KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"I said I'm coming!" I yell out as I rush down the stairs in my robe. Normally someone banging on my door at this ungodly hour would have me hiding in my room, but this wasn't a normal situation. I'd already been in this cabin for over a week, and Sam had left for an emergency yesterday. He offered to take me with him, but I didn't want the trip to go to waste. Besides, it wouldn't be long before he was back. Which is why I was in a rush to get to the door, something in my mind told me it might be him, or somehow related to him. Could he have gotten in an accident? I pushed the thought out of my mind as I unlocked the door.

I should have tried to look outside, it was so stupid of me not to, but I wasn't thinking straight. I figured the revolver in my pocket would be enough if something went wrong, but really things went wrong the moment I decided not to leave with Sam. Salvaging the trip was a good excuse, but now I was out here with no car and a shitty signal. I figured the cabin was enough protection from the wildlife, and I hadn't even seen anything other than some deer and squirrels. Still, I had felt something. The second I stepped out of the car it felt like the surrounding forest was watching me. I mentioned it to Sam and he laughed it off, said I was probably being watched by birds and that I'd get used to it. I tried, but stepping onto the porch or opening a window always brought the feeling back. It didn't feel like birds, it felt like a predator. I pride myself on my stubbornness, I told myself that since whatever it was wouldn't approach the cabin that it wasn't really a threat.

That notion quickly vanished once I opened the door. The feeling of the stare returned, so intense that I had to back away a bit before I could even register the figure standing before me. I tried turning on the porch light only to find that it was broken, then it spoke.

"Where is he?" A deep, inquisitive voice came from the looming figure. It was tall, shrouded in heavy dark clothes, and wearing a hood so I couldn't see its face. Then the smell hit me, it smelled as if I was speaking to the woods itself. An earthy, natural scent that was neither good or bad. It just stood there motionless, I could feel it staring as it waited for a response.

"W-who the fuck are you," I said in a tone trying to convey confidence, but failing miserably. It said nothing, then I could hear it breathing in deeply, as if it was taking in my scent.

It cocked its head to the side, "alone, good." Then all at once I could hear the sound of several somethings moving in the tree line. Looking past the figure I saw several pairs of glowing orbs staring hungrily at me, but not approaching.

"Will be back tomorrow night, and every night. Do not leave." Before I had time to process this or respond, the figure turned and started walked into the forest. Its movement was precise, too precise. I slammed the door and locked it before I could think about it any further.

I spent the rest of the night barricaded in my room trying to call Sam, the police, anyone. Of course there was no signal, why would there be? Maybe if I went outside or leaned out of a window, but that wasn't an option now.

I passed out at some point, and I did feel a bit better when I woke up. I felt better because I realized that the trail connecting the cabin to the main road wasn't all that long, I could make the walk in no time. I packed a bag and without thinking, stepped outside. As the front door closed behind me I was hit with the intensity again, yet I couldn't see anything. I tried taking another step forward and the intensity grew, some primal part of my brain was screaming at me not to get close to the tree line. Something very bad would happen if I did, and so I broke.

Now I'm barricaded in my bathroom, hiding in my tub with the revolver in my lap as I stare at the door. I can no longer see any sunlight creeping in under the door, and I've been hearing something move around on the roof. The sound of my front door being forced open causes me to jump a bit, but I make no sound as I take the revolver and aim it at the bathroom door. I can hear something, several somethings, moving around on the first floor beneath me. I can hear something ascending the stairs, I can hear the sound of something breathing in deeply, I can hear my bedroom door give way, I can hear them approaching the bathroom door, I can see the knob turning and the lock effortlessly breaking. I pull the trigger, the door still opens, and I finally scream.

This was longer than I thought it'd be lol, but I don't like to stop once I get going. So, basic premise is that I become a nightly toy for a pack of "somethings" while I'm conveniently all alone. I purposefully left what these things are vague since I'd like suggestions from you. Are they some kind of cryptid, alien, demon, something else? Are they all built the same, or do they have different features throughout. Are they all intelligent, or is it just the mysterious figure? Whatever they are, they look very monsterish and they aren't a fan of playing nice. They, or their leader, is also smart enough to know that what they're doing is wrong and that they're doing it to a married woman which is just part of their fun. We can brainstorm more of what they are and their motivations together, I plan on having fun with that.

Required kinks: Cheating, rimming, good grammar

Basic description: 25, white (pale af), long black hair, brown eyes, 5'3", 120 lbs, 34c chest and a nice bubble butt. Oh, and I wear glasses.

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