The long walk home of 2005

Several years ago, in my college days, or at least my 4 year college days, I used to live across town from my friend Allen Murphy. Often times, I'd stay late into the night and into the witching hour of 3:00 AM - 4:00 AM.
This may need some explanation: Murphy and I called this the witching hour because the town literally quiets and dies at this time. The people, the police and even little scampering animals, disappear from the streets and all you can hear is the wispy noise of a November wind and the deafening roar of a street lamp or 2 lining the streets.
It was on one of these nights that I happened to have stayed past this golden hour at Murphy's and was facing the decision to walk home through the town or stay at his house and get more intoxicated off various substances.
In the end, I decided to walk home because I was already in an altered state of consciousness from my abuses earlier and the guttural knife like feeling came in my gut for sex; my, then girlfriend, happened to be across town.
On my way back, I had made it past most of the darkened streets and onto one of the main roads that was empty when I stopped suddenly to notice Goosebumps developing on my skin, which was awkward granted that I thought I was too drunk to be scared.
The football field bleachers rose high above me on the other side of a large brick wall. It reminded me of the skyscrapers in Chelsea New York City on a similar night. The wind blew through the football field wall, and the buildings across from it, which included a Sub shop, a veterinarian’s office, and a tall bank building on the corner. I believe it was a Summit bank.
I could feel the silence besides the gentle wind and the deafening roar of electricity from the only street lamp on this street.
I looked down the road and denied the vision I had: A tuft of hair stuck out from behind a hydrangea bush and I heard weeping on the other side of it.
"Hey!" I called out.
There was no answer.
"Helooo! Are you alright?" I said.
In my altered state of mind, I hadn't noticed that this hair was more than back hair of a hairy person and was hit by a large grey mass that had teeth and fearsome canine eyes but moved so quickly, it was an indistinct blur of fur.
I struggled with the night monster for 20 minutes before I noticed a car's headlights coming down the street.
My distraction gave the thing a window to bite me hard on the arm as I threw it off but before the car was even to the point where I had fallen, the creature was gone.
My clothes were slightly ruffled but no worse than if I had gotten caught on the wire fence that stemmed off the large brick walled bleachers and the car drove by slowly enough that I could see the comfortable people in it.
They laughed at me through dirty smoke stained windows with an obvious drunk going as well and then disappeared up the street as well.
I remember noticing very quickly that my drunk and intoxicated state had left me very suddenly and the bite mark had also healed instantaneously, leaving no scar but all my wounds before the creature bit me seemed to remain.
I made it home that night quicker than usual and noticed my senses had gotten more acute in the darkness as well.
It wouldn't be until the next full moon till I realized the significance of it all, but that's a story for those who wish to know it. This was the beginning.