Sam's New Nightmare
Story by Sinbad
Art by The Original Badgerhttps://discord.gg/WdqgcmW
Sam had found sleep hard to come by ever since she had escaped from the mountain. The realization that the Wendigo had once been her best Hannah had stripped away her usual care-free demeanor, replacing it with a shaken, wary personality. Since she had rarely left her apartment, few had kept an eye on her, merely writing her off as a typical shut-in millennial. As she stripped from her tight-fitting jeans and loose shirt for her nightly shower, the blonde bombshell felt a dark presence seemingly following her.
Ignoring the creeping sensation and quickly bathing, she ran her small hands over her full breasts and clumsily flicked her clit, almost giving into the urge to rub one out. Holding back her urge, she turned off the water and left the shower, her cold apartment forcing her nipples into diamond-hard points. Entering her soft bed, Sam felt the urge to sleep overwhelm her, the demonic presence be damned! As her eyes closed slowly, she felt suddenly warm and anxious, as if she was far from her chilly apartment. Snapping her eyes open, she gasped as the smooth white walls were replaced by an endless series of lockers and pipes, all covered by a thick red mist.
Sam relised that despite her obviously having a nightmare, she was still naked. Opening the long corridors of lockers, she cursed and found they were all empty! A low, deep chuckle grabbed her attention and seemed to drag her deeper into the red mist. As the chuckling got louder and louder, she quickly blinked and as gasped as the red mist was immediately replaced by a dark, dank corridor with a set of train tracks at her feet. Calling out, she felt the same demonic presence from her room growing closer to her bare body. Hearing a set of heavy footsteps coming from behind, she gasped as a filthy, masked being got closer with a rusty machete in its hand. Stumbling away, she cried out as the tracks behind her tripped her and she fell on her pert butt.
Scrambling backwards, the feeling of terror hit its peak and she snapped her head to the side to see a small man wearing an ugly sweater and hat running a set of daggers attached to his fingers along the concrete walls. His face was cast in shadows, but she could see that he was covered in scars. A set of sharp whispers came from his buPost too long. Click here to view the full text.