There's a werewolf near where I live. It's slightly shorter than me (judging by it's surroundings of course). It's rather broad though. So... maybe 5'8", half again as wide as the average man, and gray fur. I know other people have seen it, because I was going up to my old biology teacher while on a field trip outdoors, and he was already talking about how Kyle had fervently claimed that there was a werewolf in the woods near his house. This Kyle lives only 5 miles away from me. It is definitely the same woods. The closest I've ever gotten to it was.. well, about four feet. Both bathrooms in my house were occupied, so went outside to the far side of our polebarn. Now, there's a lot of junk over there normally, including a large coil of some sort of enormous plastic conduit. (It's relevant.) I was already taking a leak when I heard a DEEP growl. Sounded like a cross between a motorcycle with busted baffles and a large dog. I realized a number of things within half a second after hearing that.
1. I already know that there is a werewolf near here.
2. That large dark spot in the shadows isn't anything of ours. Dad moved that shit over. I can see it over to my right.
3. I just peed on a werewolf.
4. My penis is out.... next to a werewolf.

I ran so damn hard.... I covered like 25-30 yards in less than three seconds. Of course I haven't seen the werewolf clearly since then. I suppose he just really doesn't want to risk getting pissed on again.

Anyone with any similar stories involving werewolves?