(Don't) Find Me
Don't Find Me...
John dropped the pitcher of fresh water and clasped his forehead in disbelief. The bed was empty. He grabbed a small bit of paper up from the empty pillow. Hastily scrawled along its surface were just 3 words.
The young man turned and ran out of the room as fast as he could. He cursed under his breath as is leg crashed into a wooden stool sending it clattering across the room. He’d just barely avoided planting his face into the floor. He quickly limped off to check the other rooms in the house. Finding no sign of the girl he hastily grabbed his cloak and lantern and barged out the door in a panic.
The note had read, “Don’t Find Me”.
“Bernadette!” He yelled into the darkness.
“Bernadette!!!”
His eyes darted back and forth across the fields surrounding the house but he could find no sign of the girl. He’d only dozed off a few moments, she couldn’t have gotten that far with those injuries, he’d thought to himself. The boy ran out into the inky blackness guided only by the dim glint of his lantern his hopes of finding his girlfriend alive started to wane.
Just days ago, Bernadette’s entire family had been found murdered. Torn to pieces in the night by some hellish beast from the forest, the girl only just barely clinging to her life. The medic had somehow succeeded in stabilizing the young woman, but in the nights that followed she could do nothing for the terrors buried deep within the girl’s heart.
Bernadette could scarcely sleep for a few hours at a time before waking up in a panic, screaming bloody murder and sobbing profusely. Though her physical wounds were recovering remarkably John was finding it increasingly difficult to calm her down from these ever more common night terrors.
He’d dedicated himself to overseeing her through to her recovery, but as the nightmares intensity increased she’d begun incoherently demanding that he get as far away from her as possible before passing out again. John had taken her words to be mere ramblings, some residual element from her feverish nightmares.
“Where could she have gone?” He had run along the abandoned road for quite some time before his foot bumped into something. He held out his lantern to examine the object. It was Bernadette’s wooden crutch! She had to be near.
“Bernadette!!!” He yelled again into the dead of night. Still no reply.
He scanned back and forth but could find no sign of his girlfriend. A terrible idea suddenly occurred to John.
“No, she couldn’t have.”
John picked up Bernadette’s wooden cane. He considered the possibilities and choked down his fears before darting off into the woods. It was common knowledge that the surrounding forest lands were a death trap to all but the most well equipped soldiers.
The words on the card echoed through his mind again. Don’t Find Me. Had she developed some form of survivor’s guilt? Was she trying to kill herself to be with her family?
As large gnarled trees began to flank him from all asides John had noticed that the full moon was finally pierce through the dense cloud cover making it easier to traverse the thick vegetation. He hadn’t gone far before he heard the pained scream of a woman off in the distance!
“Oh no! Bernadette!” He cried again as he chased after the voice.
Seconds later he caught sight of her silhouette. He raised his lantern exposing Bernadette’s nude form. He was shocked and confused at the sight of her but also immensely glad to have made it in time. He ran to her when…
“St… Stay away from me! She cried with an abject look of fear in her eyes at the sight of the boy. “Please… Run away!”
“Why did you leave?? He panted in a worried tone. “You’re supposed to be in bed, your wounds still aren’t…”
It had suddenly struck him seeing her exposed form. Her wounds were almost completely healed. He’d only just redressed her wounds himself a few hours before. They looked like old scars now long since healed. Her elongated ears and fangs had somehow escaped his notice in heat of the moment.
“How is this possib…?”
His words were cut off by Bernadette’s continued pleading.
“You…” She choked, “You have to go! I… I’m … cursed. She was having trouble speaking between increasingly labored breaths. “I… I can’t… live with people anymore…” Beads of sweat were forming on her skin, dripping down along the curves of her lithe body.
“That’s nonsense! The doctor said that…”
“Just let me die! She yelled with tears pouring from her terrified eyes. “It’s the only way to protect you…”
“Protect me? He asked taken aback, “From what??” He took a step toward Bernadette who had begun trembling like a wounded bird.
“No Stop!!!” She cried recoiling in terror. At that moment the moon light to her seemed as if it were being dialed up immensely. “I… urk…”
Her body began convulsing wildly as an intense heat rose up from deep inside. It was as if a dam had suddenly ruptured within her losing all of the nightmares she’d been experiencing up to that point in physical form. She buried her face in her hands trying desperately to shield her eyes from the intensity of the moon.
John could only watch horrified as long dagger like claws started to rip their way out of Bernadette’s fingertips. Her muscles grew taught like steel cables threatening to rip their way out of her supple flesh.
Bernadette’s cry of agony ripped through the forest for miles, seemingly shifting into something far more bestial towards the end.
Bernadette and John were never heard from again. Some have reported hearing mournful howls ringing out from the woods on nights of the full moon. From multiple sources.
Co Written By: Marcos Gómez Díaz-Guerra (aka Keyblademark)
The young man turned and ran out of the room as fast as he could. He cursed under his breath as is leg crashed into a wooden stool sending it clattering across the room. He’d just barely avoided planting his face into the floor. He quickly limped off to check the other rooms in the house. Finding no sign of the girl he hastily grabbed his cloak and lantern and barged out the door in a panic.
The note had read, “Don’t Find Me”.
“Bernadette!” He yelled into the darkness.
“Bernadette!!!”
His eyes darted back and forth across the fields surrounding the house but he could find no sign of the girl. He’d only dozed off a few moments, she couldn’t have gotten that far with those injuries, he’d thought to himself. The boy ran out into the inky blackness guided only by the dim glint of his lantern his hopes of finding his girlfriend alive started to wane.
Just days ago, Bernadette’s entire family had been found murdered. Torn to pieces in the night by some hellish beast from the forest, the girl only just barely clinging to her life. The medic had somehow succeeded in stabilizing the young woman, but in the nights that followed she could do nothing for the terrors buried deep within the girl’s heart.
Bernadette could scarcely sleep for a few hours at a time before waking up in a panic, screaming bloody murder and sobbing profusely. Though her physical wounds were recovering remarkably John was finding it increasingly difficult to calm her down from these ever more common night terrors.
He’d dedicated himself to overseeing her through to her recovery, but as the nightmares intensity increased she’d begun incoherently demanding that he get as far away from her as possible before passing out again. John had taken her words to be mere ramblings, some residual element from her feverish nightmares.
“Where could she have gone?” He had run along the abandoned road for quite some time before his foot bumped into something. He held out his lantern to examine the object. It was Bernadette’s wooden crutch! She had to be near.
“Bernadette!!!” He yelled again into the dead of night. Still no reply.
He scanned back and forth but could find no sign of his girlfriend. A terrible idea suddenly occurred to John.
“No, she couldn’t have.”
John picked up Bernadette’s wooden cane. He considered the possibilities and choked down his fears before darting off into the woods. It was common knowledge that the surrounding forest lands were a death trap to all but the most well equipped soldiers.
The words on the card echoed through his mind again. Don’t Find Me. Had she developed some form of survivor’s guilt? Was she trying to kill herself to be with her family?
As large gnarled trees began to flank him from all asides John had noticed that the full moon was finally pierce through the dense cloud cover making it easier to traverse the thick vegetation. He hadn’t gone far before he heard the pained scream of a woman off in the distance!
“Oh no! Bernadette!” He cried again as he chased after the voice.
Seconds later he caught sight of her silhouette. He raised his lantern exposing Bernadette’s nude form. He was shocked and confused at the sight of her but also immensely glad to have made it in time. He ran to her when…
“St… Stay away from me! She cried with an abject look of fear in her eyes at the sight of the boy. “Please… Run away!”
“Why did you leave?? He panted in a worried tone. “You’re supposed to be in bed, your wounds still aren’t…”
It had suddenly struck him seeing her exposed form. Her wounds were almost completely healed. He’d only just redressed her wounds himself a few hours before. They looked like old scars now long since healed. Her elongated ears and fangs had somehow escaped his notice in heat of the moment.
“How is this possib…?”
His words were cut off by Bernadette’s continued pleading.
“You…” She choked, “You have to go! I… I’m … cursed. She was having trouble speaking between increasingly labored breaths. “I… I can’t… live with people anymore…” Beads of sweat were forming on her skin, dripping down along the curves of her lithe body.
“That’s nonsense! The doctor said that…”
“Just let me die! She yelled with tears pouring from her terrified eyes. “It’s the only way to protect you…”
“Protect me? He asked taken aback, “From what??” He took a step toward Bernadette who had begun trembling like a wounded bird.
“No Stop!!!” She cried recoiling in terror. At that moment the moon light to her seemed as if it were being dialed up immensely. “I… urk…”
Her body began convulsing wildly as an intense heat rose up from deep inside. It was as if a dam had suddenly ruptured within her losing all of the nightmares she’d been experiencing up to that point in physical form. She buried her face in her hands trying desperately to shield her eyes from the intensity of the moon.
John could only watch horrified as long dagger like claws started to rip their way out of Bernadette’s fingertips. Her muscles grew taught like steel cables threatening to rip their way out of her supple flesh.
Bernadette’s cry of agony ripped through the forest for miles, seemingly shifting into something far more bestial towards the end.
Bernadette and John were never heard from again. Some have reported hearing mournful howls ringing out from the woods on nights of the full moon. From multiple sources.
Co Written By: Marcos Gómez Díaz-Guerra (aka Keyblademark)
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