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This game features graphic content including gore, dubious consent, and sexual situations. While there are no jump-scares there are sudden, loud audio cues. Turn the volume on your device either down or off entirely to avoid them. Players should be 18 and over, by continuing you are acknowledging that you are 18 or over.
[[Continue]]
[[Credits]]
(set:$respond to 0)(set:$pjack to 0)(set:$vjack to 0)(set:$she to 0)(set:$he to 0)(set:$they to 0)(set:$knife to 0)(set:$thunder to 0)(set:$fidosurprise to 0)(set:$deermansurprise to 0)(set:$venison to 0)(set:$jawbone to 0)(set:$attickeyinfo to 0)(set:$bulletin to 0)(set:$gasstation to 0)(set:$summoning to 0)(set:$jritual to 0)(set:$dritual to 0)(set:$deerheart to 0)(set:$orchids to 0)(set:$wine to 0)(set:$clothes to 0)(set:$nude to 0)(set:$tongue to 0)(set:$key to 0)(set:$conversation to 0)(set:$vgrab to 0)(set:$pgrab to 0)(set:$climb to 0)(set:$ritual to 0)(set:$jacket to 0)(set:$noknife to 0)Is this correct? You are "He."
[[Yes]]
[[No]]
(set:$he to 1)Is this correct? You are "She."
[[Yes]]
[[No]]
(set:$she to 1)Is this correct? You are "They."
[[Yes]]
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[[Left]]
[[Right]]You have chosen the avatar on the Left. (set:$vjack to 1)
[[Start]]
You have chosen the avatar on the Right. (set:$pjack to 1)
[[Start]]
Here’s a clichè: it’s dark.
You can’t exactly think of a proper way to describe just how dark it is. You’re a writer, so you should, but the only thing you can think of is Spongebob’s voice in your head saying, “This isn’t normal darkness. This is //advanced// darkness.” On a scale from “sort of dark” to “dark as balls,” this would be, “As Black as the Blackest Black™ by Anish Kapoor darkness.”
All around you, you can hear a rhythmic thrumming, like the rumbling of distant thunder. In fact, it feels hot and humid on your bare skin—
Wait. Bare?
Oh, yeah. As it turns out, you seem to be incredibly, totally naked.
Your first instinct is to reach down and cover yourself, but it’s too dark for that. Besides, you need your hands out in front of you to feel for any objects that are planning to make contact with your defenseless knees. One too many bruises from late-night snack runs have taught you how to navigate the darkness with care.
Front. Back. Left. Right. All around you, there’s nothing but smooth, cool stone. You start to walk forward, slow and steady.
You walk and walk and walk. Has it been hours? Or maybe the world’s slowest minutes? It’s not like you’re able to do any sightseeing on the way. There’s nothing but darkness and heat to keep you company. Sometimes you think you see movement out of the corners of your eyes, black moving on black, but when you turn to look, there’s never anything there.
There’s heat, though. Getting hotter and hotter, crawling under your skin, promising you light and warmth and safety. You have to find where it’s coming from before whatever’s lurking out there finds you.
[[Walk Forward]]
You continue on, legs now weak underneath you. The air is getting thicker, harder to breathe as if it’s a physical thing. The heat is unbearable now, sweat cascading down your whole body in little rivers. The only thing you can hear is the constant pounding in your head, that far-off thunderstorm that sometimes sounds like it’s trying to tell you something.
You stop to catch your breath.
Almost immediately, everything goes silent.
The darkness groans in front of you, and you feel yourself start to sway where you stand. Again, you sense movement, but not in any way that makes sense to your eyes. Things appear and disappear out of nothing, structures that intersect in ways they shouldn’t.
You realize after a while that a staircase, or maybe a tunnel, has assembled itself in front of you. It’s hard to tell; looking at it too long makes your head feel funny. At the very bottom — or maybe the end — there is a light. It flickers like a flame. Could it be a torch? Someone to save you?
[[Walk Towards It]]
[[Stay There]]Hesitant, you walk forward. It’s strange, not knowing whether you’re going up or down, but you trust that going toward the light is the right thing to do. It glints off your wet skin, off the hair sticking to your face.
Finally, you can make out a large, well-lit chamber in the distance. Torch flames encircle the room. In the center, you can see a large table made of rock.
When you reach it, you lay a hand on its surface. It’s cold as ice to the touch, and looks like it’s straight out of some 90’s cult movie. You’d be stupid to sit on it, but you’re so hot...
[[Sit Down]]
[[Yeah Right]]
Yeah, okay. Ominous light at the end of a self-assembling tunnel? Might as well have a neon sign above it that says, “Come on Down to Literal Hell.” You can be kind of a dumbass sometimes, sure, but you’re not THAT stupid.
You decide to stay up here and look around for another way out of wherever you are. In fact, this is probably a dream, so why not wait around until you wake up?
You don’t notice it at first. The way the light from the fire seems to crawl toward you. Squirming through the impossible twists and turns, all those 90 degree angles and flat ridges and steep jumps, it makes its way to your toes first.
It feels like ice.
A shout leaves your throat as you startle back into the safety of the darkness. Only this time there isn’t empty space but a warm, slimy wall blocking you. Or maybe you’re lying down? You can’t tell. You’re so dizzy all of a sudden, and none of this feels right.
The light and shadows both wrap around your ankles, tight and unforgiving. More tendrils rise up from the floor, coiling around your waist and your arms. It’s a living thing around you, you realize, and you’re not about to get swallowed — you’re already in the belly of the beast.
You fight, pulling and tugging, but they only squeeze harder. You scream again for someone to help, but sickly, prying tentacles fill your mouth and sink deep inside you.
[[You Give In]]
A groan escapes your lips. It’s an instant relief to your feverish skin. Without even thinking, you lower yourself down onto your back, spreading your whole body out across the rock table’s surface.
Your eyes are so heavy. You’re exhausted. You don’t notice the way the shadows from the torches wriggle across the stone floor until they reach up and engulf you.
Though they lay flat against your body, you can feel their weight. They press down against your skin, trailing over your body, your legs, your chest. Gentle, curious touches grace the peaks of your nipples before moving onto your throat, then your chin.
The shadows cradle you like a lukewarm bath after a hard day. You let your head tilt back as far as the stone will allow.
[[You Give In]] (if:$vjack > 0)[You moan, loud and unintentionally, as one tendril brushes across the lips of your pussy. Okay, yeah, that’s not happening, you creepy shadows. You go to close your legs, but the shadows, as if they know, take your legs and push them open wider. More climb over your body, around your waist, up your chest, and wrap around your throat. Thoroughly immobilized, you can do nothing but watch as the tendrils investigate your skin.
It’s only just now that you notice there are people here. They stand, gathered around you silently in heavy cloaks and hoods, staring at down at you. Though you cannot see their faces, your skin prickles, hairs rising on your neck under the intensity of their glares.
One, bigger than the rest, steps forward. With a huge figure and arms that burst with muscle, they tower over you. Their hands are dark, like they’ve dipped them in pitch oil up to the crook of their elbows. Stepping between your open legs, they rest their hands on your thighs, hands unnaturally hot.
You shudder. They tilt their head. The shadows pause in their ministrations, then slowly pull away until they are solely wrapped around your wrists, ankles, and neck. One of the cloaked figure’s hands makes its way up your thigh, stopping momentarily to part the lips of your cunt. Whining, you arch slightly off the rock when their thumb brushes against your twitching clit.
They look at you underneath their hood. For one moment you think you see the burning circle of an eye — just a glowing ember in a circle of black — meeting your own. ]
(if:$pjack > 0)[You moan, loud and unintentionally, as one tendril brushes across the head of your cock. Okay, yeah, that’s not happening, you creepy shadows. You go to close your legs, but the shadows, as if they know, take your legs and push them open wider. More climb over your body, around your waist, up your chest, and wrap around your throat. Thoroughly immobilized, you can do nothing but watch as the tendrils investigate your skin.
It’s only just now that you notice there are people here. They stand, gathered around you silently in heavy cloaks and hoods, staring at down at you. Though you cannot see their faces, your skin prickles, hairs rising on your neck under the intensity of their glares.
One, bigger than the rest, steps forward. With a huge figure and arms that burst with muscle, they tower over you. Their hands are dark, like they’ve dipped them in pitch oil up to the crook of their elbows. Stepping between your open legs, they rest their hands on your thighs, hands unnaturally hot.
You shudder. They tilt their head. The shadows pause in their ministrations, then slowly pull away until they are solely wrapped around your wrists, ankles, and neck. One of the cloaked figure’s hands makes its way up your thigh, stopping momentarily to trace a finger along the half-hard underside of your dick. Whining, you arch slightly off the rock when their thumb brushes against the slit at the head.
They look at you underneath their hood. For one moment you think you see the burning circle of an eye — just a glowing ember in a circle of black — meeting your own. ]
[[Wake Up]]
Yeah, okay. Freaky altar in a room filled with torches? You can be kind of a dumbass sometimes, sure, but you’re not THAT stupid.
You decide to stay up here and look around for another way out of wherever you are. In fact, this is probably a dream, so why not wait around until you wake up?
You don’t notice it at first. The way the light from the fire seems to crawl toward you. Squirming through the impossible twists and turns, all those 90 degree angles and flat ridges and steep jumps, it makes its way to your toes first.
It feels like ice.
A shout leaves your throat as you startle back into the safety of the darkness. Only this time there isn’t empty space but a warm, slimy wall blocking you. Or maybe you’re lying down? You can’t tell. You’re so dizzy all of a sudden, and none of this feels right.
The light and shadows both wrap around your ankles, tight and unforgiving. More tendrils rise up from the floor, coiling around your waist and your arms. It’s a living thing around you, you realize, and you’re not about to get swallowed — you’re already in the belly of the beast.
You fight, pulling and tugging, but they only squeeze harder. You scream again for someone to help, but sickly, prying tentacles fill your mouth and sink deep inside you.
[[You Give In]]
(if:$vjack > 0)[You wake up suddenly. Light, bright and hot, filters through your open window onto your bed. Nightshirt sticking to your flushed skin, you reek of sweat, and that’s putting it mildly. Kicking off the covers, you tear off your shirt to cool off, but as you do, you feel it.
//It.//
That damp spot in your underwear, smack dab under your ass and thighs. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what it is, especially with how the blood rushes to your face when your over sensitive cunt brushes against the soaked fabric.
Ha ha //haaaaa//, you’re not going to think about that. You’re so not going to think about that weird-ass dream that you barely remember now. Nope. Not happening. You must have eaten some bad take-out or something.
Yelp review: //2 stars for way too vivid dreams.//
Ugh, welp, you needed a shower anyway before you got to work.]
(if:$pjack > 0)[You wake up suddenly. Light, bright and hot, filters through your open window onto your bed. Nightshirt sticking to your flushed skin, you reek of sweat, and that’s putting it mildly. Kicking off the covers, you tear off your shirt to cool off, but as you do, you feel it.
//It.//
That damp spot in your underwear, smack dab under your ass and thighs. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what it is, especially with how the blood rushes to your face when your still hard cock tents up against the soaked fabric.
Ha ha //haaaaa//, you’re not going to think about that. You’re so not going to think about that weird-ass dream that you barely remember now. Nope. Not happening. You must have eaten some bad take-out or something.
Yelp review: //2 stars for way too vivid dreams.//
Ugh, welp, you needed a shower anyway before you got to work.]
[[Shower]]Cold shower? Cold shower. It just makes sense.
The water washes away your sweat without a problem. Your morning arousal, on the other hand, is a lot harder. Listen, you have morals, okay? You have standards. You’re not gonna touch yourself just because of some cryptic bullshit nonsense dream.
[[Yeah, Sure]]
Yeah! Sure!
Completely ignoring lower body, you step out of the shower, towel off, and change into some loose clothes. Enough of that. The clock on your bedroom nightstand reads 11 AM. Nice job sleeping in, but that’s one of the benefits of working from home. You set your own hours. And if that means adjusting because you slept in for a filthy nightmare, well, you do you.
You sit at your computer and turn on the monitor. Might as well get started before it gets too late in the day. Best place to do so is your email.
[[Check Email]]
Your inbox is full of hate mail.
You’re not kidding. There are literally hundreds upon hundreds of messages that range from “this is fake and you should be ashamed” to the simple, yet articulate, “die.” You have about 1000 unread messages, all of them from MeTube, most of them about //Let’s Hunt!//
//Let’s Hunt!// is your urban exploration series. You don’t have the most popular channel on the site, but you’ve managed to make a good living for yourself by filming the occasional spooky video.
Urbexing isn’t the only thing on your channel, either. You also run a blog where you make posts about all the encounters you have at different locations, plus photos. Half of those photos include bloody handprints, a dark shadow in the corner looking down at you, maybe a knife, clean, sitting along a rusted counter. A lot of viewers accuse you of setting up scenes to drive more attention to your site and get you more views.
And, well, they’re right.You’ve gotta find some way to make it in this clickbait world, so why not get a little creative with your content?
Which kind of reminds you, you don’t have anything planned for your video and blog post next week. One would think forgotten and empty houses would be a dime a dozen in this economy. Sadly, that doesn’t seem to be the case here. Your area doesn’t have a big online presence, so you have to find most of the abandoned places yourself.
[[Damn]]
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Who are you...
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Who are you...
[[He]]
[[She]]
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(set:$they to 0)You open the email.
//Jack,
I am contacting you as a fellow urban explorer. Your videos provide an endless source of entertainment and introspection when it comes to the abundance of deserted property in America. I am reaching out to you because I found a nearby property that I haven’t seen featured on your blog. I think it would be beneficial for my curiosity and your interest to see your account of it on your blog.
-A dear fan.//
Included at the bottom of the email is an address and photograph of the property. To call it creepy would be an understatement. The place is awful. Ages old, looks like it came straight out of the early 1800’s. Georgian architecture with its creepy symmetrical, rectangular windows and weirdly perfect brickwork, the house was probably nice at one point. Aren’t they all? Now it sits, overgrown with a variety of different ferns and moss and muck climbing up the faded red stones, windows boarded up or broken and, to top it all off, it’s half-submerged in a bog.
It’s ugly and foreboding and looks like the home of a dozen or so nasty rodents and evil little spiders. All in all, it looks like the perfect place to make a video.
[[Respond to Email]]
[[Ignore It]]
(set:$respond to 1)Eh, you have more important things to do. Besides there’s nothing wrong with letting an email sit for a few seconds, minutes...hours….days. They probably don’t mind. You have chores to do. Like, uh, cleaning your sink.
//Do you really want to clean your sink?//
(if:$respond > 0)[ [[Respond to Email]] ](else:)[ [[Open the Email]] ]
[[Clean Sink]]Yeah, this looks promising!
The address is about five hours from where you live. There’s a little town about two hours away from the property, then it’s nothing but open road. Awesome, that means you have less of a chance of being caught by the police.
There’s enough time left in the day to drive out there, shoot a video, then return to a motel in the nearby town to edit that night. You can have the video up in no time.
You send a response to the fan, thanking them for the tip and asking for any information that you may need to know before approaching the site. Like it or not, walking into an abandoned area, especially ones out in the middle of nowhere can be sort of — okay, very — dangerous. There’s mold, animals, and, of course, other people to watch out for. Better get a heads up on the climate first.
You wait around an hour. Respond to a few emails of the not so kind variety. One of them called you a little attention whore, which is true, yes, but they could have been nicer in their scathing review.
Then you distract yourself by browsing expensive cameras for sale on Amazon. You don’t make enough money on ad revenue from your blog or MeTube account yet to afford anything other than the occasional treat at McDonalds. You’re in dire need of more interesting content.
More and more, you find yourself getting excited for this swamp house. This could be your big break on MeTube if everything goes right. The property is large, spooky, and the perfect scene for a number of twisted titles.
“Murder at Old Mansion?” Too overdone.
“Exorcism at Old Plantation Home?” Eh, getting there. Everyone loves a good demon possession story.
What about, “Secret Black Market Sex Ring?” Yeah, that’s good. That’ll stir up a lot of controversy.
[[you're terrible]]
Better get started. There are only so many hours in the day, and you are not about to waste it here.
You have a pack you take with you ready at the front door of your little apartment. It’s a backpack filled with with a water bottle, a First Aid kit, a respirator mask, and a change of clothes, plus the obligatory flashlights, spare batteries, and camera equipment. It’s a little big, but easy enough to carry.
Better safe than sorry, right?
You put on a change of clothes. Your iconic leather studded jacket you have become known for in your videos slides over your arms easily. Then there are your thicker high-tops. You don’t exactly have “hiking” shoes, but it shouldn’t matter, should it? You’re not gonna be doing anything too strenuous.
It barely takes any time to get ready. The only thing that really needs to be taken care of is getting your car keys from the bowl near the door and something to eat on the way from the kitchen. After all that, you’re on your way.
[[The Long Drive]]The road to the property is a long one.
You knew this before heading out, but there’s always something so surprising about just how long several hours by car can be. The amount of miles and towns you’ve passed on the way out, the road signs and state lines, the change of scenery from bustling, crowded city streets to rolling hills and miles of forest.
It’s late in the day by the time you finally make it to the gas station near the edge of town. It’s the final real piece of “civilization” in the two hours it’ll take through New England wilderness to make it to the the next county. The location for the abandoned property is a little between the two. A few miles off road — you’ll have to hike part of it, according to Maps — you’re only at risk of getting caught by a racoon or deer. Highway patrol would be lucky to see your car with how well you know how to hide it.
The weather is nice. Kind of cold out, but that’s expected for late October. There’s barely a cloud in the sky, save for a few in the distance. You fill up your car with enough gas it practically overflows. (Never get caught without enough — you learned that lesson the hard way once.)
[[Get In The Car]]
[[Take A Look Around]]
[[Go Into The Gas Station]]Oh, you’re doing it. You’re cleaning your sink.
Wow.
It’s been literal months since you’ve cleaned this, you sloppy fucking gremlin. It smells terrible. There’s a buildup of gunk in the drain from bits of hair and toothpaste from months, maybe a year ago.
Maybe you could do a vlog on your bathroom sink. There’s enough gunk and rust that it you could pretend it’s from an abandoned site. You’re already thinking of the title, “Flushed Human Remains Found in Drain!!” There’s a house a few blocks down that’s been foreclosed with overgrown weeds in the front. You can use that, it would be easy to break the lock.
Then again, there is that email.
Or you could totally watch that Halloween movie marathon today like you’d planned.
(if:$respond > 0)[ [[Respond to Email]] ](else:)[ [[Open the Email]] ]
[[Watch TV]]You decide to watch TV. What’s a Halloween celebration if you can’t watch some scary movies? With any luck, the elderly neighbors in your apartment block won’t hear the characters’ screams and file another noise complaint.
Seems like every channel has something scary on. But what should you watch?
[[Watch A Slasher]]
[[Watch A Thriller]]
[[Watch A Monster Movie]]
Or maybe you could actually get work done.
(if:$respond > 0)[ [[Respond to Email]] ](else:)[ [[Open the Email]] ]Claws slash across the neck of a screaming young woman. Blood, too bright to be real, spurts from her throat as she falls awkwardly to the ground. While she chokes and bleeds out, the beast that killed her steps into the dim moonlight.
It’s a hairy, wolf-like thing, with pointed fangs and a drooling, open maw. Eyes glinting in the dark, it crouches over the girl’s limp body and tears through her tiny little camp counselor uniform, exposing her small breasts and lacy bra.
You’ve seen //Night of the Moon// about a dozen times. The story is as cheesy as any other early 80’s slasher, about a bunch of kids having sex in the woods before they get stalked and killed by some sort of monster.
The grotesque werewolf, with its pointed snout, sharp teeth and deadly claws, is eventually defeated by the young, blonde virgin. She’s saved by the strength of her purity, or some bullshit like that.
You roll your eyes. It’s corny, the effects are bad and the storyline is non-existent. But no one, including you, watches it for that. You watch it for one thing only: the killer.
[[Watch This]]
[[Watch A Thriller]]
[[Watch A Monster Movie]]
The dusty inside of an abandoned house plays across the screen. There is no music, save for the light tapping on the Middle C key of a piano. A boy enters, barely 18, still wearing his high school uniform. He holds a dim, flickering flashlight in his shaking hand.
He passes by a room without noticing what’s inside it, but you and the camera do. A man, or something that looks like a man, smiling maniacally. His stark white face and ruby red lips stick out against the dark backdrop.
//A Bump at Night// is a remake, like most things are. But this one’s actually good, from what you’ve heard. Their casting of the film’s old-school iconic clown villain made it a quick hit.
Maybe that’s what your next video should be about: some abandoned amusement park. Really cash in on the hype.
[[Watch It]]
[[Watch A Slasher]]
[[Watch A Monster Movie]]
You channel surf, passing a few cooking shows before you land on a movie you know by heart. Bloody viscera paints paints the walls as the the multi-tentacled abomination of flesh and sinew erupts from a writhing human’s chest. The other men and women that surrounded the body of the creature stumble back in horror, faces ashen and gripping the walls like rats in a trap. It’s a movie called //The Creature,// and you know the creature in question as well as the back of your hand.
You dressed up as it when you went to your first high school Halloween party as a freshman, having watched the movie at least thirty times to get every little detail down perfectly. You adore the design of the ancient deep-sea creature that can masquerade as human beings by absorbing them into itself.
Right now, the creature’s slimy, dark tentacles with razor-sharp puckers dig into the skin of the research team’s doctor. Maybe you should watch this for old time’s sake, even though you know the lines by heart.
[[Watch]]
[[Watch A Slasher]]
[[Watch A Thriller]]
Don’t diss the classics. You put the remote to the side and lean back on your couch. Settling in to watch the old movie, you ignore the cheesy dialogue and focus instead on the werewolf’s makeup. Killers often stayed hidden in movies from that decade, but not in this one. The SFX crew really wanted to show off their work, and damn, do you appreciate it.
That big, realistic muzzle, all curled up in a menacing snarl. The glimmer of drool in the moonlight. Long, clawed hands with scattered patches of fur. It’s more wolf than man, sniffing the ground like an animal in search of its bleeding, wounded prey.
As the wolfman bends down, you catch a glimpse of its cock. Red and knotted, it bobs between the creature’s legs, a bold choice by the SFX crew. It worked, though; the movie’s extra “edge” drove enough sales to make the film a quick cult hit.
Your mouth inexplicably waters at the sight of that masterpiece of craftsmanship. Jeez, you can already feel something hot stir in your gut.
You close your eyes.
[[You Deserve A Sexy Break]]
[[Ignore]]Maybe it’s the leftover hormones from the saucy dreams you had the night before. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been without a partner for, wow, over two years now? Whatever it is, the sight of the wolfman’s snarl, cock bobbing between his powerful, hairy thighs, has your brain on a one track thought. The destination? Inside your pants.
(if:$vjack > 0)[By the time you kick off your pants, there’s a dark stain forming on the thin cotton of your panties. Already soaking wet — you ignore what that must say about you — you press the meat of your palm on the cloth over your swollen clit.
Sighing, you roll your palm down the length of your slit, spreading your legs to give you more room. On screen the wolfman snarls, having found its new prey. Your mind, half-listening, fills in the blanks; you are the wolfman’s next victim.
Driven by the scent of your dripping cunt, he chases you through the woods. You imagine yourself tripping over the roots of trees as you run from him. Panting desperately as you push yourself to run harder, faster—!
It's not enough, not for a man as agile as he is.](if:$pjack > 0)[By the time you kick off your pants, there's a dark stain forming on the thin cotton of your underwear. Already soaking wet — you ignore what that must say about you — you press the meat of your palm on the cloth over the swell of your cock.
Sighing, you roll your palm down the length of it, spreading your legs to give you more room. On screen the wolfman snarls, having found its new prey. Your mind, half-listening, fills in the blanks; you are the wolfman’s next victim.
Driven by the scent of your weeping prick, he chases you through the woods. You imagine yourself tripping over the roots of trees as you run from him. Panting desperately as you push yourself to run harder, faster—!
It’s not enough, not for a man as agile as he is.]
[[He pins you]] Wow, okay, easy there, tiger.
Pushing down whatever line of thought that little stroke of heat came from, you blink slowly. You turned on your TV to watch a movie, not get a little self-love in before the rest of your chores. Have some respect for fine cinema, damn!
Pulling a pillow over your lap, you watch the rest of the movie, trying to focus on the gore and not the hot twisting in your gut.
[[Turn Off TV]]You turn off the television. It’s almost dark now. Sunset is at four o’clock, and you’re well on your way past it at this point.
Looks like you’re in for the night. Guess you’ll be making a video of the foreclosed house in your neighborhood. Maybe you can call it, “Murder House on Halloween!”
You’ll make it up to your viewers some other time.
//You got ending 0/6, Avoided Fucking Monsters//
[[End]]
You’ve always wanted to watch this movie, just never had the time. Not until now. You let yourself relax into your comfy couch and watch the high schooler continue on, oblivious to the killer following behind him.
The effects are good. Your eyes are drawn to the creature, the way it twists and bends in ways no human can. Apparently it lurks in every scene, like some demonic //Where’s Waldo,// but with much higher stakes.
The thought of someone following you, stalking just outside your line of vision, reminds you of your dream. Suddenly, you find yourself wondering what you’d do if you were in that situation.
Certainly, you wouldn’t be as dumb as these freshly legal teens. No, there’s no way you’d be like that. You’re smart and cunning and run your own spooky MeTube channel; you’d be able to outsmart the thing for sure.
The creature on screen steps out into the light, revealing itself fully, sharp teeth in a delighted smirk as it towers over the boy.
Something in your gut clenches in a way that isn’t just fear.
[[No Use Denying It Twice]]
[[Ignore]] Nostalgia overwhelms you. How could you watch anything else? This is perfect!
Lying back on the couch, you laugh as the main character — an overly masculine man with a macho name, Frank Jackson — stares as the abomination of pink flesh and dark slime oozing out of the unlucky victim.
“My God,” you say in time with him. “That thing isn’t human anymore!”
It’s so corny and //bad//. You cheeks hurt from grinning so much. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, and you have to wipe them away before they spill over. Maybe this isn’t the best “scary” movie to watch on a night like Halloween, but fuck what everyone else says, right?
You kind of feel for the creature. It was just trying to get some shut-eye in the Mariana Trench when some visiting marine biologists hauled it up and started running tests on it. You know //you’d// be pissed if someone ruined your sleep. Maybe you’d rend a ship’s mechanic in half, too.
On-screen, the paranoia is already setting in amongst the crew. Pointing fingers and screaming at one another, no one notices the blood-coated tentacles reaching down from the air vent.
One shoots down, wrapping around a woman’s throat, and squeezes. Others slip down and coil over her wrists and waist, squeezing tightly. She gasps, mouth open and wet. Not quite unlike your dream.
You flush, remembering the shadowy tendrils curling around your waist and stomach. The physical weight of them on your throat...
[[Make Up For Lost Time]]
[[Ignore]] Alright, this is a thing. You knew your tastes kind of bordered on the far end of vanilla to start, but you guess monstrous, flesh-eating beings that go parading about as freaky clowns is enough to get your motor going too. What would you even blame the attraction on, anyway? Your love for McDonalds? It’s got to be your lack of a partner. Yeah. That’s got to be it.
(if:$vjack > 0)[Apparently, your pussy doesn’t have the same moral dilemma as your brain. By the time you shove your pants down and get a hand inside your panties, it’s already leaking a steady stream of slick.
The clown creature in the movie grabs the boy, mouth splitting open wide to show off an array of long, terrible teeth. In an instant your mind replaces the boy with you as you are now. Shivering, aroused and slightly terrified. The monster smiles at you with its deformed mouth. It feeds off emotion after all, and though what you feel might not be its main diet, you’re making plenty of it.
It speaks to you in a voice dissimilar and similar to human speech.
“What do we have here?”
A hand cups your cheek and you flinch, both in fantasy and reality. You curl your finger around your clit, circling after a moment. Normally, you’re a little rough, but now, you do it light, teasingly. The same way it would with its long, spindly fingers.](if:$pjack > 0)[Apparently, your cock doesn’t have the same moral dilemma as your brain. By the time you shove your pants down and get a hand inside your underwear, it’s already standing at attention like a good little horny soldier. It twitches when you brush your fingers along the base.
The clown creature in the movie grabs the boy, mouth splitting open wide to show off an array of long, terrible teeth. In an instant your mind replaces the boy with you as you are now. Shivering, aroused and slightly terrified. The monster smiles at you with its deformed mouth. It feeds off emotion after all, and though what you feel might not be its main diet, you’re making plenty of it.
It speaks to you in a voice dissimilar and similar to human speech.
“What do we have here?”
A hand cups your cheek and you flinch, both in fantasy and reality. You curl your hand around your cock, starting with one hesitant stroke up. Normally, you're a little rough, but now, you do it light, teasingly. The same way it would with its long, spindly fingers.]
[[the things you do for a vlog]]
Okay, before you start psychoanalyzing yourself for getting turned on because a few tentacles, there’s that whole subgenre in anime. It’s like, one of the most common kinks out there. You’re practically vanilla for strange fetishes.
…
Yeah, no, it’s totally hot. You’re already reaching up to grab at your throat to give it a light, exploratory squeeze.
(if:$vjack > 0)[It’s not hard to imagine it. You have the movie and your dream from the night before fueling it. The hand on your throat squeezes harder, just enough to where you have to strain to get a deep enough breath. Spreading your legs wide apart, you unbuckle your pants and slide your hand under the waistband to your panties. Your fingers attack your clit, rubbing as you wheeze out a soft gasp.
The touch of the shadowy tendrils in your dream are still fresh in the front of your mind. The way they felt, smooth and light, but firm and unyielding, over your skin. Stretching your legs further apart, you try and replicate the position they held you in, but your body shakes under the strain. You’re finding it harder and harder to breathe now, especially with how hard your body has to work.
A mewl escapes you. Smiling, you push the lips of your cunt apart to trace around your leaking hole. How many would be able to fit inside you? You know the dimensions of the tentacles of the creature in the movie by heart. One, maybe two, with how thick they are. The image of you, mouth, cunt, and ass stuffed with tentacles comes suddenly. Hand forming a tight band around your neck, you choke on nothing.](if:$pjack > 0)[It’s not hard to imagine it. You have the movie and your dream from the night before fueling it. The hand on your throat squeezes harder, just enough to where you have to strain to get a deep enough breath. Spreading your legs wide apart, you unbuckle your pants, and slide your hand under the waistband to your underwear. Your fingers find the base of your cock and squeeze as you wheeze out a soft gasp.
The touch of the shadowy tendrils in your dream are still fresh in the front of your mind. The way they felt, smooth and light, but firm and unyielding, over your skin. Stretching your legs further apart, you try and replicate the position they held you in, but your body shakes under the strain. You’re finding it harder and harder to breathe now, especially with how hard your body has to work.
A mewl escapes you. Smiling, you push your underwear down far enough to expose your leaking cock. How many would be able to fit inside you? You know the dimensions of the tentacles of the creature in the movie by heart. One, maybe two, with how thick they are. The image of you, mouth, ass, maybe even your dick stuffed with tentacles comes suddenly. Hand forming a tight band around your neck, you choke on nothing.]
[[you rub yourself harder]]
Thank you for playing //Hunt//! We hope you enjoyed the experience from everyone apart of the Knotty Media Team!
[[Play Again]]
You get back into your car. It’s cozy on the inside, but not too hot. You turn on the ignition and then you’re back on the road again.
//-This is 85.5 FM Ted’s Radio, welcome back! We were just about to start talking about the news story developing in Baltimore this evening, but first, Kelly, why don’t you hit us with that weather forecast—//
Oh god. You hate this radio station. What’s with radio stations not playing music anymore? It’s either ads playing at all hours of the day or some jackass interviewing drunk people on the street. If you wanted to hear people talk about something you don’t give a damn about, you’d watch the news.
[[Listen Anyway]]
[[Change The Station]]
There’s no rush to get back into your car. You take a look around.
The gas station isn’t anything special. It’s a standard commercial chain with bright red coloring and a glowing neon sign that’s currently off. There aren’t many people around, probably because it’s out of the way even for the locals. The few cars in the driveway have out of state license plates. They must have come from the highway, like you.
There’s a sign a few feet away that says “Now Leaving Black Water County!” Underneath is a little painted family, their smiles having worn away with age. Another line, smaller, reads “Hope to See You Soon!” But “Hope to” has been scraped away, and someone’s spray painted some gang symbol, a little stick figure with devil horns — which they fucked up, by the way, because devil horns don’t branch out with multiple points — over “Soon.” All that’s left is “See You,” which is decidedly creepy.
Might be a good piece for the vlog.
[[Take A Picture]]
[[Look Around]]
[[Get In The Car]]
[[Go Into The Gas Station]]
(set:$gasstation to 1)You’re all stocked up on gear and water, but there’s nothing wrong with getting a little more information. The gas station looks nice enough, so you start there.
The bell chimes when you walk through the sliding doors. It’s warmer inside, so much so you think about shedding your jacket. A tall 30-something guy in a black shirt sits near the cash register flipping through a magazine. Behind him is a number of cigarettes and other locked up items.
“Hello,” he says without looking up.
You give him a little wave that he doesn’t acknowledge. Jerk.
There are only three aisles of merchandise: food, electronics, and miscellaneous items that range from fly swatters to what appears to be a car jack.
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Talk to the Clerk]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]]A soft ding.
Your email icon lights up to 1001. What’s the bet it’s a new hate message? About a million.
You refresh your email and see the new one at the top. The preview reads, //“Jack, I am contacting you as a fellow urban explorer…”//
[[Open the Email]]
[[Ignore It]]
<audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/Gmail%20New%20Mail.mp3" autoplay>A ding. There it is, the responding email.
//Jack,
The forest and bog are relatively peaceful. The only thing you’d really need are decent walking shoes and a flashlight.
-A dear fan.//
[[Gear Up]]
[[Ignore It]]
<audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/Gmail%20New%20Mail.mp3" autoplay>(if:$vjack > 0)[You struggle, digging your fingers into the dirt, but the wolfman presses down harder on your back. As you think of his claws rending apart your jeans and your underwear, you slip your fingers beneath the ones you’re wearing to tease your throbbing clit. A whine leaves your mouth.
Desperate as you are, the smell of your arousal would make the creature’s hard, red cock throb with anticipation. He’d lick you open, pausing to listen to you mewl and gasp. You’d writhe against the dirt, sensitive from the touch of his big, hot tongue.
You rub your clit to the thought, slick and pink and already so sensitive. Your other hand trails down, teasing your dripping hole.
Your fantasy continues. The wolfman is impatient, thrusting into your cunt without preparation. You cry out in time with your fantasy, your own fingers pushing into your tight hole. He’s big, you know, and, along with the rest of his transformation, now has a knotted dick to match.
It pushes you apart, spreading you wide. You finger yourself with no rhythm, chasing the overwhelming feeling of too much too soon. You imagine the wolfman, unaware of his own strength, claws digging into your arms, cutting up your skin.
You come like a slap to the face, groaning, clenching down hard on your fingers. It leaves you breathless, panting on the couch, dripping from your pussy. The sound of the television is distant in your ears.
Shit. You’re not going to be able to bag on furries anymore after this.](if:$pjack > 0)[You struggle, digging your fingers into the dirt, but the wolfman presses down harder on your back. As you think of his claws rending apart your jeans and your underwear, you slip your fingers beneath the ones you’re wearing to tease the wet head of your prick. A whine leaves your mouth.
Desperate as you are, the smell of your arousal would make the creature’s hard, red cock throb with anticipation. He’d lick you open, pausing to listen to you mewl and gasp. You’d writhe against the dirt, sensitive from the touch of his big, hot tongue.
You take yourself in your own hand, wincing at the friction of your dry palm. It’s hard to care with how aroused you are, balls tight and heavy. The other hand reaches down to prod lightly at your taint.
Your fantasy continues. The wolfman is impatient, thrusting into your ass without preparation. You cry out in time with your fantasy, your own finger pushing into your tight hole. He’s big, you know, and, along with the rest of his transformation, now has a knotted dick to match.
It pushes you apart, spreading you wide. You finger yourself with no rhythm, chasing the overwhelming feeling of too much too soon. You imagine the wolfman, unaware of his own strength, claws digging into your arms, cutting up your skin.
You come like a slap to the face, groaning, clenching down hard on your finger. Cum shoots from your cock and paints your shirt and a bit of your chin. It leaves you breathless, panting on the couch. The sound of the television is distant in your ears.
Shit. You’re not going to be able to bag on furries anymore after this.]
That's enough television for one day.
[[Turn Off TV]] (if:$vjack > 0)[You wandered too far into its territory and now it wants to feed off your arousal. Its long fingers have pulled away your pants and panties long ago, discarding them on the dusty floor. You gasp lightly when one of those fingers pushes deep inside your wet cunt.
A moan falls from your lips as you push your own finger inside, slow and torturous, frowning when it doesn’t stretch far enough.
In your fantasy, it withdraws its finger, sucking on the slick. It smiles wider and then it shakes violently. Two arms erupt from its back and take hold of you, lifting you higher. Its other arms grab your ankles and hold you apart. Smirking up at you, it holds you directly above its face and hungrily laps at you with its tongue.
You cry out at the brush of its wet tongue as your own slick-soaked second finger forces its way inside your aching cunt. It’s so hungry; you interrupted its meal, so your juice is all it can have now. There is no respite. No adjustment. It holds you still as you squirm on its long tongue licking up every drop. No matter how much you struggle it keeps your legs spread, and like that, you come.
You clench around your two fingers. Your thumb — that you had brought up a while ago to rub and tease your clit — continues to rub the over sensitive skin. Pushing past the initial discomfort, you bask in the afterglow of your high, working yourself to the edge nearly a second time.
It takes a few minutes for your breathing to return to normal. Your pussy aches around your two fingers, your inner walls raw and tender. Finally, you pull out your fingers just as the credits begin to roll.
Did you really just come to the thought of a clown eating you out?](if:$pjack > 0)[You wandered too far into its territory and now it wants to feed off your arousal. Its long fingers have pulled away your pants and underwear long ago, discarding them on the dusty floor. You gasp lightly when its long fingers wrap around your dick.
A moan falls from your lips as you squeeze your prick, slow and torturous, frowning when it doesn’t feel as cold and clammy as the monster's would. Precum dribbles from the head of your cock onto your hand. Onto its hand.
In your fantasy, it withdraws its hand to lick away the droplets. It smiles wider and then it shakes violently. Two arms erupt from its back and take hold of you, lifting you higher. Its other arms grab your ankles and hold you apart. Smirking up at you, it holds you directly above its face and hungrily laps at your asshole with its tongue.
You cry out at the brush of its wet tongue as your own hand moves faster to keep pace. It’s so hungry; you interrupted its meal, so your cum is all it can have now. There is no respite. No adjustment. It holds you still as you squirm on its long tongue licking up every drop. No matter how much you struggle it keeps your legs spread, and like that, you come.
You cover your stomach in ropes of white. Your thumb — that you had brought up a while ago to rub and tease the slit on your cockhead — continues to rub the over sensitive skin. Pushing past the initial discomfort, you bask in the afterglow of your high, working yourself to the edge nearly a second time.
It takes a few minutes for your breathing to return to normal. Your cock aches in your hand, rubbed raw from the dry friction. Finally, after another long minute, you drop your hand just as the credits begin to roll.
Did you really just come to the thought of a clown eating you out?]
That's enough TV for you
[[Turn Off TV]]
(if:$vjack > 0)[Suspended and held apart, fully on display for a creature so inhuman, that is a fantasy you adore. Helpless and vulnerable, you would be nothing but completely and totally fucked, wouldn’t you? Maybe the monster would call out to others to use you. Curious tendrils sliding over your skin, your tits and nipples, leaving a little wake of slime as they go.
Your own cunt clenches down on nothing. You’d add a finger, but the edges of your vision are starting to go hazy and black. The hand on your throat loosens and you suck in a deep breath. It hurts. You cough and buck your hips up against your finger and it’s enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.
Dazed you think, almost hysterical, maybe it’s time to find a toy that resembles the creature. Then you could really feel it inside you, its slick, alien limbs spreading you open.
Like that, you come with a light moan. Curling onto your side, you press your fingers down hard against your sopping cunt, marveling at the way your muscles tense and relax. You have to take a second to remember how to breathe again.
Limp and loose on the couch, you uncurl and let your legs fall off the end. You close your eyes and laugh to yourself.](if:$pjack > 0)[Suspended and held apart, fully on display for a creature so inhuman, that is a fantasy you adore. Helpless and vulnerable, you would be nothing but completely and totally fucked, wouldn’t you? Maybe the monster would call out to others to use you. Curious tendrils sliding over your skin, your tits and nipples, leaving a little wake of slime as they go.
Your ass clenches down on nothing. You’d add a finger, but the edges of your vision are starting to go hazy and black. The hand on your throat loosens and you suck in a deep breath. It hurts. You cough and buck your hips up and it’s enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.
Dazed you think, almost hysterical, maybe it’s time to find a toy that resembles the creature. Then you could really feel it inside you, its slick, alien limbs spreading you open.
Like that, you come with a light moan. Curling onto your side, you press the palm of your free hand down hard against your navel, marveling at the way your muscles tense and relax. You have to take a second to remember how to breathe again.
Limp and loose on the couch, you uncurl and let your legs fall off the end. You close your eyes and laugh to yourself.]
You’re definitely never going to be able to watch this movie again without thinking about this.
[[Turn Off TV]]
You’re not lazy, per se. You just want to make sure you don’t miss your unmarked turn off when you get closer to the location. There’s no road, so you’ll have to devote your focus to watching the road signs and mile markers.
//Thanks, Teddy. Well, we’re actually looking at a pretty nice week of weather. High sixties for most of the day, but there is a storm front coming in from the east that’s already covered most of the Northern East Coast in heavy amounts of rain. Best to stay inside and only leave if you have an emergency…//
The weather report drops off after a moment, the disc jockeys going back and forth about their weekend plans now that rain’s on the way. Their report said the storm should reach Black Water County around nine o’clock tonight. You don’t plan on staying out that long anyway.
[[Drive]]
You change the station. Then you change it again, because it’s another boring newscast. Finally, after a couple more clicks, you get to a station that’s actually playing music.
It’s screamo, which you’ve never been partial to, but on a drive with the most boring scenery you’ve been forced to watch for hours? Best damn sound you’ve ever heard in your life.
You shriek along with it, voice cracking midway through the second song. Who cares if you lose your voice tomorrow? All you have left to do is drive.
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You snap a picture of the sign. Looks just as spooky on film. Nice. That’s definitely going to get you some views.
[[Look Around]]
[[Get In The Car]]
[[Go Into The Gas Station]] There’s not a lot more to look at. A few gas pumps are closed, making yours and two others the only ones available. Distant forests surround the flat, grassy plains around the gas station. A few miles away you can see a farm with a tall fence erected around the property to keep out wolves.
Wait, are there wolves around here? Maybe just foxes or badgers. You specialize in human habitats, not wildlife.
[[Get In The Car]]
[[Go Into The Gas Station]]
Though you’ve got enough food and batteries in your car to be a certified Doomsday prepper, you browse. You recognize a lot of the brands of food they have, mostly commercial snack packs that make your mouth water. The electronics are the same. You even think about buying a new phone charger on impulse.
The miscellaneous section is a little… weird.
What you first thought was a car jack actually turns out to be a huge bear trap, maybe twice the standard size. Alongside that are different kinds of rope, bait, and what looks like a gigantic fishing net.
That’s kind of weird, right? The nearest water source big enough for that kind of fishing is an hour away in the swamp that apparently “no one knows about.”
...
It looks kind of sick, though. Maybe take a picture for the vlog?
[[Say Cheese]]
[[Talk to the Clerk]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]] (if:$conversation > 0)[The clerk looks at you. "I already told you everything I know. Please, leave already."](else:)[What’s an investigation without interviewing the locals? Especially the ones who don’t like being on camera.
You’re a provoker, it’s in your genes.
The clerk pays you no mind when step up to the counter, only turns a page in his magazine.
“Hello,” you say.
“Are you buying something?” He licks his thumb and turns a page.
“No—”
“Then don’t waste my time.”
Okay, dickhead.
[["Just a few questions."]]
[["Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."]]
[[You Heard Him]] ]
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]] The bulletin board has a number of photos and advertisements pinned to it. Group hiking sessions every Saturday; tryouts for the local sports team; several dozen missing pets posters, all plastered with pictures of adorable dogs and cats.
//Alas, poor Fluffy! I knew him, Horatio.//
You crack yourself up.
Mixed among the missing pet posters is a single odd one out. That’s because instead of a pet, the picture shows a young girl. Her blonde hair is up in two high pigtails, and she’s got a pink camo backpack slung over her shoulder. She is pretty, //really pretty,// definitely one of the most popular girls in her school.
The photo is old, you can tell by the age, like it was taken with a flash camera instead of a phone or high-end camera. There’s a date in the corner that reads “Jan 2, 2004.”
Underneath that is a name, “Alyssa Whittemore (goes by Lyssa),” along with a contact number for her family. Besides that number is one for the office number of the Black Water County Police Department.
[[Talk to the Clerk]]
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Go Outside]]
(set:$bulletin to 1)You head back out outside, shivering a little at a stray gust of wind. Definitely nicer out here than the stuffy interior of the gas station.
[[Get In The Car]]
[[Take A Look Around]]
[[Go Into The Gas Station]] You take a picture, already thinking of the caption: “Gas station outfitted for Jersey Devil hunt!”
[[Talk to the Clerk]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]] “Just a few questions.”
“Are you a cop?” The clerk glances up slightly, looking you over.
[["Yes."]]
[["No."]]The clerk frowns. “Unless you’re buying something, you best be on your way.”
[[You Heard Him]]
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]] You bend over and pick up a pack of gum from the shelves beneath the counter.
“Just the gum.”
The clerk stares at you for a long moment, then sighs and puts down his magazine.
As he starts to ring you up he asks, “what do you want to know?”
[[The Area]]
[[Anything Weird]]“You don't look like one,” he says, but he lowers his magazine even more, glancing you over. “You got a badge I can see?”
“You want a fine for...”
(if:$bulletin > 0)[ [[“for obstructing an investigation of a missing persons case?”]] ](else:)[~~"for obstructing an investigation of a missing persons case?~~]
[[“For unfixed gas pumps?”]]
[[“For being a dick?”]]
The clerk looks back down. “Then don't bother me.”
[["Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."]]
[[You Heard Him]]
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]] The clerk scoffs. “Nice try, (if:$she > 0)[Miss](if:$he > 0)[Mister](if:$they > 0)[kid]. Got a notice for those pumps a few days ago, and it weren’t by no cop.”
He sets down his magazine and really looks at you. “Now unless you’re buying something, I suggest you beat it.”
[[You Heard Him]]
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]] The clerk frowns. “Unless you’re buying something, you best be on your way.”
[[You Heard Him]]
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]] He sighs and leans back in his chair behind the counter. “What more do you guys want from me? I already told you what I know about the girl. This job don’t pay enough for me to keep an eye on every Sam, Jess, and Holly that drives on out here. She dropped in for gas, bought a package of peanuts and that was it!”
[[The Girl]]
[[Suspicious Persons]]
[[Area]]“What can you tell me about the area?”
“I mean, it’s pretty quiet. There’s a dairy farm a little ways down the road. Nice folks, made it through the economy and then the water goes bad. Can’t figure out what for, but every calf born there gets all fucked up. Probably arsenic in the water from the the swamp leakage up the road. That place has been a health hazard for years. No one will clean it up.”
[[Anything Weird]] “Got any weird local legends you can share? Crazy stories? Anything?”
The clerk scratches his chin. “I don’t know. You get the oddballs around midnight like any shop does. Once a guy came in, truck covered in doll heads. Asked if we sold any. Got real sad when I said no.”
He finishes ringing up the gum. It almost looks like he’s finished talking, but then there’s a gleam in his eyes like he remembers something.
“Well... There was a girl that disappeared years ago when I first started working. She was preppy, pretty, all dressed up in army surplus. Said she was doing some hiking, but,” he shakes his head. “She looked like one of those popular types. Probably ran off to be with her boyfriend.”
“Anything else?”
“Check the bulletin board, they put up her missing persons poster every year.”
He gives you the gum and the receipt. Nine dollars for a pack of gum? Fuck that guy.
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]]
(set:$conversation to 1)
“Tell me about Lyssa.”
“I don’t know.” The clerk’s scowl disappears. He sits up straighter, a little more submissive to you. “Look, I’ll tell you the same thing I told the other guys. She came in, paid with cash to use the pump. Asked about the drive to Rhyattsville up the road. I gave her a map and that’s it.”
[[The Map]]
[[Suspicious Persons]]
[[Area]]
[[That's all]]“Any suspicious people in the area around the time of her disappearance?”
“No— Well,” the clerk says. “You got to understand, weird people come out this way all the time. A lot of city freaks come this way to hunt deer when work gets too hard. I don't know. Always dead-eyed with one or two bucks tied to the roof of their cars. Maybe one of them shot her by accident while she was hiking, I don't know.”
Shakes his head and mumbles under his breath. "Not to mention those nature lovin' zealots."
[[The Girl]]
[[Area]]
[[That's all]] “What about the area? Maybe there’s some place she could have gone?”
“There’s miles of wilderness around here. She could hide anywhere for years and no one would ever know.” The clerk rubs his temples. “All I know about is an abandoned mine up in the mountains. Contaminated some water up there and killed off a lot of the wild life. I wouldn't be surprised if it made the animals rabid, too. You find a lot of deer and rabbits with big chunks out of their sides lying dead on the road. A lot of the teeth marks aren't just from wolves. Maybe she was eaten. Who knows.”
[[The Girl]]
[[Suspicious Persons]]
[[That's all]] “A map? The kind you sell here, you mean?”
“Yeah.” The clerk nods toward the plastic display on the counter housing a bunch of printed maps. “Just one of the woods around here. She asked me to mark off hazardous locations so I did.”
“Did she say why?”
He shrugs. “We get a lot of people come out here hunting. We tell ‘em to avoid the north ridge when we can. It’s where that mining accident happened. Whole place is toxic now, I think.”
[[Suspicious Persons]]
[[Area]]
[[That's all]] "That will be all, thanks."
The clerk doesn't seem to feel that way. Pulls up his magazine and blocks you from view.
"Yeah, //thanks//."
[[Browse the Aisles]]
[[Read The Bulletin Board]]
[[Go Outside]]
(set:$conversation to 1)Another hour passes, and before you know, it you’re approaching the unmarked turn off for the trail up.
The freeway is mostly quiet. No cars coming in either direction.
You drive off the road, through the thick layer of trees, and park when you’re far enough away no one will see your car.
Then you begin the hike up.
[[Hike]]
It takes around an hour, which is kind of ridiculous, but everything looks the same and there are no trail markers. The trees are packed together closely, almost overlapping at points. If you were any more anxious of a person, the tight squeeze would give you claustrophobia.
Likewise, there’s this itching in the back of your mind. It’s slight at first, but the further you get into your walk, the more you feel like something might be watching you. After a while, you realize why.
It’s quiet. Too quiet.
Looking over your shoulder gets you nothing but more trees. You exhale. Must be the Halloween paranoia getting you all worked up.
[[Behind you a branch snaps.]]Standing there quietly is a deer. It’s big, male, with antlers that would make Bambi’s dad jealous. It stares at you with its black eyes, following you with a controlled and silent glance. You stare back at it, waiting for it to dart off when it realizes what you are. It doesn’t. You kind of worry about turning your back to it. Those antlers look really dangerous now.
You take a step back. Then another. Then another, keeping the deer in sight at all times.
That’s why you don’t see it, the bump of root right behind your foot. Instead, you go sprawling, falling back into the dirt. Scrambling to your feet you look back, but the deer is gone.
After that, the itching in the back of your head returns tenfold.
[[Operation: Get Spooky Content]]
<audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/Breaking%20a%20Pencil.mp3" autoplay>After what feels like ages, your creepy walk finally comes to an end.
You push some branches out of the way, and there it is, the proverbial house on the hill. Well, in this case, “house on the swamp.” The sight alone is worth the entire hike up; you’ll definitely be getting a lot hits with all the traffic this setting will garner. You might even make it to the trending page for once!
You pull out your flashlight and camera, both on and fully-charged.
All that’s left to decide is where to go first.
[[The Forest]]
[[The House]]
[[The Swamp]]
(set:$vgrab to 1)
(set:$pgrab to 1)
(set:$climb to 1)
(set:$deermansurprise to 1)
(set:$fidosurprise to 1)Sure, the house is cool and all, but the walk over has you a little on edge. The trees have only gotten closer together the further you hiked, and now it’s almost impossible to see the night sky. It’s the perfect atmosphere for your video, real Blair Witch vibes. You decide to start there first.
[[The Main Forest]]
[[The Trailhead]]Better start with the reason you came out here: that house.
It’s even better in person. The picture the fan sent you is obviously at least a few years old. There’s a lot more foliage covering the sides of the house now, from twisting vines of ivy to patches of moss. Trees and thick bushes have practically consumed the walkway, but the brick stairs up to the front door are mostly unearthed. That’s great.
The house looks wide, expanding far east and west, but it’s relatively squat. Two levels, maybe, but even then, the east wing of the house is completely caved in from what looks like a fire that burned away the support beams centuries ago. Luckily, the west looks relatively undamaged by the blaze.
[[Go Inside]]
[[The Trailhead]]You know what would be a great setting for your video? The swamp. Every urban explorer and their mother have done creepy old houses and spooky forests. It’s overdone. You’ve gotta add a little more interest.
[[The Trailhead]]
[[The Backyard Deck]]You walk up the brick steps to the front door of the house.
The handle is cold to the touch — not surprising — and the hinges screech when you push it open.
It’s dark on the inside, save for the little gaps in the broken or boarded up windows where daylight filters in.
[[The Living Room]]
[[The Kitchen]]Back where you began, but you're not going to leave yet. Not until you have enough content for a good video.
[[The Forest]]
[[The House]]
[[The Swamp]]The living room is definitely big.
Okay, that’s the understatement of the century. It looks like you could fit at least twenty people inside before things even start to get crowded. Though you can see the discoloration in the floor where more furniture used to sit, few items remain. A couch here, a chair there. A musty Persian carpet covers the floor, faded to an ugly green, torn in places to reveal the wood underneath.
Beyond that, there’s a grand brick fireplace tucked into the corner of the room.
[[The Kitchen]]
[[The Entryway]]
[[Examine the Fireplace]]
[[The Library]]You’re a starving Millennial, of course you’re going to investigate the kitchen.
It’s big, just like the rest of the place. There’s an island in the middle where a dozen or so people could eat, with more cabinets than your multi-drawer dresser has. Most of the surfaces in the building are covered in dust and spider webs, which isn’t the most appetizing sight, in your opinion.
Considering the size of the house and the amount of storage space in the kitchen, you hazard a guess that this might have not been a single-owner home. Definitely held more than, like, five people at once, probably, if you were to take an educated guess.
You’re bad at math.
(if:$vgrab > 0)[ [[Examine Fridge]] ]
(if:$pgrab > 0)[ [[Examine Cabinets]] ]
[[The Entryway]]
[[The Basement]]You stand in front of the house. A chill blows in through the open door as you survey the empty interior, covered in wood rot and more. Where would you like to go?
[[The Living Room]]
[[The Kitchen]]
(if:$thunder > 0)[ [[Go Out]] ](else:)[ [[The Trailhead]] ]The fireplace is covered in soot. Like, ages upon ages of it. Weren’t there supposed to be chimney sweeps back then to take care of all this nonsense? Looks the original owner didn’t think it was all that important to take care of.
There’s some weird iron object inside the fireplace with a curved end.
[[The Living Room]]
(if:$attickeyinfo > 0)[ [[Take Blow Poke]] ]You reach inside to grab it, but of course it’s stuck. You give it a harder yank and something hisses.
A large racoon suddenly drops down from the chimney and snarls at you. Jesus! Look at that thing! It doesn’t seem rabid or anything, but it’s big for a raccoon, and it’s definitely pissed that you disturbed it. It kicks up soot as it scrambles to its feet, growling the whole time.
(if:$venison > 0)[ [[Offer Venison]] ]
(if:$pomegranate > 0)[ [[Offer Pomegranate Seeds]] ]
[[Leave it Alone]]The first word that comes to your mind when you step into the library is “dusty.” The entire room is filled to the brim with books set on old wooden shelves that sag with their weight.
You’re not exactly in the habit of reading anything longer than a short email, so you just skim over the spines of the old books, helpless as to where to start.
[[Examine Books]]
[[The Bedrooms]]
[[The Living Room]]
Do raccoons eat meat? They’re like the garbage cans of the animal world, if you remember right. You two have that in common. It should be fine.
You hold out the piece of meat. “Come and get it.”
The raccoon looks at you, crouching forward to come sniff it. It reaches out with its weird little man-hands, but then seems to change its mind, swiping at you and hissing.
God, raccoons are assholes.
(if:$pomegranate > 0)[ [[Offer Pomegranate Seeds]] ](else:)[ [[Leave it Alone]] ]
“Here you go, fucker.”
You wave the pouch of pomegranate seeds in front of it. Juicy, eh? Maybe a little moldy, sure, but you don’t think the raccoon will mind much.
It sniffs the air and crawls forward. You take that chance to throw the pomegranate seeds near the front door. It bolts after them, leaving you free to take the blow poke.
Finally.
[[The Living Room]]
(set:$pomegranate to 0)(set:$blowpoke to 1)
(set:$keyinfo to 0)
Here's a list of things you want to do today; get content to get money to be able to live.
Here's what you don't want to do; get clawed up by a pissed off raccoon.
[[The Living Room]]You wouldn’t eat anything from this kitchen (unless you were, like, really, really drunk), but you’re a reporter. It’s your job to get the full picture, even if that picture is lurking behind baking soda and rotten leftovers.
The fridge doesn’t open right away. Seems like the door is stuck. It takes a few hard tugs before it cracks open, and a burst of cool air hits you in the face.
Wait… cool? You’re not expert, but you’re pretty sure refrigerators need electricity to stay cold. This place has been in ruins for years. Why is it cold?
You see the answer in the form of several packs of ice, artfully arranged to keep a wrapped-up piece of meat cool. You recognize the color and texture as venison (at least, you hope it’s venison).
Oh, you’ve got to get pictures of this. You pull out your camera and snap some, all the while thinking of cool titles for your video: “MURDER House in Old Swamp?!” Or maybe, “Urbexing Find: You Won’t BELIEVE This!”
You figure a local squatter left the meat there. Hopefully they won’t mind if you borrow their stash. It just might come in handy.
[[The Kitchen]]
[[The Basement]]
[[The Entryway]]
(set:$venison to 1)
(set:$vgrab to 0)You open each cabinet, but they’re all empty, save for an abundance of cobwebs and skittering little critters that make your skin crawl.
That is, until you get to the last one.
Inside are two items: a serrated knife, and a small bag with something inside. You snatch up the knife right away, just in case you need to defend yourself with. The bag seems to contain… pomegranate seeds?
That’s random. But hey, might as well bring them along, too.
[[The Kitchen]]
[[The Basement]]
[[The Entryway]]
(set:$pomegranate to 1)
(set:$knife to 1)
(set:$pgrab to 0)When in doubt, go down the stairs. That’s how all good horror movies go. And horror makes for good content, right?
Your camera dutifully records the creaky trip down the steps. You make a point to get footage of every crack and bump the place has to offer, running your fingers over the uneven wall as you descend.
When you make it down, you’re met with a good two inches of water. Gross. Looks like you’re on a rise too, because the water only gets darker from here, like the whole thing’s built on a slope.
A quick scan with your flashlight tells you what the problem is. An above ground window has cracked open, and a steady stream of water is dripping in from the swamp out back. The whole house seems to be steadily sinking into the ground around it.
That’s spooky as shit. Your subscribers are gonna //love// this.
(if:$attickeyinfo > 0)[ Wait. Now that you really take a good look around, you can see the faint glimmer of something gold or copper reflecting the light of your flashlight. You zoom in with your camera to get a better look.
[[It’s a key! Maybe to the attic?]] ]
[[The Kitchen]]
The first word that comes to your mind when you step into the library is “dusty.” The entire room is filled to the brim with books set on old wooden shelves that sag with their weight.
You’re not exactly in the habit of reading anything longer than a short email, so you just skim over the spines of the old books, helpless as to where to start.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a book open on one of the tables. It’s covered in a thin layer of dust, which you blow on, sending up a cloud of dust that makes you sneeze. Not your best idea.
It looks like a book of local history. How convenient! It’s almost like someone knew you were coming. You thank the stars for your luck; now you might not have to go through all those other books to find something interesting.
[[Read On]]
[[The Library]]A few bedrooms are open, but they all look the same: empty, grimy, and just as disgusting as the rest of the place. The few pieces of remaining furniture have been damaged by either smoke, age, or both. It’s all so ancient that you hesitate to touch anything.
You step into one of the rooms, far enough away from the east wing that most of its furniture is still untarnished. It almost appears… lived in. That creeps you out more than anything you’ve seen so far, but you try to calm yourself down. The room’s gathered enough dust that, even if someone was here at one point, they can’t have been back recently.
It’s probably safe to have a look around.
(if:$climb > 0)[ [[Have A Look Around]] ](else:)[ [[The Attic]] ]
[[The Library]]
The front cover opens to a map of the area, this one much older than the ones they sold at the gas station. Inside is a whole lot of text, but more importantly, a bunch of pictures.
They’re all old and faded, from the years before color photos were commonplace. You gather it must have been a mining town, since you see lots of soot-faced men in hardhats squinting in the pictures.
There’s even a nice spread of what this house used to look like before it went up in flames. You snap a quick picture of it, then set the book back on the table.
You can come back to read it later.
[[The Library]]Out of the corner of your eye, you spot what looks like a backpack, or maybe a duffel bag.
(if:$bulletin > 0)[You recognize this bag. It has the same pink camo print as the one the missing girl from the gas station was wearing. You even see a name tag tucked away in a side pocket. “Lyssa.” Looks like you might have solved that missing person’s case.
You kind of hope you don’t find the rest of her.](else:)[Is that pink army camo? Holy questionable taste, Batman.
Opening it up, you find an array of camping equipment: a tent, some batteries, a water bottle. There are some protein bars squished at the bottom, so flat that they’d be totally inedible even if they didn’t have an expiry date of January 15th, 2006.
You throw those out, but take the rest. Some of that stuff looks like it’s worth a lot of money, and you’re not exactly working on a PewDiePie budget here. Finders keepers, right?]
Shouldering the bag, you keep moving through the halls until you reach the last bedroom. You spot a set of stairs through the open closet door.
Do you climb them?
[[Climb]]
Fuck that. Go back to [[The Bedrooms]]
You go up the stairs in the last bedroom. They’re rickety and creak under your feet, leading you to a whole other level you didn’t even know existed. At the end of the stairs is a door. Old, thick oak decorated by an ornate handle with a very peculiar looking lock. Most likely for a very special key.
[[Open Door]]
[[The Bedrooms]]
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(set:$climb to 0)
<audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/SCARY%20CHILD%20VOICE.mp3" autoplay>You test the door. It won’t budge. You’re kind of a twink, so you’re certainly not going to be able to break it down.
Either you need a stick of dynamite or the key if you’re going to get beyond that lock.
[[The Bedrooms]]
You go up the stairs in the last bedroom. They’re rickety and creak under your feet, leading you to a whole other level you didn’t even know existed. At the end of the stairs is a door. Old, thick oak decorated by an ornate handle with a very peculiar looking lock. Most likely for a very special key.
(if:$key >0)[ [[Use Key]] ]
[[The Bedrooms]]
<audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/SCARY%20CHILD%20VOICE.mp3" autoplay>You use the key from the basement to unlock the attic door. It takes a bit of force to shove it into the lock — apparently nothing can be easy today — but you manage it. The lock clicks open, door hinges creaking as you turn the bronze handle and push it open.
[[Explore Attic]]
[[The Bedrooms]]You squint and, yes, it is definitely a key. You're a regular ol' Sherlock Holmes.
If only you had a way to grab it.
(if:$blowpoke > 0)[ [[Use Blow Poke]] ](else:)[ [[The Kitchen]] ]The blow poke you took from that little rat bastard upstairs should do the trick.
You put your camera away for the time being and reach out with the tool, curved end facing the key, and muck it through the water. It’s like a claw machine, but every time you bring it back empty, you get more swamp gunk on your nice shoes. Ew.
Eventually, you’re able to get the key from the water. Yes! But you’ve basically lost the blow poke. Shit.
[[Go Upstairs]]
(set:$blowpoke to 0)
(set:$key to 1)
(set:$attickkeyinfo to 0)
(set:$thunder to 1)
A crackle of thunder booms. The rain that had been coming down in little sprinkles throughout the day, a stray droplet here or there, begins to pour. Looks like the radio forecast was right; there’s going to be a massive storm.
Lightning spiderwebs across the dark clouds and thunder follows only a few short seconds behind. You better get to safety.
Good thing you’re on the inside of the house. Who knows what it would be like if you were exploring the nearby forest or the swamp? You pull your jacket tighter around your shoulders and hold the key you pulled from the basement tighter in your hand. Looks like there’s no use in going outside. Not anymore
[[The Living Room]]
<audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/thunderclap.mp3" autoplay>Go outside? In this weather? Yeah, absolutely not.
[[The Living Room]]
[[The Kitchen]]You walk off the path into the trees on the west side of the house. It’s quiet. You don’t even hear any birds or bugs. The only noises around are your own footsteps and the distant, occasional howl of wind.
It’s freaky as fuck. Your video’s gonna be awesome.
You don’t have a map with you, so you’ll have to be careful how far you go. You’ll need trail markers, like breadcrumbs. Actually, didn’t the birds eat those in that story? Nevermind. You’ll just stick to the edge of the swamp.
(if:$deermansurprise > 0)[You’re still tired from the walk over, so you take a break, letting your head fall against a tree. Though it’s cold, sweat is already starting to gather on your brow.
A snap of wood.
You look up. Nothing. Or at least, what looks like nothing.
Swallowing thickly, you peer around the forest but barely see anything through the dense fog except with what looks like a pair of antlers…](else:)[Well you'll try to.]
[[The Trailhead]]
[[The Deep Forest]]
Eh, what the hey? A few trees aren’t gonna kill you. This content won’t film itself. You push forward, deeper into the forest.
Walking for another twenty minutes, you realize while the fog has mostly faded, it’s become impossible to see without your flashlight. The branches now completely cover the sky from view, sunlight unable to pierce through even the gaps between the leaves. You feel alone and, alright. You admit it. You’re kinda scared. It’s spooky, okay?!
You squint at your camera. At first you think it’s an error, a crack or some stray dirt over the lens. But, no, you’re really seeing what you think you’re seeing.
Almost all of the trees ahead of you are scratched from the roots to way beyond your head. Deep, violent marks rend their bark like it’s paper.
You don’t want to run into the animal that did that.
[[The Main Forest]]
[[The Abandoned Mine]]
(set:$deermansurprise to 0)Past the scratched-up trees comes a sudden and unexpected break. Suddenly, there’s only flattened dirt and pushed-over mine carts, and an opening up ahead that leads to an inky black hole.
You’re not sure your flashlight can even pierce darkness that dense, but you step up to the mine and try anyway.
The light glints dimly off the rusted metal of the tracks. They go straight for only a few feet, at which point a steep incline takes them down into the impenetrable blackness of the mineshaft proper.
There are some things even you aren’t stupid enough to do for a video.
[[The Deep Forest]]
[[The Altar]]
You noticed it from the mine. There’s some sort of gathering of rocks nearby. Like really odd, enormous solid black boulders. They’re smooth and shiny like obsidian, gathered in a circle around a clearing.
Like something from space, you marvel. It’s just so perfect, so symmetrical, you can’t imagine that this is a natural formation.
Then there are the garlands — that’s the only way you can describe them. Draped over the rocks, like a flower crown on a shitty tumblr jpeg, are garlands made of string and bone. They’re mostly small, as if from birds or rabbits. This forest’s decorator has serious issues.
And there in the center is a table, eerily like the one from your dreams.
(if:$deerheart > 0)[ [[Examine Altar]] ](else:)[ [[Get Closer]] ]
[[Slain Deer]]
[[The Abandoned Mine]]
You get closer and, yeah, it really does look a lot like the altar from your dreams. On top of it sits a strange stone that’s been cut in half so the top is smooth to the touch. It’s almost polished.
There’s some writing at the top of the stone, barely-legible scrawl — so this guy’s a terrible decorator and a terrible writer — that reads:
//Pure of Blood and Whole of Bone,
Present my Heart for Power greater than Gold.//
Terrible poet too, if that even is a poem.
Underneath it is a little symbol(if:$gasstation > 0)[like the one you saw on the gas station sign, a little devil man with dozens of horns.](else:)[of a man with fucked up, multi-point devil horns. Yeah, this place is going in your video for sure. The sight of this place alone will draw clicks like nobody’s business.]
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You know what would get you a //shitton// of views, though? If you actually followed through with this cryptic “ritual.” Something to think about.
[[The Altar]]
(set:$ritual to 1)
(set:$dritual to 1)
(set:$jritual to 1)Venturing a little further past the open field where the altar sits, you find the corpse of a deer. It’s grotesque; mouth open, full of maggots, already partially rotted away. It stares with glassy, white eyes up at the sky just beyond the thick canopy of tree branches.
Its guts have been torn open by something. The slash marks across its flank remind you of the ones you saw on the trees. Whatever this thing is, you hope you don’t meet it.
But, because you have no taste and dead animals get you a ton of hits (better than a dead body, right, Logan?), you raise your camera and zoom in on the deer’s open-mouthed stare. “Check it out guys, looks like we’ve found another victim of... the Swamp Man.”
(if:$dritual > 0)[Didn’t the ritual poem you find sitting oh-so-inconspicuously on the altar mention getting a heart? You bet that deer might still have its heart.
Should you… Should you do it?
[[Take Deer Heart]]
[[Absolutely Not]]](if:$deerheart > 0)[Of course it looks even worse minus one heart.]
[[The Altar]]
You place the deer heart down on the altar. Now all you need is the bone.
(if:$jawbone > 0) [ [[You Place the Bone on the Altar]] ]
[[The Altar]]You’re desperate. MeTube keeps demonetizing all your videos. This one will definitely get demonetized, too, but you’re guaranteed to get a ton of hits before that happens. You can’t resist easy money.
“Uh… We’ll be right back, kiddos.”
Shutting off your camera (nobody needs to see this much gore), you crouch down next to the deer. You bow your head a little, thanking it for allowing you to manhandle its corpse for views. What a buddy. You suck in a breath and stick your hand into the mess.
It’s so cold. Disgusting and slimy, like sticking your hand into frozen pudding. That’s probably all the description anyone needs, so you shut your mind down and try not to think too hard about what you’re touching as you dig around for the heart.
After a lot of searching and a lot more gagging, you pull it free and stumble back.
Then you throw up.
[[Slain Deer]]
(set:$deerheart to 1)
(set:$dritual to 0)
You might be a sellout, but you would rather lick the toilet floors clean in the back of a gas station than root around in a deer corpse. No way.
[[The Altar]]You place the bone down on the altar. Now you need blood. Well, uh, lucky enough for you, you happen to be full of the stuff. It's getting it out, that's the problem.
(if:$knife > 0)[ [[Proceed with Ritual?]] ]
[[The Altar]][[You're Game]]
[[You're So Not Game]]“What’s up, guys? It’s (if:$he>0)[ya boy](if:$she >0)[ya girl](if:$they > 0)[the wonderful] Jack, coming at you straight from the spooky woods where I’m about to perform a REAL blood ritual! Check this out.”
[[Put Down Heart]]Yeah, absolutely not. Just follow some weird instructions in the middle of the freaky woods? Yeah, you're dumb but you're not that dumb.
[[The Altar]] “First, we need a heart. And guess what I just happen to have?”
You hold the heart out in your hand, showing it off to the camera. It’s cold, slimy and smells sick and terribly sweet. You place it down on the flat rock, right beneath the scrawled symbol.
[[Put Down Jawbone]]“Then we need a bone. And oh, shit, look at that! Real human bone, you guys. I swear I’m not joking.”
After thoroughly showing it off to the camera, you place the jawbone around the lump of heart. It's a little dirty from where you pulled it out of the ground, but that just makes it look sick as fuck.
[[Blood]]Right. All that’s left is the blood.
“Last is the most important ingredient in any Satanic ritual: human blood. Uh, before I do this, remember to hit that like button and share this video with your friends, okay? Here we go…”
You slip out the knife you took from the kitchen earlier. Holding it up to your finger, you think that you must be either the bravest person in the world, or the stupidest. You suck in a breath and cut.
A few drops of your blood splash down onto the heart and jawbone, painting them bright red.
You drop the knife and hold up your camera to get a good shot.
“There you have it, folks! That’s a heart, a bone, and some blood. Boom, boom, boom. Now we wait for the Dark Lord Lucifer to rise up and claim our mortal souls, or something.”
You wait.
You wait awhile and, what do you know, nothing happens.
[[Great]]
(set:$thunder to 1)
(set:$deerheart to 0)
(set:$knife to 0)
(set:$jawbone to 0)You go around the back of the house first, just to get an idea of what you're missing. Turns out there's an entire back patio and dock, with a pier jutting off a few feet into the swamp. By now, the water level has risen to the point where it almost covers the planks. One good rain would submerge it completely.
That being said, you aren't dumb enough to go walking around on the deck over the murky swamp water. It’s a good thing there’s still plenty else to look at.
The scent of fragrant herbs lures you over to the shed. It looks like part of it has been turned into a little mixing station, with fragrant herbs both growing and smashed up in countless ceramic cups and bowls.
One plant has grown over the edge of its tiny cup, vines and leaves spilling over the table and curling against the floor.
[[The Trailhead]]
[[The Overturned Boat]]
[[Overflowed Cemetery]]
(if:$summoning > 0)[ [[Examine Mixing Station]] ]A few yards away from the dock lies the hull of some little dinghy. It sticks up out of the mud, covered mostly in moss and some strange, purple fluid. It looks kind of like the trail a slug leaves behind, glimmering like oil in the sunlight.
There’s something sticking up out of the sand beneath the boat. Ornate glass bottles with corks shoved inside, filled with some sort of rosy pink-purple liquid.
[[Uncap One]]
[[Leave Them Alone]]
[[Overflowed Cemetery]]
[[The Backyard Deck]]You keep walking. The area around the swamp is easy to traverse. The trees have been cleared away for what was once a path. It’s useful enough that you find yourself making better time than you did on the hike up there. You’re already halfway around the swamp by the time you see the iron fence half-buried in muck sticking out of the ground.
It borders what was once a cemetery. Tombstones jut out of the water like fragments of glacier, stark white stone carved with the names of men. A sign on the gate reads, “Souls Lost in the Mines.” About a dozen or so graves in total. Most of them are covered in a layer of water.
You do a sweep over with your camera, capturing the names and the dates of the deceased Most died on the same day: July 8, 1971.
(if:$summoning > 0)[ You see a dash of color around the white of the graves. Upon closer inspection the color turns out to be the vivid, purple petals of wild orchids springing up around the wet ground near the tombstones.
Huh. Maybe making this summoning potion or whatever is going to be easier than you thought.
You pick them. (set:$orchids to 1)](if:$jritual > 0)[Now here’s the thing about grave digging. Never in your life have you ever looked at an unearthed coffin and thought, //perfect.// Now? Oh man, now you’re climbing over the tombstones to get to this thing, shoes splashing in the water because you're a goddamn mess.
You turn your camera off, of course. You won't film the body. You're not like some MeTubers.
Pushing the lid off the coffin takes some effort. It's soaked wood on soaked wood held by nails; of course it's stubborn as fuck. Eventually you crack it open, and you stumble back as a withered-up skeleton tumbles out onto the ground.
Most of its bones are pretty beat-up, but its jawbone looks almost pristine. That would be perfect for the ritual; whole //and// aesthetic.
[[Will you really take it?]] ]
[[The Destroyed Church]]
[[The Backyard Deck]]
It's a little out-of-date, like the rest of this place, but it would be good to make your "summoning" potion.
(if:$pomegranate > 0) [ [[Place Pomegranate Seeds in Bowl]] ]
[[The Backyard Deck]] One and done, now you need the orchids.
(if:$orchids > 0)[ [[Place Orchids in Bowl]] ]
[[The Backyard Deck]] It's like opening a perfume bottle. The scent is floral and overwhelming. Whatever it is it makes you dizzy.
You quickly close the lid.
[[The Overturned Boat]]Those bottles could be full of some sort of strain of super-virus for all you know. Best not to touch them.
[[The Overturned Boat]][[Yup]]
[[Nope]]From the graveyard, the church looked partially whole. The closer you get, the worse it looks, like a mirage. By the time you make it to the front steps and look up at the (probably termite-infested) entryway, you find yourself praying that the whole thing doesn’t collapse on top of you the second you go inside.
And oh, is the inside something else.
Half of the back portion floor of the church has been ripped away, pews facing the now encroaching mass of water that has leaked in from the destroyed floor. The red carpet is covered in muddy footprints from a variety of animals and — maybe — shoes. The crucifix at the front of the room has been dismantled, the words FALSE GODS written in some kind of black ink in its place.
You couldn’t have asked for a better thumbnail if you tried. (Maybe that makes you kind of a shitty person, but you’re here to make money, not look into church restoration.)
[[Examine Pews]]
[[Groundwater Outflow]]
(if:$summoning > 0)[ [[Examine the Altar]] ]
[[Overflowed Cemetery]] You have a ritual to perform! No one knows this guy’s out here anymore. Might as well help the living out, you know?
[[Overflowed Cemetery]]
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(set:$jawbone to 1)You can't believe you even got this far. You're not an emotionless asshole.
[[Overflowed Cemetery]] You walk around the remaining pews.
Memories of church come to your head. Zoning out during hymns, playing games underneath the seats while your grandmother whispered Hail Marys above you. You never paid much attention, so you don’t know the words. Don’t consider yourself much of a religious person at all, actually.
People eat this shit up, though. Desecrated churches and spooky messages written in mystery liquid? You’ve struck MeTube gold with this one.
There’s a book sitting on one of the pews closest to the hole in the floor.
[[Pick it Up]]
You pick your way through the church, over the remains of the pews to the very back through the exposed wall. Outside there’s more swamp, no surprise there, but a little ways beyond it you see something cool.
It almost looks like a big, breathing mound of dirt that rises up and down out of the ground. You capture it on film instantly, zooming in and repeating the phrase “Are you seeing this?” over and over. You’re gonna have to think of a sufficiently creepy explanation for it later. Maybe, “The Planet… is BREATHING??”
Nah, that’s dumb.
(if:$fidosurprise > 0)[As you film the relatively peaceful water, you see something dart beneath the surface. A fish maybe, catching flies landing on the water. Nothing special, but you bring up your camera anyway, just to get more content.
Then you see it. The slither of something long and black right beneath the surface of the water, rippling the surface with a powerful stroke from whatever the hell that thing is.
As quickly as it comes it’s gone again, leaving the water still, but you, strangely, unnerved.]
[[The Destroyed Church]]
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It’s actually kind of fresh looking. Bright red cover, crisp pages. It almost looks like it was planted there for you to find. You know a thing or two about planted evidence.
At first, you think it’s the Bible.
You start to flip through the pages.
[[Turn the Page]]
//It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us. It waits beneath us.// [[It waits beneath us.]]You take a look around the altar. There’s that same book at the front tucked away in the shelves along with an assortment of fresh candles. Maybe this place was a church before, but whatever happened between its construction and now is a mystery to you.
This thing they worship that “waits beneath…” Maybe it has something to do with the water? That would explain the pews gathered around the hole in the floor like they’re waiting for a sermon from a mermaid.
You poke around a little more and find a glass bottle of red wine from 1967. Nice! Religious people know how to party! Even if you don’t do the summoning, you might as well keep the wine.
[[The Destroyed Church]]
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Nice, you feel a little like some sort of sorcerer.
(if:$wine > 0)[You have the rest of what you need, ready to begin the "summoning?"
[[Oh yes]]
[[Oh no]] ]
(else:)[ [[The Backyard Deck]] ]You set the materials around you, nice and perfect before setting up the camera to catch everything.
Everything including your lovely visage, of course.
“Hello, MeTube, welcome to Baking With Jack! Today we’ll be making some recipe I found in a weird book in a church.”
You wink at the camera. Plucking the petals from the orchids to start, you put them in the mixing bowl. After that, you open the bag of pomegranate seeds and sprinkle those in amongst the petals. Taking the stone grinder, you start to mash them, watching purple and red mix together. It's hard to mash two very wet things together into a paste, but you do it. It smells strong already.
The wine is the last to go in. There’s barely enough for a full glass, but it fills the bowl enough to cover the paste. Swishing it around in the bowl, you grimace at the contents then smile at the camera.
“Bottoms up!”
[[Drink it]]
No thanks. You’ll do a lot of things, but ingesting some possibly poisonous concoction? No thanks.
[[The Backyard Deck]]...
Fuck, it's gross.
[[nothing happens]]
(set:$thunder to 1)A crackle of thunder booms. The rain that had been coming down in little sprinkles throughout the day, a stray droplet here or there, begins to pour. Looks like the radio forecast was right; there’s going to be a massive storm.
Lightning spiderwebs across the dark clouds and thunder follows only a few short seconds behind. You better get to safety.
Now it’s raining, on top of everything else. You drink some weird potion recipe you found in the middle of a collapsed church for views, and now it’s raining. Maybe the universe just loves watching your dumb ass find new ways to embarrass yourself. Nice. Go you.
Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth and you get another taste of that weird mixture. A disgusted shiver climbs up from your stomach. Cool. There’s a little warmth growing in your chest, probably from the wine. If only that was the aftertaste instead of the sweet, bitter mixture of pomegranate and orchids.
Well, at least you’re near the house and have shelter from the rain. The awning that shields the dock has numerous holes in it, so you’ll have to get inside before you get too wet.
[[Try Back Door]]
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Every page. Line after line, with hardly any space between. This is no Bible. You have no idea what the hell it is.
By the time you make it to the last page, you find yourself muttering the words to yourself in a sort of daze. You only snap out of it when you see some different words for a change.
//“Summoning,”// it reads. //“Petal of Orchid, Seed of Pomegranate, Drink of Wine.”//
Summoning. Okay, sure. Sounds totally “real.”
You smile to yourself. There’s probably some stuff like that around here. Why not put this summoning nonsense to the test?
[[The Destroyed Church]]
(set:$summoning to 1)It’s surprisingly small. The attic must be split up into little sections where the ceiling slopes upward; that would explain why you didn’t realize this was up here before.
It’s pretty bare. Just a rickety old bed, a chair, a small window, and a girl.
Wait— A girl?
You’re looking at her the same way she’s looking at you: with unabashed gaping. The tiny window leaves most of the room in shadow, so you can’t see her well, but you can pick out her twin blonde pigtails.
(“Ma’am, you must be terribly afraid. Come with me and I’ll bring you back to safety!”)
You try to say that.
Except you’ve always been pretty bad around girls, so it just comes out as, “Bwuh?”
She rises to her feet, and you can see that she’s hardly wearing anything at all. Just a pair of plain cotton panties.
“Buck? You’re not Buck…” she says, creeping forward.
The light hits her, and your mouth falls open.
“You’re…”
(if:$bulletin > 0)[ [["Lyssa!"]] ](else:)[ [["...a zombie!"]] ]
A crackle of thunder booms. The rain that had been coming down in little sprinkles throughout the day, a stray droplet here or there, begins to pour. Looks like the radio forecast was right; there’s going to be a massive storm.
Lightning spiderwebs across the dark clouds and thunder follows only a few short seconds behind. You better get to safety.
There’s not a lot of options out here, but the hike back to the house would be a little too wet and dangerous with how dark it is. You feel kind of stupid. Sure, you got some video evidence of some weird cultish shit, and even followed their little “How To” guide for bullshit summonings, but the house would have been a better option. Oh well, too late to change that now.
You remember the entrance to the abandoned mine not too far away from here. Better get moving before that lightning gets even closer.
[[Go to The Mine]]
[[Take Knife]]
<audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/thunderclap.mp3" autoplay>The mine is nearby, thank God. At least you have somewhere to stay dry. Sure, it’s dirty as fuck and you’re almost 100% positive there are rats and a million other things making their homes in there, but you don’t have a lot of options. You’re absolutely soaked from the walk over here.
[[Explore Mine]]
[[Stay Put]]Your shoes squeak with every step you take deeper into the mine, making a gross squelching noise. It’s better than standing out in the cold rain though, so you might as well make the best of the shitty situation.
As you noticed before, the mine is gross and old. You step through a spider web, spluttering and trying to wipe the sticky strings from your face. When you open your eyes again, you notice that there are a few branching paths. Most of them are blocked off by rockslides, so there’s really only one path to take.
Well, better than getting lost, right?
[[Take the Path]]
[[Stay Put]]
Yeah, there’s no point in getting lost in the mines. They’re probably confusing and full of spooky things that you really don’t want to see…
Or you can just keep going and finish up the damn video. It’s gonna make you so much money. Like, a crazy amount of money. And you’re already getting bored of staring at a rock formation that stopped being interesting thirty seconds ago.
You look down the mine, into the darkness at the path beyond. "The things I do for fame."
[[Take the Path]] No way to go but forward.
As you walk along the path, you notice that it’s lit by a row of candles on either side. They’ve burned down low, but the fact that they’re still on means someone was here not too long ago. Either that, or the ritual you performed was some ancient candle-lighting technique.
You clutch your camera, turning it on with shaking fingers. There’s a part of you that knows that the footage is going to look like shit, but you can always stabilize it in post.
This looks like the plot to a seriously cheesy B-movie, but you have to film it. You can’t find a creepy candlelit path in an abandoned mineshaft and not put that shit on MeTube. You may as well have stayed home if you ignore content this good.
You keep walking, keep filming, but don’t speak. It doesn’t feel right, not now. You’ll go home after the rain clears up and edit in a voiceover, maybe make some shit up about how the spooky mine made your audio cut out. Everything will be fine.
[[Push Forward]]The longer you walk, the more familiar this feels. The room even starts to sway to accompany the memory of your dream. And, just like in your dream, the mineshaft opens up into a large chamber.
The chamber is lit by a circle of candles. It’s not as menacing as the full-on fire from your dream, but the similarities are eerie enough to make up for it.
But this chamber doesn’t have a stone table in the center.
Instead, it has a figure.
[[Examine]]The first thing you notice are its horns. No — antlers, growing out of the deer skull the thing wears on its head.
It stands, and the second thing you notice is that it’s fucking huge. As your eyes trail over its massive form, mostly human except for its head, you notice a coil of rope in its hands. You want to run, but your fight-flight instinct glitches up, and all you can do is freeze.
It’s weirdly silent as it stands up and turns toward you. It’s completely naked, too, with pale skin and ugly black veins bulging all over its body. Infection, you think. Maybe that thing used to be human, but it hardly looks it anymore.
[[What is that?]]It’s moving.
The man— deer—//thing// lunges forward and crosses the room in a few quick strides. Before you can react, it loops the rope around your neck like a noose or a fucking collar, and you’re just letting it happen. Maybe it’s got you caught in some sort of spell, or maybe you’re just transfixed by the huge fucking cock swinging between its legs. You can’t even tell if it’s hard or not; maybe the Deer Man is a shower and not a grower. But then you see what looks pre-cum dripping from the tip and, yeah, it’s hard.
And it’s in your face. The Deer Man shoves you down to your knees, making a strange chuffing noise, almost as if it’s saying, “It’s not going to suck itself.”
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You pull a rookie mistake, opening your mouth to object, and the Deer Man pushes its hips forward with little finesse. So massive, you can’t even bite down on it once your lips are around it. You try, but the creature just starts to fuck your mouth anyway.
It’s huge, hard, and catches on your teeth with each thrust it takes. The Deer Man groans, tangling one hand in your hair while holding onto the rope with the other.
What’s going on? Who //is// this guy? Is— Is this the thing you summoned? You stare up with wide eyes as the Deer Man pulls the rope taut.
Oh, //Christ,// you really don’t know what to do.
(if:$knife > 0)[ [[Use Knife]]
[[Don't Use Knife]]]
(if:$noknife > 0)[ [[You Left the Knife]] ]Yeah, okay, you get it. You’re a little paranoid. Nothing like actually doing a ritual in the middle of the woods. It’s probably all fake, like the moon landing and Chernobyl disaster, but you’re not planning to be another dumbass lead in a horror movie.
You take the fucking knife.
[[The Mine]]
(set:$knife to 1)And then you remember that you grabbed the knife at the end of the ritual. The ritual that probably summoned the Deer Man to you, if you really rub those last two brain cells you have together to think about it. The knife is still in your inside jacket pocket, your salvation. You just have to find the right time to grab for it.
Not right now, not when the thing is still thrusting away into your mouth while looking down into your eyes almost lovingly. That’s a weird thought to have, so you ignore it and start bobbing your head up and down.
The Deer Man chuffs again at that, groaning and relaxing its hold on your hair. One of your hands comes up to stroke at what you can’t take into your mouth, while the other slowly starts to creep down to your jacket. Your fingers curl around the wooden hilt of it as you keep working at the Deer Man, mouth making sloppy noises as it fucks your face.
You’ve never fellated a Deer Man before, but you’ve been around the block once or twice (or a few more times than that if we’re laying everything out on the table), so you know what it feels like when someone’s about to cum into your mouth without telling you.
With the relaxed hand in your hair, you find it easy enough to pull back so the thing doesn’t cum into your mouth.
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Then you’re swiping at it with the knife. The sharp blade cuts into the Deer Man’s stomach, and he drops the rope in surprise just as you take his load of hot cum to the face.
Gross, but better that than in your mouth.
You’re pretty sure you haven’t killed him, but you still take the opportunity to start running. You barely remember to grab your camera, which is still recording your bright red, cum covered face as your run out of the mines and into the rain.
[[Go Home]]
Maybe you shouldn't… After all, it could all go wrong, and you could be the one who winds up with the knife in your back.
It'll all be over soon, you tell yourself. It has to be. No one can last that long, not even weird naked dudes with deer skulls for heads. Once it finishes, you can take advantage of the afterglow, kick back, and run away.
One of your hands comes up to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth, but the Deer Man continues to press forward insistently anyway. Spit wells up around the corners of your mouth, and your cheeks flush red as you drool all over the thing’s cock.
It’s too much. You can’t take it…!
[[Use it now!]]You can feel the last bit of control seep out of your limbs. Your body is not your own anymore. It falls victim to a quick-growing need, one that you can’t even think about denying.
Rising to your knees, you embrace the feeling. Your whole mouth throbs, aching with a desire that soon spreads through the rest of your body. Your pussy aches, and you straddle Deer Man, who’s hard again already, prepared to take care of you.
He’ll always take care of you.
In the corner of the cave, your forgotten camera blinks red once, twice, then shuts off. You never touch it again.
You have more important things to do.
//You got ending 2/6: Eternal Slave.//
[[End]]
You can feel the last bit of control seep out of your limbs. Your body is not your own anymore. It falls victim to a quick-growing need, one that you can’t even think about denying.
Rising to your knees, you embrace the feeling. Your whole mouth throbs, aching with a desire that soon spreads through the rest of your body. Your cock aches for release so you straddle Deer Man, who’s hard again already, prepared to take care of you.
He’ll always take care of you.
In the corner of the cave, your forgotten camera blinks red once, twice, then shuts off. You never touch it again.
You have more important things to do.
//You got ending 2/6: Eternal Slave.//
[[End]]
You just barely make it out of the mines with your life.
Boy, was it worth it for that footage, though. MeTube doesn’t allow pornography, but maybe if you blur out the sex bits… Or you can just upload it onto PornSpot. That’s one way to make some more money.
You still can’t shake your curiosity, though, even after landing far too deep into whatever the hell that was. Your Google searches return nothing about the cult. You’re no closer to answers than you were before.
Sometimes, you feel like something’s watching you.
When that happens, you feel an overwhelming urge to get down on your knees.
//You got ending 1/6: Knife to Meet You//
[[End]]You reach for the knife, but by now it’s too late. The Deer Man is far too committed to getting off. It notices the glint of metal in your hand and knocks it away, twisting your wrist with the force of it.
You gasp as it forces you to your back, crouching over your head. Now it fucks your face in earnest, so fast that you can’t breathe. You kick out with your legs and slam your fists against the creature’s legs, but it does no good.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the blinking red light from your discarded camera. You wonder what you look like like this, trapped under the Deer Man and covered in drool and precum. You can taste it thick on the back of your tongue, and you know the thing is close to orgasm.
One more pump of the Deer Man's hips, and it finishes, shooting hot cum deep into your throat. It tastes even stronger than his precum, and you immediately flush with an unnatural warmth.
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Your vision starts to blur. The only thing you can see clearly is the Deer Man’s skull, its glowing yellow eyes looking deep inside you.
(if:$pjack > 0)[ [[Submit]] ](if:$vjack > 0)[ [[Give]] ]You really should have grabbed that knife. Your one chance of escape, gone because you were forgetful and, quite frankly, stupid.
It'll all be over soon, you tell yourself. It has to be. No one can last that long, not even weird naked dudes with deer skulls for heads. Once it finishes, you can take advantage of the afterglow, kick back, and run away.
One of your hands comes up to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth, but the Deer Man continues to press forward insistently anyway. Spit wells up around the corners of your mouth, and your cheeks flush red as you drool all over the thing’s cock.
It’s too much. You can’t take it…!
You gasp as the Deer Man pulls out and abruptly forces you to your back, crouching over your head. Now it fucks your face in earnest, so fast that you can’t breathe. You kick out with your legs and slam your fists against the creature’s legs, but it does no good.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the blinking red light from your discarded camera. You wonder what you look like like this, trapped under the Deer Man and covered in drool and precum. You can taste it thick on the back of your tongue, and you know the thing is close to orgasm.
One more pump of the Deer Man's hips, and it finishes, shooting hot cum deep into your throat. It tastes even stronger than his precum, and you immediately flush with an unnatural warmth.
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Your vision starts to blur. The only thing you can see clearly is the Deer Man’s skull, its glowing yellow eyes looking deep inside you.
(if:$pjack > 0)[ [[Submit]] ](if:$vjack > 0)[ [[Give]] ]
You try the back door of the house, expecting it to open instantly. Instead, it’s like walking into a brick wall. The door doesn’t budge, handle probably rusted shut from years of exposure. As if things couldn’t be any worse.
[[Try Front Door]]
[[Kick Door Down]]Yeah, there’s no way you’re getting in from the back of the house. That’s okay; you can just go in through the front door.
You run around the side of the house, holding your jacket over your head as you’re pelted with water. The wind is starting to pick up, and that thunder sounds like it’s on a constant track above your head.
After nearly eating shit running up the slippery steps, you make it to the front door. You turn the handle and—
It refuses to budge.
No.
No, this is not happening.
You twist the doorknob again and nothing happens. No matter how much you jerk and wiggle and force your shoulder against the door, it doesn’t move.
Wow. //Wow.// This is happening, huh? [[This is really happening.]]That door thinks it can keep you out? As if. Does it know who you are? Clearly not.
You pull your knee back, aim, and slam your foot out with all the power you can to take down the water-rot door.
It doesn’t even budge. You, on the other hand?
You fall. Hard.
“FUCK,” you shout, curling on your side and holding your leg close to your chest. It’s almost cartoonish how the vibration from the impact shook you, all the way up your leg and into your teeth.
Maybe the door does know who you are. It just doesn’t give a fuck.
Looks like you’re not getting in this way.
[[Try Front Door]] You’ve worked up a sweat trying to force your way into the house. Finally, you admit that there’s no getting in. Sure, there are numerous cracked open windows, but they’re all on the second floor. With your luck, you’d crack your head open trying to reach one. You’ll have to find another place to seek shelter.
[[Go to the Forest]]
[[Go to the Church]]The forest has trees, and trees mean cover, right?
You take two steps and stop. Wait, shit, isn’t the worst place to stand in a lightning storm under a tree? You don’t want to be soaked to the bone, but getting fried to a crisp sounds even worse.
Aside from the house, there’s really only one place to go.
[[Go to the Church]]
While the roof didn’t look incredibly sound, you remember seeing portions that hadn’t fully collapsed yet. It’s probably the best place you can go to hide out at this point in time.
You take in one breath.
Two.
Three.
Then you’re off! You make a run for the church. Sprinting and leaping over rocks and roots, you hurry through the sheets of rain that pour from the sky. A shrill laugh leaves your throat as water splashes across your cheeks.
Good thing you aren’t recording. There’s no way you would ever want to hear that sound again. You’re too busy trying to avoid lightning to notice. It takes probably five minutes with how fast you run, and by the time you burst through the entryway, your clothes are soaked through.
[[lay down]]
You collapse on the tile floor, chest heaving in great pants. You made it. You’d laugh if you weren’t already breathless from the run over. Man, you are out of shape. Maybe it’s finally time to try that exercise equipment your mom bought you over three years ago. Stop using it as a coat rack and finally put some effort into getting swole.
Or you could totally ignore it. Yeah, exercise bad.
Despite the coolness of your wet shirt and pants, you are phenomenally hot. The run over must have really overworked you, because it feels like it’s ninety out, not the chilly fifty degrees it was supposed to be. Might as well slip your jacket off to dry while you wait.
[[Take off Jacket]]
[[Leave On Jacket]]Sitting up takes an annoying amount of effort. Jeez, okay, forget what you said, maybe a little walk every now and then will do you some good. You slip off your jacket from your shoulders. It’s heavy in your hands, so you wring it to get some of the excess water out.
The remaining pews close by will be nice enough to hang it up on while you wait. You hang it over the edge, fixing it so it won’t wrinkle.
Perfect.
…
Now that you think about it, your feet squish in your shoes, too. Maybe you should take them off while you’re at it. An article comes to mind, something about trench foot from wet feet in boots with army men? Yikes. Certainly don’t want that.
[[Take off Shoes]]
[[Leave On]]
(set:$jacket to 1)Your shoes are a little more difficult to take off. They stick to you from all the water, but you peel them off eventually. You toss both them and your socks over the pew.
That’s even better than before, but you’re still insanely hot.
Might as well take the rest of your clothes off. No one’s out here to see you, anyway.
[[Take off Clothes]]
[[Leave them on]]No. Never mind. You’ll leave them on. It’s no big deal; you’ll just be a little wetter for a longer amount of time.
You wave a hand in front of your face. It only seems to be getting hotter every passing second. Are you sure you want to keep it on?
[[Take off Shoes]]
[[Leave it]] Nope. You’re fine, it isn’t even hot anymore.
At least that’s what you say to yourself. That could also be the heat exhaustion, because wow, that’s not water soaking your clothes anymore. It’s sweat.
Maybe… Maybe just take one thing off.
[[You're not taking anything off]]
[[Take off Shoes]]You strip down to your literal birthday suit and even that, your bare back flush against the wet tile, does nothing. Maybe you're getting sick? The final nail in the coffin of your terrible mistakes today?
Certainly seems like it.
[[You watch the sky]]
(set:$nude to 1)Nope. You’re fine, it isn’t even hot anymore.
At least that’s what you say to yourself. That could also be the heat exhaustion, because wow, that’s not water soaking your clothes anymore. It’s sweat.
Maybe… Maybe slipping out of your clothes would help a little bit.
[[You're not going to]]
[[Leave it]]
Enough, you are not getting undressed and that's final. So you better stop thinking about that you dumb brain.
You lie back against the floor.
[[You watch the sky]]
(set:$clothes to 1)You don’t notice it at first. The way the water shifts and moves in the pool within the church. Honestly, you’re too busy trying to not overheat anytime soon. It literally almost plays out like your dream, the shadows moving across the destroyed church floor, crawling up and up until one touches your ankle.
(if:$clothes > 0)[You can feel the wet, slimy touch through the fabric of your pants.]Jerking your leg back, you see it. It’s a long, black thing curling up your leg like a snake, eying you up. Okay, not exactly eying you since it has no eyes, but if it did, that’s what it would be doing. It tilts its head — is that a head? — to the side and back.
Tentatively, you reach to the side for your camera.
It doesn’t let you get that far. Or maybe it was already there before you reached out, because instead of touching plastic, your hand meets slime.
You sit up and look around. All around you is a mass of writhing black tendrils, surrounding you completely. You go to move back, but the one at your ankle suddenly wraps around you and yanks down. That thing, whatever it is, is terrifyingly strong.
More wrap around your arms, pulling you along the ground closer to the water. For a second you just let it happen, but then self-preservation kicks in and you struggle, fighting and pulling at the thing.
[[Hey!]]
Enough, you are not getting undressed and that's final. So you better stop thinking about that you dumb brain.
You lie back against the floor.
[[You watch the sky]]
(set:$clothes to 1)This thing just— You don’t know what it did, but you sure as hell don’t… like… it…
You feel warm. Not the overwhelming heat like before; no, you feel comfortable, like you’ve been placed in a warm bath after a long day. A groan slips past your lips without thinking, and you’re falling back into the embrace of the tendrils that rush to hold you still. (if:$clothes > 0)[ Carefully, they pluck the clothes from your body, slipping you out of them.] All the while they coat you in some strange purple sludge. Kind of smells the same as that liquid in those jars.
(if:$pjack > 0)[ [[How...]] ](if:$vjack > 0)[ [[What...]] ]
You shout, though you’re not sure why. It doesn’t seem to be helping any. In fact, the creature only gets closer to you, one tentacle “innocently” poking at your lips. Fuck that noise. You bite it and it withdraws, looking at you, stung. Good.
Its surprise doesn’t last for long. It surges forward, its slick coating easily slipping past your lips and teeth, down the back of your throat. Oh god, this is happening. You try to bite and nothing happens; it’s too thick and wet. Is this how you’re going to go out? Choking to death on a tentacle like a bad hentai?
Something gives in the back of your throat. The tendril shifts and deflates slightly before you taste it: a warm, sugary sweet liquid pooling down the back of your throat.
[[No Way]]
A tendril brushes along your chest, tracing over a nipple. You shiver. Whimpering lightly, you suck on the tendril in your mouth. It’s easy now that your throat is relaxed enough. Closing your eyes, you spread yourself a little wider, letting the tendrils wrap lovingly around your legs and arms. Everything is just so nice right now. You don’t want to get up.
A shiver wracks your body at the first press of the a tentacle over your cockhead. It’s identical to your dream. You whine desperately as the tendril slips between your asscheeks and sinks inside you. It’s cold only for a moment, then you’re heating up and relaxing just like you did with the one in your mouth. It’s rapturous. You stare up at the destroyed ceiling, feeling a stray drop of rain on your face. It nearly sizzles off your skin.
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The tendril inside you is small and you clench down to feel it. Apparently, it gets the message, because another one soon slips up to join in. You shiver and moan around the tentacle now actively fucking your throat. Is there anything better?
Maybe. Maybe you could do with one more. Whatever this thing is has made you greedy. You roll your hips down, savouring every brush of slick against your walls. You, yourself, are dripping obscenely at this point.
A third, slimmer tentacle curls around your weeping cock. You watch it with wet eyes as it curls around and grazes over the slit on the end. Then, amazingly, it pushes inside. You howl, writhing slightly, but the creature holds you steady. All three move at various speeds within you, undulating and flexing.
[[god]]
A tendril brushes along your chest, tracing over a nipple. You shiver. Whimpering lightly, you suck on the tendril in your mouth. It’s easy now that your throat is relaxed enough. Closing your eyes, you spread yourself a little wider, letting the tendrils wrap lovingly around your legs and arms. Everything is just so nice right now. You don’t want to get up.
A shiver wracks your body at the first press of the a tentacle over your clit. It’s identical to your dream. You whine desperately as the tendril slips past your lips and sinks inside you. It’s cold only for a moment, then you’re heating up and relaxing just like you did with the one in your mouth. It’s rapturous. You stare up at the destroyed ceiling, feeling a stray drop of rain on your face. It nearly sizzles off your skin.
The tendril inside you is small and you clench down to feel it. Apparently, it gets the message, because another one soon slips up to join in. You shiver and moan around the tentacle now actively fucking your throat. Is there anything better?
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Maybe. Maybe you could do with one more. Whatever this thing is has made you greedy. You roll your hips down, savouring every brush of slick against your walls. You, yourself, are dripping obscenely at this point.
A third, thicker tentacle pushes its way into your stuffed cunt. You howl, writhing slightly, but the creature holds you steady. All three move at various speeds within you, undulating and flexing. You almost feel totally stuffed, and, as if reading your thoughts, a tentacle comes up from the back and pushes between your cheeks to prod at your hole.
[[You mewl.]]
Now, well, you really are fucking //stuffed//.
You don’t last long. You can’t. Oversensitive from the slime, it pushes you to the very limit, teasing and testing you. You claw at the floor, panting hopelessly for something, anything to keep you steady. The tentacles keep you still and fuck you through a sudden blistering orgasm that sets your nerves on fire.
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Tingling, you whimper and shake. The tentacles stroke over you lovingly. Almost tenderly.
[[suckle for more]]
[[get up]]
You can hardly move. It’s so nice, even though you’re on the floor. The tentacle from your mouth withdraws slowly. You bite down pathetically, trying to keep it there, distressed when it leaves you.
Another comes up and you open your mouth needily. It slides right into the back of your throat. You smile around it. It could keep you here for days and you wouldn’t mind it.
[[stay on the floor]]
[[get up]]You can’t stay here. You know you can’t.
Fighting with whatever strength you still have, you sit up and groan. The tentacles cling to you, but now that they apparently have what they wanted — your climax, you guess — they begrudgingly slide out of you. It watches you as you stand on shaky feet, taking one step then another to your soaked clothes. It’s still raining out as you dress, but you’d rather brave the thunderstorm than spend another minute in that thing’s presence.
[[leave]]You mewl and mouth at the tentacle, sucking, trying to drain it for more of its slime. It feeds you more, but it’s not enough. You clench down on the ones in your cunt to try and get more that way. It must notice, because you feel your body start to grow a little hotter.
[[stay still]]
[[get up]] You remain on the floor, letting the creature use you however it likes so long as it keeps giving you slime. It brings you off again, in another blisteringly painful orgasm that whites out your vision for a good several seconds. You are nearly limp at this point, leaking an abundance of fluids that the creature greedily laps up.
[[remain]]You stay there for hours. Far after the rain stops and the thunder is nothing but a distant echo on the wind. The creature has attended to you the entire time, milking you dry. Your skin has greyed significantly and your energy is non-existent.
It doesn’t care. It works you through now painful orgasms, anything to take in more of your taste.
You don’t hear the footsteps as much as you sense them. Like a little twitch in the back of your head.
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The newcomer stops just behind you and bends over, so their face is just in frame. The glowing eyes from your dream stare down at you, only this time from behind the skull of a deer on the body of a man.
It leers at you, opening its bony teeth so a long, black tongue can slide out of its mouth.
“We knew,” a voice says, deep like rolling thunder. “We knew you’d be perfect.”
//You got ending 3/6: Tenta-cursed//
[[End]]
It takes you almost an hour to hike back to your car. Along the way you swear you can feel someone watching you, but you don’t turn around. You don’t even look in your rearview mirror when you reach the car.
You sleep for a day with you get home, exhausted mentally and physically. After uploading the footage you took from the venture — and editing out the less than savoury bits to enjoy for yourself some other day — you go about making a post.
It’s only after you leave it for a day and come back to it do you see something your tired brain never saw.
Instead of hate, every comment reads 12:01. You pause the video there and see what looks to be a man standing partially hidden behind the trunk of a tree wearing the skull of a deer on his head.
An email comes that night.
//Jack,
Thanks for the video.
- A dear fan.//
//You got ending, 4/6 Haunted.//
[[End]] Now, well, you really are fucking //stuffed//.
You don’t last long. You can’t. Oversensitive from the slime, it pushes you to the very limit, teasing and testing you. You claw at the floor, panting hopelessly for something, anything to keep you steady. The tentacles keep you still and fuck you through a sudden blistering orgasm that sets your nerves on fire.
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Tingling, you whimper and shake. The tentacles stroke over you lovingly. Almost tenderly.
[[you feel so good]]
[[get up]]
You can hardly move. It’s so nice, even though you’re on the floor. The tentacle from your mouth withdraws slowly. You bite down pathetically, trying to keep it there, distressed when it leaves you.
Another comes up and you open your mouth needily. It slides right into the back of your throat. You smile around it. It could keep you here for days and you wouldn’t mind it.
[[plead for more]]
[[get up]]You mewl and mouth at the tentacle, sucking, trying to drain it for more of its slime. It feeds you more, but it’s not enough. You clench down on the ones in your ass to try and get more that way. It must notice, because you feel your body start to grow a little hotter.
[[stay]]
[[get up]]You remain on the floor, letting the creature use you however it likes so long as it keeps giving you slime. It brings you off again, in another blisteringly painful orgasm that whites out your vision for a good several seconds. You are nearly limp at this point, leaking an abundance of fluids that the creature greedily laps up.
[[let it have you]]You stay there for hours. Far after the rain stops and the thunder is nothing but a distant echo on the wind. The creature has attended to you the entire time, milking you dry. Your skin has greyed significantly and your energy is non-existent.
It doesn’t care. It works you through now painful orgasms, anything to take in more of your taste.
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You don’t hear the footsteps as much as you sense them. Like a little twitch in the back of your head.
The newcomer stops just behind you and bends over, so their face is just in frame. The glowing eyes from your dream stare down at you, only this time from behind the skull of a deer on the body of a man.
It leers at you, opening its bony teeth so a long, black tongue can slide out of its mouth.
“We knew,” a voice says, deep like rolling thunder. “We knew you’d be perfect.”
//You got ending 3/6: Tenta-cursed//
[[End]]
Those pigtails, that face, that body type… It all matches the missing girl in the photo perfectly.
That, and she’s a fucking zombie.
That green skin, those glossy eyes, not to mention all those heavy black stitches crisscrossing her body. In a few places, she’s even rotted away to the point where you can see her bones. You stare, wondering how she’s still standing.
“Yeah,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. No — just under it, in a way that pushes her breasts up just so. “What of it?”
“Well, I… Uh… I…” you start, but something about her rotting, stitched-up chest has you transfixed.
[["I'm here to rescue you."]]
[["I want to fuck you."]]
That green skin, those glossy eyes, not to mention all those heavy black stitches crisscrossing her body. In a few places, she’s even rotted away to the point where you can see her bones. You stare, wondering how she’s still standing.
“Yeah,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. No — just under it, in a way that pushes her breasts up just so. “What of it?”
“Well, I… Uh… I…” you start, but something about her rotting, stitched-up chest has you transfixed.
[["I'm here to rescue you."]]
[["I want to fuck you."]]You mean, yeah, what the fuck, right? Perfect storyline: you find a girl in distress in a house in the middle of nowhere, and you save her and bring her back home. Your video of the dramatic rescue would crest a million in a day.
Except that she’s a fucking zombie. Right. That complicates things.
//Can// she even be saved…?
The girl looks taken aback. “Rescue? But I don’t want to be rescued.”
You gulp. “Well, what do //you// want, then…?”
[[She smiles wider.]]
The undead beauty looks shocked at first, but then a smirk makes its way onto her once-full lips.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
[[She smiles wider.]]She stalks forward and wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a kiss.
Kissing a zombie is… weird. Her lips are, like, mega-chapped, and the corner of her mouth has started rotting away, so you can feel more of her teeth than you’re used to. But she’s //passionate,// and so skilled that it takes your breath away.
Before you know it, the two of you are stumbling over to the nearby bed, your clothes lost somewhere in the abyss of the attic. The bedframe is collapsed, seems like it has been for a while, but the mattress works just fine. It’s big and comfy, bouncing under your combined weight.
So, like, you’re doing this. You’re really about to get to second base with this dead chick. What is your life turning into?
Not that you’re complaining. Maybe this is just what happens when you go so long without sex; you just start humping people who may or may not still count as corpses.
Yeah, you’re gonna stop thinking about it now.
[[Caress her side]]
[[Touch her butt]]
Your palm brushes up against the coarse threads holding her together. One of them snags, and before you can correct yourself, you feel it start to unravel.
“Oh, sh—!”
With a gross, wet sound, some of her intestines spill through the hole and onto your stomach. Even while you try not to gag, you mumble, “Sorry, sorry…”
She doesn’t even flinch. “Happens all the time.”
Continuing the makeout session with fervor, your undead partner rolls her hips against yours. You rock back up in turn, (if:$pjack > 0 )[rubbing your bulge against her wet pussy](if:$vjack >0)[ your pussy soaked and throbbing already].
You’d be fine kissing and cuddling for a while, but your date has other plans. She wiggles out of her panties before you can even figure out what’s going on. Then, without even bothering to tuck her intestines back inside herself, she positions her sopping cunt over your face.
“I need it,” she says, smiling down at you with an almost frantic look in her eyes. Her teeth look especially dangerous like this. “I need to feel your tongue on me. C’mon, please…!”
[[Use Your Tongue]]
[[Use Your Fingers]]You slide your hand down her back, her side, lower, lower…
Bingo. You grab a handful of her cotton-covered butt and give it a squeeze.
She arches her back, moaning, and you hear a //ri-i-ip// sound. A second later, you can feel her guts, cold and slimy, plop down onto your stomach.
She doesn’t even flinch. “Happens all the time.”
Continuing the makeout session with fervor, your undead partner rolls her hips against yours. You rock back up in turn, (if:$pjack > 0)[rubbing your bulge against her wet pussy](if:$vjack > 0)[your pussy soaked and throbbing already].
You’d be fine kissing and cuddling for a while, but your date has other plans. She wiggles out of her panties before you can even figure out what’s going on. Then, without even bothering to tuck her intestines back inside herself, she positions her sopping cunt over your face.
“I need it,” she says, smiling down at you with an almost frantic look in her eyes. Her teeth look especially dangerous like this. “I need to feel your tongue on me. C’mon, //please…!”//
[[Use Your Tongue]]
[[Use Your Fingers]] You don’t need to be told twice.
You press your tongue up against her pussy, surprised to find that it’s wet despite her otherwise-rotting state. The flavor is heady and otherworldly, far sweeter than any of the human girls you’ve been with.
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Lapping at her eagerly, you delight in the sound of her moans. She trails a hand down her own body, looking like a model despite, well, everything about her.
Nobody ever accused you of having conventional tastes.
[[Use Your Fingers]]
[[Touch Yourself]]
(set:$tongue to 1)You press your fingers to her sopping wet cunt. When you start to slide one in, she warns, “Um, did I //tell// you to do that?”
(if:$tongue > 0)[ [[Touch Yourself]] ](else:)[ [[Use Your Tongue]] ]
[[She's playing hard to get; press on.]]You slide your fingers in anyway, fully intending to show her just how talented you are with your hands and your mouth.
By the time you stop screaming long enough to realize what just happened, three of your fingers are already gone to the root. The last thing you see before you pass out are a pair of pretty, bloodstained lips.
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//You got ending 6/6: Finger Sandwiches//
[[End]]
Running a hand down your body, you (if:$pjack > 0)[give yourself a quick squeeze.](if:$vjack > 0)[dip your fingers down into your slit.] You’re more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life.
Screw your MeTube channel. Screw questions like “Why are you here?” and “How are you a zombie?” All you care about is making her happy.
As you (if:$pjack > 0)[pump your cock](if:$vjack > 0)[rub circles around your clit], you suck on her clit, listening to her squeal above you.
“Just like that, just like that…!” she moans, rocking her hips against your face, her juices dripping down to coat your chin.
[[You heard the lady. Just like that!]]
You keep going just like that. She shudders and convulses above you, and for a second, you worry she might burst more seams and come apart right there.
She //does// come apart, but luckily, only in the non-literal sense.
As it turns out, zombies can squirt. Who knew? Not you. Not until a chilly torrent of pussy juice splashes down onto your face.
She moans through it all, raking her fingers through her long pigtails, exposed meat of her thigh touching your cheek as she clenches down on you.
It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.
[[Come.]]
You come, (if:$pjack > 0)[splattering your stomach with jizz.](if:$vjack > 0)[pussy clenching down around your own fingers.] Above you, (if:$bulletin > 0)[Lyssa] the zombie girl finally seems to calm down, sucking in a deep breath and sliding off of you.
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You enjoy a blissful few moments cuddled together before you notice something.
“Are you… sniffing me?” you ask.
She flushes a strange mottled blue. “Sorry. I always get the munchies after sex.”
“Uh… Don’t worry about it,” you say.
(if:$venison > 0)[ [[Give Venison]] ]
[[Enjoy the Afterglow]]
“Actually, you know what?”
It involves a trip across the room to retrieve your jacket, but you still have the meat you took out of the fridge. It’s a little bit grosser now, and you’ll definitely have to wash that pocket out, but when your date sees it, her eyes light up (even the one that’s all bloodshot).
“For me? Oh, thank you!”
As you watch her rip into the raw meat with her teeth, you think you might be falling in love.
//You got ending 5/6: My Cute Undead GF//
[[End]]
The two of you lapse back into a comfortable silence.
Well, it’s comfortable enough. Until you feel someone’s teeth snap a few of your finger bones in half.
By the time you stop screaming long enough to realize what just happened, three of your fingers are already gone to the root. The last thing you see before you pass out are a pair of pretty, bloodstained lips.
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//You got ending 6/6: Finger Sandwiches//
[[End]]
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[[Play Again]] Take off your jacket? Fuck no. That's like //your// one thing.
But it is super wet though. Maybe it would be nice to dry.
[[Take off Jacket]]
[[Don't take it off]]Nope, you're just going to suffer. That's all your life really is now isn't it? Just a bunch of suffering for the sake of a bunch of trolls on the internet.
Shit. You really drank some kind of poison for them didn't you? This sucks.
[[Take off Jacket]]
[[Do Not Take it Off]]That's it. This is the hill you're going to die on and that's final.
You nod your head and lie back against the stone.
[[You watch the sky]]The mine is nearby, thank God. At least you have somewhere to stay dry. Sure, it’s dirty as fuck and you’re almost 100% positive there are rats and a million other things making their homes in there, but you don’t have a lot of options. You’re absolutely soaked from the walk over here.
[[Explore Mine]]
[[Stay Put]]
(set:$noknife to 1)You get closer and, yeah, it really does look a lot like the altar from your dreams. On top of it sits a strange stone that’s been cut in half so the top is smooth to the touch. It’s almost polished.
There’s some writing at the top of the stone, barely-legible scrawl — so this guy’s a terrible decorator and a terrible writer — that reads:
//Pure of Blood and Whole of Bone,
Present my Heart for Power greater than Gold.//
Terrible poet too, if that even is a poem.
Underneath it is a little symbol(if:$gasstation > 0)[like the one you saw on the gas station sign, a little devil man with dozens of horns.](else:)[of a man with fucked up, multi-point devil horns. Yeah, this place is going in your video for sure. The sight of this place alone will draw clicks like nobody’s business.]
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You know what would get you a //shitton// of views, though? If you actually followed through with this cryptic “ritual.” Something to think about.
[[The Altar]]
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