His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite

Check out my new fur coat, kiddies.  It's the hair of none other than a WEREWOLF ha-ha.  I got it for a SCREAMIUM PRICE from the monster too.  I told him, I thought he was the BEAST SALESMAN EVER heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!  This is his HAIR-RAISING TALE too...
A woman down a street a few blocks away from Downtown-Chicago, Illinois, back on a hot day in 1955.  She walked into a bar and went up to the counter.  "Hello, may I have a shot of Wild Turkey Whiskey please sir?" she asked the bartender.  "Hello, yes ma'am" he replied, pouring some into a shot-glass from a bottle.  "That'll be 25 cents please" the bartender said.  The lady handed him a quarter and said, "thank you".  As she drank her shot of liquor, a man entered the bar and approached her.  
"Hello ma'am, what might your name be?" he asked the woman.  "Hello, I am Ingrid.  What's yours sir?" she answered, asking.  "Ben.  Pleased to meet you" the man said.  That evening, Ingrid and Ben sat in an Italian restaurant at a table together, eating spaghetti and drinking glasses of wine.  "So what is your occupation Ben?" Ingrid asked him.  "Why, I am a painter Ingrid and have a large comfy and cozy home" he explained.  "Oh wow, that sounds lovely.  Would you care to date?" she asked.  "Alright" Ben agreed, smiling.  A month later, the couple walked into a big house, together one night.  Ingrid saw an open-box of diamond rings of a variety of colors and stuffed them into her purse, quickly.  
Ben walked into the living-room, seeing her.  "Darling, what are you doing?" he inquired, suddenly seeing her with a gun.  "Oh darling, for a week now, I have been secretly stealing your valuables in your home here and now I'm gonna have to shoot you!!" she answered.  Ingrid shot Ben in the chest and he gasped, falling backwards.  Then he began changing, transforming into a hideous thing.  Ben grew silver fur all over his skin.  His fingernails grew out, into golden-claws and his nose became like a dog's.  Ben was a werewolf, ripping off his clothes, revealing a body covered in silver-fur.  The eyes of the werewolf were a pupil less-color of marble-black.  The monster rose to his gold-clawed-feet and Ingrid screamed in total terror, shooting.  
The werewolf barked and barked viscously at her, gripping her throat as she screamed over and over.  Gasping for air, Ingrid dropped her gun, and the werewolf mauled her, biting her face, howling and barking deeply and viscously and killed her.  Outside the window, sounds of the thing's barking and devouring flesh was heard, as a full moon hung up, in the evening-sky.  
Ben sure liked WOLFING INGRID DOWN eh, BOILS AND GHOULS?  She sure was DOGGIN' HIM for the past SHRIEK, but in the end, she was in FUR a surprise ha-ha-ha-ha.