{"sf1_id":279531,"sf2_id":"J1ObKyQn","title":"That town...","author":"Maxine Fuller","words":529,"posted_at":"2011-08-22T01:40:00.000Z","tags":["But mostly English","French Language","Gore","Horror","M/solo","Mind fuck","Un named species"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/279531-that-town","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1ObKyQn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d2/74/d274d71a-4ece-46e9-aac2-b701a577688e","description":"","content":"# Hello! Welcome, welcome! To all who have played Silent Hill, or similar games, this will be...Similar. No porn. No fapping, unless you can do that to gore.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat town... We all know one. A town which, on the surface, and even when scratched into is fine. But...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hello! Hello! Welcome to our town o-\" I was quick to cut the guy off, shaking my head, and walking along. As I passed, I could feel a wave of dread, and fear wash over me...Turning to him, where I'd not only thought it came from, but **_FELT._**\n\nIt was normal. Unless that creepy smile only a greeter can pull off is normal. With a breif shrug, and a sigh, I dismissed the thought..Foolishly. When beyond earshot, the man laughed, body splitting in a shower of gore, organs...Muscle and tissue. Beneath it all, a strange, evil creature of death, and destruction. It stood...No...Levitated...EXISTED there, pitch black, like the darkest night sky, with two, small, unnerving red orbs for eyes. It was tall, at least seven feet, and skinny...Upon movement, it shimmered, as if destroying the fabric, and very ability of the space it occupied to exist. The laugh it gave was disgusting, horrifying.... The bottom quarter of its head split, more gore showering with it, and a sickening crack.\n\nBy the time it had happened, I was in the town, unkowingly followed, trailed by these horrifying creatures...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe details escape me...But I can tell you, that it did not only move...Where it went changed. rustic, friendly wood becoming grotesque, warped steel and iron. the roads weren't safe either, the bricks jumping, twitching, and becoming something...Organic, fleshy, and bloody.\n\nBy the time I turned to look, I wished I hadn't. Followed by at least eight of the foul spawn, confronted with what I'd walked to. In my mind, I could see what they would do if they caught me, tendrils, and mockeries of limbs wrapping around my own, pulling tight, discomforting me, but not truly damaging...And then, one would seem to take my appearence, only to give a horrible smile, the curving of its...My lips tearing the soft flesh.\n\nPushing those thoughts out, I ran. Only ever looking back to see if they had gained.\n\nThey hadn't.\n\nThe breif triumph I felt was removed as I realised...I was going in circles. They were playing with me. I was going to die here...No. I was going to be replaced...By them. Each sign was changing, words warping into something foreign, each part of a sentance, each dark, the colour of dried, crusted blood. \"Exécuter,\u0026nbsp;imbécile!\u0026nbsp;Vous\u0026nbsp;ne pouvez pas sortir\u0026nbsp;...\u0026nbsp;Nous allons\u0026nbsp;vous chasser\u0026nbsp;...\u0026nbsp;Toujourscoincé dans\u0026nbsp;notre réalité\u0026nbsp;...\u0026nbsp;Votre vie est\u0026nbsp;désormais\u0026nbsp;la nôtre ...\u0026nbsp;Et pour toujoursdétenue\u0026nbsp;..\u0026nbsp;Exécuter,\u0026nbsp;et peut-être\u0026nbsp;que nous pourrions\u0026nbsp;profiter de votre\u0026nbsp;effort futile\u0026nbsp;pour échapper à\u0026nbsp;notre enfer\u0026nbsp;...\" Translation\u0026nbsp;Run, fool! You can't get away... We will hunt you... Forever trapped in our reality... Your life is now ours...And forever owned.. Run, and maybe we might enjoy your futile effort to escape our hell...\n\nIt was spread over several signs, and having taken French, I could read the horrifying message. I was doomed. Trapped... In this new reality. Forever running...But never able to hide...I could only do what they did in my reality...Exist.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}