The Lycanthorpe

The reflection from his eyes pierces through me. I recognize him but I don't know from where. His toothless mouth form words that eats through me like greedy worms. "I can hear you and I can see you as well" he spits at me. I try to hide but he knows I'm aware. His hyena like laughter wakes me every night, but when I look at him he is mad. Is he man or wolf? His voice thunder in the walls and erases everything along the street. Am I the only one awake? Am I the only one that hears him? His lungs release black fog that fades the city lights. I know the stories by now. I know that this constant monolog will never end.