In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... He parked himself at the counter and remained there for the rest of the day, nursing one mug of beer after another. But as afternoon turned to evening, his drunken solitude began to eat at him.

“Where is everyone? This place looks big enough to hold half the village, but the only other drinkers are from the train?”

The bartender, a large man with a thick mustache, shuddered. “It’s not safe to be out at night. Four people have already been killed.”

“What, do the wolves prowl the streets?”

“Wolves don’t kill like this.”

“You’re saying a person is responsible?”

“Not a person, not anymore.” He then spat on the floor to ward off misfortune and refused to say any more.

After some biscuits and rabbit stew, Sam went to bed in a spare room upstairs. He looked outside and expected to see candles burning in windows, much like his own, but shutters had been drawn, and curtains were closed across town. The villagers were blocking out the night as if the darkness was a flood leaking into their homes. They huddled around their fireplaces and surrounded themselves with candles and lamps, hoping the light would keep them safe.

Sleep came easily for Sam, thanks to having a real bed and a belly full of beer. His body was still recovering from the trauma of the crash, so he was out cold, but no matter how deeply he slept, some part of him was always on alert, and it ripped him from his dreams in the middle of the night. A gunshot and a scream rang across the town, opening ...

... Sam’s eyes and sending him tumbling out of bed. He grabbed his pistol and checked it. Four bullets.

A second gunshot echoed, and the screaming continued. Sam stood by the window with his pistol in hand. He couldn’t tell where the shots had come from, but it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The fearful screaming had now become a wail, a cry of grief. Someone had died this night, and no one who heard it managed to fall back asleep.

The following morning, Sam got up and was given breakfast by the tavern owners. However, as soon as he sat down at his same spot from yesterday, Volker entered the bar. “For God’s sake man, the day has just started.”

“Yes, and I’m already way behind on my drinking. A pint, my good sir,” Sam said to the barkeeper.

“Come on, I need help catching my madman, and you’re the perfect candidate to help me.”

“Can’t you see that I’m busy?” A stein was handed to him, but it was empty. “Excuse me, I know I was rather vague, but when I asked for a pint, I didn’t mean a pint of air.”

The bartender glared at him. “Due to your misfortune, the mayor has asked me to offer room and board to those on the train. I’ve agreed to feed and shelter you, but liquor is another matter. You used up all your free drinks yesterday. If you want a drop, I had better see some money.”

“Et tu, Brute?” Sam stood up and emptied his pockets, building a small pile of garbage on the counter. He had the currency of numerous nations, but unfortunately, they ...