool of blood that was collecting around the woman's graying hair. "Have to get help," she stammered, fighting the panic that was growing, drawing her stomach tight.

She pulled the phone off the counter. The dead silence on the other end escalated her fear threatening to shatter what little control she had. Debi remembered what her mother told her about remaining calm in an emergency. She forced herself to breathe evenly instead of in the ragged gasping breaths she'd been taking. She knew she had to find help and the only way to accomplish that was to make her way down to the main road and flag down a car. Debi grabbed her jacket off the chair and headed out the door, praying that she didn't get lost in the dark spooky forest.

***

Eric picked up his pace, the intense burning in his soul was growing and now his palm had begun to tingle and itch, which meant the sign had appeared. He fought the beckoning of the warm glow ahead. Where there was light there were probably people and he couldn't afford to run into any right now. He'd been able to control himself when the change came but he didn't know how much longer he could refrain from killing an innocent person.

He reluctantly turned away from the light, heading back to the dark foliage. He swung back around at the sound of crunching dry leaves. Someone was running toward him. He prepared to defend himself as the sound of heavy panting came closer. A young blonde girl came vaulting toward him.

He could see the panic in her eyes and wondered what she was running from.

"Please, you've got to help me," she begged, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward.

"Wait a minute. Just calm down and tell me what's wrong," he said, glancing at the bright red pentagram that covered his right palm. He knew he should get away from her but it wasn't right just leaving her here alone. Not after what he'd felt earlier. He sniffed the air then quickly dropped his head.

"Mrs. Pennyworth... she fell... I can't get her to wake up... please hurry, " she stammered.

"Look kid, I really shouldn't," he began. Debi started to cry in desperation. "Ok, Ok, don't' cry. I'll help," he told her then mumbled to himself. "For as long as I can."

He followed Debi to the cabin, praying the change wouldn't start until he was finished. If the poor kid thought she was scared now.... He remembered the terror he felt as he watched his best frirend change. Even after all these years the image made him shudder.

"Come on," Debi shouted, interrupting his reflections. They had reached the cabin. The door stood open, the wind occasionally pushing it into the side of the lodge. Light streamed out causing unearthly shadows to dance upon on the ground.

She led him into the cabin then over to the elderly woman who remained deathly still. Eric bent down and checked for a pulse. Satisfied with the result he lifted her head to examine the wound. "Get me a wet cloth," he ordered.

"Is she going to be all right?" Debi asked shakily, as she went to the sink and ran water over the dishtowel.

"I'm not a doctor but it doesn't look too serious," he assured her. He took the towel from Debi and held it gently to the head wound. They both jumped at the sudden emission of the phone's dial tone. Eric sighed in relief. Now she could call for help and he could get out before it happened. "A line must have been down," he commented. He placed the towel on the floor then gently guided her head to rest on it. "You can phone the sheriff now." He rose to his feet and started for the door. "I have to go."

"Don't leave me alone," Debi pleaded, jumping up and grabbing his arm to stop him. "What is she gets worse before someone come to help?"

"Look kid, I can't stay. Just put a blanket on her and it'll be ok." Debi looked at him with frightened pleading eyes. He wanted to stay but the crawling feeling all over his skin, the precursor to the rapid hair growth, had already begun. "What are you waiting for? Call the police!" he barked, his voice taking on a gravely quality.

He turned sharply to flee but stopped as his eyes widened in disbelief. In the doorway stood three men. Their skin was ashen and covered with open sores and peeling rotten flesh. "What the hell is this? Night of the Living Dead?!" Eric exclaimed, as a three fingered appendage ripped through the closest one's chest and reached for him. His next reply was cut off as he slipped into choked guttural sounds and his body contorted in transformation.

Debi backed away from him, kneeling behind Mrs. Pennyworth as though seeking protection from the unconscious woman. She watched, frozen, as the man changed into a terrifying wolf. She watched, biting her lip, as the wolf attacked the men. The logical part of her mind noted there was nothing in the werewolf legends she'd read that mentioned people melting.

The wolfman tore at the last man, howling triumphantly as his body dissolved into an oozing mass. He stared down at the puddles collecting around his paws then turned at the sound of Debi picking up the phone. She began to sob in quick little gasps when he stepped toward her. He looked at her a moment, turning his head from side to side like curious puppy then swung around and ran out of the cabin.

Debi stared after him, watching as he disappeared into the forest before turning her attention back to the phone.

***

Ironhorse and Harrison stood on the lawn chuckling as they observed the frustrated paramedics wheeling Mrs. Pennyworth out on the stretcher. She was insisting that she was fine and didn't need to go to the hospital. Suzanne and a very upset Debi followed them.

"But, Mom, I saw it. The man turned into a werewolf and attacked those people. They melted when he touched them," she protested, pulling away from Suzanne's protective hug.

"Debi you know there are not werewolves. It was just your imagination. Colonel Ironhorse found the wolf's tracks. It was a real wold you saw."

"It was not!" Debi shouted, jutting out her bottom lip and slapping her hands across her chest. "I know what I saw. Why won't you believe me?"

"We'll discuss this later. Let's go with Mrs. Pennyworth to the hospital," Suzanne said, leading Debi to the ambulance and away from the subject of werewolves.

Harrison waited until the ambulance was out of sight then turned to Ironhorse. "Something killed those aliens and it wasn't Debi," he commented.

"I told you it was a wolf," Ironhorse said, looking down at the paw prints on the ground. "We're lucky he didn't attack Debi or Mrs. Pennyworth."

"I don't think luck had anything to do with it," Harrison admitted, placing his foot beside one of the tracks, noting that it was larger than his own foot. He glanced over at Ironhorse. "Besides, I thought all the wolves in this area had been killed back in the '70's."

"Look, Harrison, I don't believe in ghost and I sure as hell don't believe in werewolves."

"Seems to me we've had this conversation before. The last time it was... let me see... aliens, I believe. Wasn't it, Paul?" Harrison teased. A smug grin spreading across his face in opposition to Ironhorse's tight-lipped frown.

End.