In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... exorcism, and normally, we would hold the funerals here, but no one dares enter the church. I know my father would chastise me for letting it remain in this condition, but I just can’t fix what has been broken.”

“Someone was killed last night,” said Sam. “Attacking strangers who approach is madness, but entering someone’s home and killing an innocent has to have a reason.”

“Agreed. Man or monster, his actions surely have a pattern. We should meet with the bereaved family, see if there are any clues in the way the victim died. Sorine, we’ll need you to do the talking.”

“At the moment, the body is being cleansed in preparation for the wake. We will have to go later in the day.”

“But wouldn’t now be the best time?” Sam asked. “We need to see the body to know how they died. Should we do it now, before the wake, or later, when their house will be full of guests?”

Sorine sighed. “You may come with me, but please be respectful. These recent tragedies have hampered our traditional funeral rites, but they are still very important to us.” They followed Sorine out of the church and through the town, where she brought them to a house surrounded by mourners. “You two wait out here.”

Sorine went inside, leaving Sam and Volker to stand with the grieving. This was a close-knit community, and the fact that these two strangers were intruding irked many. The men solemnly bowed their heads, hoping it would give them some invisibility. Eventually, Sorine beckoned them inside, ...

... but she looked hesitant.

“I’ve convinced the family to let you see the body and ask questions, but one wrong word or move will get you thrown out.” Sorine then flashed Sam a glare of warning.

She led them through the house, smelling of timber and past meals. Everything was handmade and steeped in family history and local superstition. As per tradition, all the doors and windows were open, ensuring the deceased didn’t become trapped in the house, and all the mirrors were covered. They were brought into the parlor, where the grief-stricken parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles were preparing for the wake, trying to keep their minds and hands busy. They wanted to remain strong at the arrival of the two strangers, but it was clear to Sam and Volker that they were on thin ice.

“Sam, Volker, this is George and Olga Cinca. They just lost their daughter, Ilena”

“Please forgive our interruption,” Volker said as he bowed. “We stand before you, offering our respect and condolences, driven here by a sense of urgency. Our goal is to find your child’s killer, and we hope that doing so will offer you and she some comfort.”

Sam likewise bowed his head but said nothing, fearful of a faux pas.

The father, his face still wet with tears, cleared his throat. “What killed our Ilena was no man. It may look like a man, it may walk like a man, but it is a beast from the pits of Hell.”

“I know this is difficult, but could you please tell me what happened last night?” Volker ...