What do people do in the daytime in Collinsport? I mean, why did I find Joe in my hotel room just as the moon was rising?
I told him he better get out of here, but he said not until I answered his question. As I paused, he raised his voice, “Answer!” He raised my torn shirt. “Come on, tell me what it is. Explain it!”
I simply repeated that he had to get out of here… now. We volleyed, like we were playing tennis…
“Chris, I’m not leaving.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No”
Finally, I told him I hated to do it, but I was going to throw him out. This escalated into a physical struggle, but Joe told me to listen to him: he was not leaving. Whatever happened, he was going to be in this room when it did.
Then, it started. Joe asked what it was. My answer was for him to get out. I didn’t want him to see this. I begged, “For the last time will you get out?”
He insisted on knowing what was happening… and I gave up. I told him to stay and watch, although after he saw what happened, he would never be the same. You can’t say I didn’t try to warn him.
He noticed that I was in pain. I told him it would pass and I wouldn’t even know what happened until the next time. Then, the beast in me started talking and I got a little rude with him, as if he was going to get what he deserved. I asked him if he was surprised and blamed him for wondering why old cousin Chris left town and never came back. I should have stayed away. But now there was no time. Joe didn’t know what the pentagram was, but I did.
Then it dawned on me that I could use the situation to my advantage… to put an end to my suffering. I told him to open my dresser drawer. When he removed a gun and told me it was loaded, I replied that I knew, and that when it happened, he would know what to do… what I couldn’t do myself.
I wanted Joe to do it for me. I begged him to say he’d do it.I don’t remember his reaction as he watched me transform, but I vaguely remember him repeating the word, “No.” Then, five shots as I slowly moved toward him…
Classic Horrors Club 
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