“Werebabies are an ancient and secret tribe that originated in the far east. By day, they look like normal humans, going about their daily lives. But every night, as soon as the moon rises, they morph into their true forms, people with glowing diapers and sun dresses and pigtails, sucking on pacifiers.
“Usually they’re harmless and playful, but on the night of the full moon, they are gripped with a need to make more werebabies. They hunt in the night, searching for their next victim, to make them a member of their pack. They’ll sneak up on you in your sleep, when suddenly they’ll press their diaper against your face and you wake up just as they poop their diaper. You try to escape, but it’s too late because as you smell the awful mess, it turns you from a normal human into a werebaby, forever cursed to wear thick, bulbous diapers every night…”
“Izzy.” May interrupted loudly “You know that the point of a scary story, is