Chapter 2
chapter
two
Harriet
So, this all started when my best friend, Vivian, went to this town called Screaming Woods.
That's not really the original name of the town, but it's what they call it now because it's a town full of monsters.
I can't recall the actual name of the town, and maybe they’ve even officially changed it.
The point is that everyone calls it Screaming Woods and rumors are all over the internet that monsters roam free here, walking and talking like the rest of us.
Vivian and I had watched an online documentary about the town and we both became obsessed.
Okay “documentary” is probably too a strong word for it.
It was really just a guy with his phone camera taking some really fuzzy footage of what may or may not have been monsters in this town.
Still, something about the whole thing was convincing enough. Vivian and I became believers.
The fact that Vivian writes horror novels and I’m obsessed with mythology and lore probably helped sway our thoughts.
I know. I know what you’re thinking—monsters aren't real. But in Screaming Woods they are.
So here's the thing: after Vivian got to Screaming Woods, all this amazing stuff happened to her. Not all of it was good, but most of it was truly wonderful. Which is why I drove here myself. Obviously, I wanted to see the monsters for myself, but I came to help Vivian. She’s my ride or die.
While I’m more than happy to let her ride into a happily ever after with a sexy zombie on her own, she was still in real danger and there was no way I was letting her die on her own.
Which brings me to tonight. Here I am, on my rescue mission, simultaneously trying to be a badass and not get lost.
I drive slowly because it’s super dark here. The towering trees that flank each side of the road block out any light that would come from gas stations or greasy spoon diners. The moon appears periodically, flickering between the trees.
As far as I can tell, there isn’t any street lighting, at least not on this road. Then I pass by a sign nestled into the woods. “Welcome to Stream in the Woods” But someone has clearly marked through the Stream in the and changed it to Screaming Woods.
My heart pounds and I know I’m probably smiling like an idiot. Because oh my goodness, I’m here. I slow down so I don’t miss anything, especially any of the signs indicating how to get into town. Basically, my car is crawling along the highway.
But then something catches my gaze out my side window. There is a man—no, that’s definitely a beast of some sort—standing by the side of the road.
Despite how slow I’m driving, he doesn’t notice me at first because he’s … um … preoccupied.
And by “preoccupied” I mean, he’s gripping his hard dick, pumping his first as fast as he can.
I suck in a breath and nearly choke to death on my own saliva. I don’t consider myself a voyeur. The thought has never actually crossed my mind, but if possible, I slow down even more and stare openly at him.
He’s beautiful. And completely lost in what he’s doing.
Normally I would say that masturbating in a public place is straight up creepy, but the wince etched in his facial features speaks more of pain than need.
So, it seems less creepy and more desperate.
And there is something about that desperation that’s compelling.
I hope nothing runs out in front of the car because I am not watching where I’m going. Nope, I’m straight up staring at the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen and… yep, my panties are wet.
His face tilts upward just a little as if he’s sniffing the air. That’s when he looks over and our gazes lock.
I want to stop and get out of the car, but that doesn’t make any sense. Instead, I drop my hand into my lap and press it against my suddenly aching pussy. I stare at him, biting down on my lip, wanting … something.
Then, he turns and runs into the woods, not before I see a sleek brown tail whipping behind him.
“Toto, we are definitely not in Kansas anymore,” I mutter to myself.