In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... asked. “Any detail, no matter how small, will be of great help to us.”

George turned to his Olga, wringing a handkerchief. “We were awoken last night by the sound of breaking glass. I lit a candle and George got his shotgun from under the bed. We went to our daughter’s room and….” She broke into fresh tears, so her husband spoke up.

“The beast was standing in her room, holding our little girl off her bed by her arms. Her face was covered.”

“Covered with what?” Volker asked.

George shuddered “It wore no clothes, and its body looked like it had been horribly burned and then healed.” Sam thought back to his strange vision when he woke up in the train after the crash. He had hoped it was simply a hallucination caused by trauma, something he had suffered before during the war, but it was beginning to seem like someone had really been there. “My wife screamed and I raised by gun, but I could not fire without hitting Ilena. The monster turned to us and snarled like a mad beast. It dropped Ilena and I fired, wounding it with the first shot, but missing with the second as it jumped out the window. When we rushed to our daughter, she was… she was….”

“I understand. I can’t begin to imagine how terrifying and painful that experience must have been. The monster you speak of was a man named Danut Zaituc. Do you know that name?”

“Yes, everyone knew about Danut, how he had gone mad. His body was in Ilena’s room, but it was no longer his.”

“Did he say anything? ...

... Perhaps something he screamed or muttered?”

“He was without mind or soul, a vicious creature.”

“When you said you wounded him, can you be specific? Where did you hit him? What kind of ammo were you using?” Sam asked.

“It was buckshot. I aimed for his chest, but the gun kicked and I winged his shoulder.”

“And you said he jumped out the window. Did you see him run off?”

“No, it was too dark, and he was fast, very fast.”

“With your permission, we would like to examine your daughter’s wounds. How she died may give us a hint to tracking him down.”

“She is in her room. I will show you,” George said. He brought them upstairs to a door, but hesitated to open it. “What that monster did to her… no man could have done it."

He opened the door, and they entered Irena’s room. The autumn wind blew through the broken window, and the cloudy sky cast the room with gray light. Handmade toys sat on shelves, simple dolls staring into nothingness with button eyes. She lay on the bed, covered by a white sheet, with an anxious young man sitting nearby. Per tradition, bodies had to be observed until they were buried for protection against evil spirits.

“Andrei, you can go,” George said, ushering the young man outside. He then turned to Sorine and two men. “Please, be kind to her, and let her have her dignity.”

“Of course,” Sorine replied.

The door was closed behind them, and the three were left alone with her. At that moment, the weight hit them, the presence of a slain ...