In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... arrived at his driveway, finding a new mailbox. He continued up the driveway, running alongside the fence he and his father and brothers had built years earlier, yet no animals grazed on the other side.

He expected his home to be there, but instead, there was a house he didn’t recognize. The barn was also missing, replaced with a pile of ashes and charred timbers. This didn’t make sense. Where was his home? His family? He must have misremembered the scenery, but why did everything else look familiar? He spun around, looking for something that would prove or disprove what this place was. He looked across a nearby pasture, where he was sure he had plowed with the family tractor multiple times before, where he and his brothers had played baseball and caught fireflies, and where his sister had gotten married. It was exactly as he remembered it, but at the very edge where the field met the forest, where his grandparents were buried before he went off to the war, he saw a line of crosses.

Feeling a lump in his throat, Sam raced across the field and looked at the crosses, soon dropping his rifle and falling to his knees. His parents’ and siblings’ names, they were all there. “No, no, this can’t be happening.”

The missing house, the destroyed barn, he didn’t want to believe it all, but they pointed to one inarguable conclusion. There was nothing here. There was no home for him to return to, no one to welcome him back. He was all alone. Tears poured from Sam’s eyes, and he ...

... beat his fists against the ground.

“I didn’t mean to be gone for so long! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t come back! I’m sorry I made you worry! I was the one who was supposed to leave, not you! You’re supposed to be here! You’re supposed to be waiting for me! I just wanted to do the right thing! I just wanted to accomplish something that would make you proud!”

“Sam….” He heard a voice and turned around, but no one was there. Instead, the field he had just crossed was filled with more crosses and countless tombstones, each bearing German, Austrian, and Bulgarian names, the names of all the men he killed. “Sam….”

The soil around each grave stirred, and suddenly, rotting hands began bursting out of the ground. One by one, the dead soldiers pulled themselves out of their graves. Maggots and worms poured from their mouths and eye sockets, and their papery flesh tore with every movement. They were missing hair, flesh, limbs, organs, eyes, and a soul, but the power of their grudge could be felt in the air itself.

“You killed us, Sam. Now you must join us,” they all groaned.

Sam looked back to his family graves, watching his parents and siblings clawing their way out of the soil. They all wore the clothes he remembered in life, but their bodies were charred from the flames that killed them. “Join us, Sam. We’ve been waiting for you,” his family moaned as they pulled themselves towards him.

“This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening!” Sam exclaimed, covering his eyes ...