In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... without a single shot. Most were grateful to have one evening without violence and loss, but many men felt cheated of the chance to kill the monster and end the horror. They felt Danut was toying with them, wearing down their patience. That was until they left the Town Square and discovered what their enemy had been up to. In family plots and behind the church, every grave in Runa had been desecrated, and the bodies removed. Even dry skeletons in the oldest graves were taken.

George and Olga screamed in despair upon seeing their daughter's open grave, the same with every other family with a buried loved one. When Sam and Volker saw Sorine, her face was wet with furious tears. The local priest's grave had been similarly emptied.

"That monster killed my father and won't even let him rest!"

Sam shook his head in confusion. "I don't get it. He had already fed on your father and numerous others, so why come back for their bodies? And why take dusty remains and old bones that he couldn't feed on?"

"He must need them for something other than food," said Volker. "We need more information. We need to find out exactly what is possessing Danut."

"And how do we do that?" Sam asked.

Volker turned to Sorine. "Has anyone bothered to check his house?"

"Of course. Once he first started attacking people, we looked for him there, but it was clear he had abandoned it."

"I think it might be worth another attempt."

Thus, the trio journeyed on horseback to the far edges ...

... of Runa village, to a lone shack built deep in the woods. The house was quite old, and the wood had grayed with time. They were all armed, in case Danut was hiding inside, and announced themselves with a simple knock on the door. There was no answer, so they let themselves inside. The interior was pitch black, courtesy of the shades over the windows and the branches of the trees outside, immersing the house in darkness.

They cautiously moved through the house with lanterns, while lighting candles and opening the windows to let in the light. Danut lived a very Spartan life; the furniture was simple, the walls were bare, and the few shelves had only tools and materials like paint and glue.

"Sorine, what exactly do you know about this man?" Sam asked.

"Very little. No one knew much about him. He was the last of a family of hermits. He kept to himself and threatened to shoot anyone who stepped on his land."

"This is not a house of pleasant memories," said Volker. "All my hairs are standing up, and they're telling me that terrible things happened here."

They searched every room, and though their instincts told them they were in the presence of evil, they could find no sign that Danut was anything but a miserable, reclusive bastard. Then, while walking down one of the halls, Sam felt something was off. The floorboards were flexing under his feet. He reached down and pulled the ratty carpet away, revealing a hidden door, and upon opening it, the smell of blood struck ...