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Other I

/Underbrush/

A curious story at the coffee shop and a hobby for seeking truth led him to a cabin in the woods. He found it mysteriously not so abandoned, and soon discovered he was not so alone.

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He enjoyed odd stories. Anything that couldn't be explained by conventional human terms. He gathered his camera bag, backpack and headed for what had been identified as his location, or as he classified in his notes: the dead zone.

The chilly wind of the open forest was hardly a welcome sign, and he examined his compass as he made his way down the singular beaten path. He was irritated when the needle pointed every direction sporadically. He decided that it may be best to save this trek for another time and almost turned back. Until his senses alerted him to the presence of another, and in that instant, the shadows of the woods came alive. He was aware that running without a functional compass could be suicide, so he held his ground, and shifted his torch light through the encroaching darkness. He swallowed as the blackest area around him started to converge, awestruck at this obscure force of nature. The cool temperature of the evening settled even more noticeably on his skin, and the cold breathing of an unknown creature pressed in behind him. Right now he could not decide which was worse. Maybe he never would.

The being behind him shifted, then something hit him in the back, and he stumbled forward into a log cabin.

Funny. He observed. That hadn't been there a moment ago.

His torch flew out of his hands, and landed with a crunch in a pile of leaves, the bulb flickered out from jarred batteries. The presence that had struck him pinned him to the cabin by the back of his neck, and his fingers raked at the timber. The scent of damp wood stuck in his nose. His teeth clenched as shadowy tendrils whirled around him, grappling at his limbs tightly. The blackness weaved around him like a living being. His body felt paralyzed as it seeped into his skin, and his attempt to protest was stifled as his mind was invaded. It seemed wandering into their territory did not come without consequences.

The apparition was getting a read on him, gauging him. It unhinged his persona bit by bit. Memories played before his eyes like a cinema. He was watching himself like a spectator: an early morning shower, leaving his apartment for the coffee shop, chatting with the people there. A blur shifted the scene, he was walking for his car, casting a glance at his cellphone screen with several messages unread, an ache in him stirring. Another snap and he was again spectating his car pulling from the coffee shop parking lot, driving to the woods, and in a flash, his torch was engulfed in darkness and his face was slamming into the cabin wall.

The visions sifted in front of his eyes, fading back into the present, and the air radiated malevolence. The tendrils flowed once more, his face was pushed roughly into the cabin wall, and he grappled for support as blood trickled from his nose, spitting it from his face when it dribbled down his lips. His flailing hand caught the rotted windowsill near them, and he flinched back at a slicing pain; blood dripped from the side of his hand, cut on shards of glass that yet remained. An elongated limb of the shadow hooked his wrist and pulled it uncomfortably behind his head. He grimaced as the warmth of a tongue traced across the fresh wound, and the dark creature behind him trembled in delight.

The shadow pulled him into a frigid embrace. He could feel the heat of his body being sapped from him, and a lulling, indiscernible whisper at his ear put him on edge. It seemed a different language, one he couldn't place. His gut instinct rang warning bells in chorus, yet here he was still, cruising down the dangerous road of temptation. He managed to move his arm enough to clutch an obscure hand in his and pulled it to his lips, trailing them across the creature's form lightly. His curiosity was overwhelming. It was strange to him that he had yet to sense a threat to his life.

The sound of his heart pounded in his ears, as a gap of stillness from the other added to his suspicions, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. An icy feeling lingered in his chest, cycling through every nerve as his thoughts slowed to a drawl. He swallowed a lump in his throat, as the vice grip of the black tendrils suddenly loosened, and they trailed around his waist, circling his beltline. He sucked in a breath as they began to undo his belt, rubbing against his cock through the denim then hooking the zipper downwards. They whirled around his cock and he made a quiet sound of disbelief when the dark tendrils began to jerk him off at a leisurely pace. He squirmed in the creature's grasp, but it was unhindered, too intent on toying with him completely.

His wondered what manner of beast this was, and his breathe hitched at the continuous flood of sensations welling up inside him. More shadows trailed the base of his cock, and slipped around his buttocks, pulling his pants below his thighs. His face heated as the dark coils teased him. The grip still on his forearms pulled him backwards from the cabin, and a cold bead of sweat trickled down his spine as the creature pulled him close, a firm wall against his back. A nip of sharp teeth at the rim of his ear made his stomach jump. His nerves remained unresponsive to his attempts to gain a foothold in the situation, and his voice betrayed him with silence. The creature muffled his inner struggle with a kiss, cloaking them in darkness as its tendrils continued their ministrations.

He shivered at the freezing aura surrounding the creature, apparent with each breathe that clouded in front of his face, and a quiet moan encouraged by the coils inside him. He tried to move of his own will again, only managing to turn his eyes towards the broken window of the cabin. All he could perceive was a vague darkness moving behind him. A black hand pushed through his chest as he observed it, and he sucked air between his teeth as a freezing grip clutched his heart. An unfamiliar weight tightened around the organ for a moment, then it dissipated. He stuttered a sound of question, but was cut off once again when the shade's form whorled around his thighs and lifted him effortlessly from the ground.

He jerked his head back at the beast, hitting only air in vain, then snapped his gaze in front of him when a second apparition made itself known, the far reach of its tendrils coiling around his ankles and up his legs as its steps glided the black creature towards him. The phantom was larger than the one behind him, it lingered before him, distorted and jagged, then covered the area left between them in two strides. The grip on his arms tensed as the creature before him warped into a near human silhouette. His jaw hung open, and his mouth went dry. He had made internal bets on who these creatures could be, now he wondered what they were.

He pushed back against the shadow holding him up, repelled by the leaden terror welling up in him. If there was any intent to hurt him, it was emanating heavily from this second apparition. The other beast loomed over him, obscure hands creeping up his ribs, pushing his shirt aside to bare his abdomen and stiffened cock. The first shadow's coils throbbed inside him still, until the larger creature gestured an order to it, and he rasped when they pulled free and left a slick excretion behind. A nudge at his entrance and he knew what to expect. He bit his lip, well aware it was no use trying to get them to stop and wait for his mental preparation. He clutched at the dark beast behind him as the second creature plunged inside and his vision became muddled in pain. Angling his hips to match the thrusts of the creature was a chore when the beast was committed only to its own pleasure. He tried to dig his heels into the shadow's back to control the pace, but the apparition's tendrils simply restrained him more tightly. Every muscle in his body tightened as he struggled to match the rhythm, and his lip bled freely trickle down his chin, the beast behind him leaned to his cheek, the chill of his tongue traced the blood away. The cold from the two beasts around him was morphing into an ominous haze as his cock strained in the first apparition's grasp, his peak mounting higher. He was assuming a state of indifference at his situation, greed for pleasure surging instead as the shade's rough thrusts bore into him.

The trees and leaves looked as if they were shifting with the shadowy creatures that held him, and a tingling wariness of the area around him alerted him that even more were now present. White noise leveled in his ears and his ragged breathes caught in his throat as the other pulled from him, and he felt a spatter against his cheeks. He rolled his head to his shoulder and managed a groan of frustration; it caught the attention of the two shadows who appeared to scrutinize his complaint. He directed his gaze at his hardened cock, and raised an eyebrow in further implication of his query.

The second shadow thrummed with energy as it stepped back from him, and what appeared to be smaller creatures dashed around its legs, fazing in and out of its form. He watched with mild attention as the lesser creatures slowed in movements and his heart skipped a beat when they reared back his direction. The creature behind him lowered him to the ground before he could make an objection, and twisted his arms behind his back. The shade pressured him into a crouch easily, and the miniature shadows joined the first shadow's pace in working off his cock.

He hummed in pleasure as the multitude of sensations enveloped his body, the smaller black creatures grew slick as they enveloped and pulsed around his cock, and his hips twitched in response, thrusting into the compliant group of tiny apparitions. His state of mind returned to an undulating wave of pleasure as he tilted his head back in pure lust. He savored the feeling of the little phantoms that contracted around him, and in mute apex, came freely within them, the little creatures swallowed up everything he offered.

The grip on his body went slack, and he dropped limply to the ground, catching himself on one palm, the first dregs of fatigue settling in. When he turned his gaze upwards, a mist was descending on the woodland, and the larger black creature disappeared into the gloom with the little ones in pursuit. The tendrils of the first shadow relinquished its grip entirely, but he remained on his knees, trembling slightly as his jumbled thoughts tried to logically clarify what had just happened. He turned his head slowly, then pivoted on one foot, wheeling around to face the first black shadow. His stomach jumped as it gazed back at him, unmoving and stoic. A dark silhouette of nothingness. Its appearance was the same as the second, aside the difference of height and broadness of stature. Before he could muster the resolve to speak, a high-pitched noise stunned his mind, a white spark was in his vision as he reeled, and dead leaves flew up around him as he fell onto his side.

He was spent in the middle of a forest, his pants dropped to his thighs, with nothing except the shadows watching over him. His hand twitched in an attempt to stay conscious, but it was futile. The shadow knelt next to him and its dark hand traced the up his arm as he slipped away. If these beasts had emotions, perhaps as he faded out, it looked down upon him with one that may have resembled concern.

When he awoke later he was no longer a disheveled mess, and the sun shone brightly through the trees, complemented by sounds of animals in the environment. He gazed at the sunbeams that peaked bright through the leaves, and raised his hand to shield his face from their light while still in his dreary state. It was then that he noticed, in mild bewilderment, that the cut on his palm was healed. He lowered his hand, and looked around him, spying his torch a few steps away. The weight in his heart remained, and he rested his palm against his chest as he eyed the area around him. It was what he observed as missing that disturbed him the most. The log cabin had vanished without a trace.

If it had been real, or if it had been fake, this event would be logged in the forefront of his memories for a long time.