In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... innocent. A young life had been cut short, leaving only a husk filled with the pain and love of her family.

“In Romania, death is something to be celebrated,” Sorine whispered. “It means a loved one is ascending to the afterlife, a place of serenity where no pain can reach them. You don’t say goodbye, you say good luck.” She walked over and placed her hand on Ilena’s covered forehead. “But when a child dies, even the most faithful struggle to find beauty in their passing. Rather than rewarded in Heaven, it’s hard not to feel they have been cheated on Earth.” She took a deep breath.

“Sorine….”

“She’s the sixth person Danut killed. The second was killed during the night after leaving my father’s funeral. The third? Killed after leaving the second’s funeral. Our funerals last for days, usually involving singing, games, and masks, but no more. Bad enough we are losing so many friends and family, now we’re too afraid to mourn them properly. Danut, whoever or whatever he is now, truly has lost his soul, for it is clear that nothing is sacred to him.” She then turned away and sat in the nearby chair. “Go on, then. Get what you came here for.”

Volker approached the bed and murmured a small prayer in German, then slowly pulled back the sheet to see Ilena’s face. “Oh Dear God,” he hissed, staggering back and covering his mouth.

Sam rushed over to see what had shocked him so. “Sweet Christ,” he muttered.

Ilena’s eyes were gone and her skull was completely hollow, like ...

... a carved pumpkin awaiting its candle.

“That’s exactly what my father looked like after the exorcism,” Sorine cursed after looking. “His brain had been sucked right out of his skull, leaving two empty pits where the windows to his soul used be.”

“Volker, please tell me you’ve seen something like this in the past, because not even No Man’s Land had shit like this.”

Volker was just barely keeping his breakfast down. “In a-ancient Egypt, when pre-preparing bodies for mummification, the brains would be pulled out of their noses with a metal hook. Perhaps this is some kind of ritualistic practice, similar to—”

“For God’s sake, man! This was not done with a metal hook!”

“Keep your voice down!” Sorine hissed.

“George said Danut was covering Ilena’s face. It’s possible that Danut did something to liquify her brain and then consumed it through her sockets. It’s not demonic possession, it’s deranged cannibalism.” Sam grumbled in annoyance and then examined the wall beside the bed. “What are you searching for?”

“I may not be a fancy doctor or historian, but I learned plenty of interesting things in the war, like what happens when soft stuff gets hit with hard stuff. Ah, here we go.” He held up a doll from a shelf above the bed, showing its face had been torn. He removed the rest, revealing several pockmarks in the wall, with several lead pellets embedded in the wood. “George said he winged Danut with buckshot, so there should be some kind of splatter, and here it is, ...