The Stalking Maw E-Book

Wendigo Studios

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

A young woman awakes from a deep sleep and finds herself lost in the woods after an accident from drinking too much after a wedding. Annoyed but without a choice in the woods, she gets up and makes her way through the forest. However as she moving, her danger raders suddenly go off and warn her that there are things in this forest she should get away from. Not from just the woods but from the snarling maw of a monster who lives in these woods.

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Wendigo Studios

The Stalking Maw

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The Stalking Maw

Almost immediately, the lures of sleep began to fade allowing the hard hits of consciousness and reality to come into play. A low groaning sound from the agonized woman lying still on the ground before moving her legs about an inch before falling still once again, then they moved but much more than one inch on the dirt of the deep forest she found herself within.

It was a standard forest like many others in this entire world. It had trees, bushes, plants, grass etc which would sound like a bunch of ‘no shit Sherlock’ facts to anyone who lived probably years on this Earth and spent their free time travelling around the world unless they spent their lives living under a rock for God-knows-how long or something like that.

But for the young lady lying on the ground, slowly getting back on her own two feet before falling over like a toppling building? The area she had suddenly crashed into was now a blurry mess and was difficult for her to make out even the slightest of details. But blinking her eyes almost every ten seconds seemed to be doing the trick as the blurry mess of colors and shapes started to clear up slowly with each blink she took. Finally after a few more seconds, the scene was clear enough for her to see that she was, indeed, in a forest as expected.

Oh, if you asking who this young dumb as hell woman with an utter trainwreck of a once beautiful hair cut inflicted on a messy black dyed hair complete with the remains of a pretty pink dress with a veil and sash. Yup, that was me after a night of drinking at the reception after a wedding. Whose wedding was it? It was between my twin brother and his fiance, my brother’s name is Ron and his fiance’s name is Sarah. Ron is kind of a dunk and clueless at times, but really he’s a great guy and I like him. Sarah is also great too though she can be a bit clueless but not as bad as my brother admittedly, I guess that’s what attracted him. People are weird like that, right?

So anyway back to the story, I’ll be here all day, I was at the wedding of my brother and his fiance, I was one of the bridesmaids as if the description and color of my dress wasn’t enough clues as to what I was if there was someone who never went to a wedding before and was just making my way to the doors leading to the front entrance of St Peter’s church, the place that Ron had chosen to do his marriage which was about fifty miles from our town which I won’t name for privacy reasons and the road from it and my hometown is a large forested area that stretched about several miles across the country with little to no end in sight.

I would’ve tried to see where the forest ended either by walking or something like that. However after plenty of walks through this forest with several of my friends, both men and women, taking new routes and looking around almost every bit of the forest, I couldn’t find the end of the forest, it was like the thing went on forever or some other stupid cliche you want to think of. After a few weeks or longer, I didn’t check or keep track of the time. I decided to give up trying to find the end of the forest and honestly, I believed it was for the best. As much as I liked to explore the forest with my friends and see what it offered, it was very tiring once the trails stopped being easy trails.

I don’t know if you’ve ever climbed up steep or rocky hills while going on a hike. But trust me when I say it is exhausting! Those hills were few and far between the forest, but every time I came across them. I swore my feet would immediately slip from under me and I would nearly go crashing into the ground only for me to somehow catch myself and continue up followed by the same thing happening for the whole trip up. By the time I got up to the hill, I’m tired and covered in sweat, mainly from being nervous as all hell since I was trying my hardest to walk up the hill and not slip like I was walking on an icy river in winter.

That was easier said than done, yet despite me walking through the forest plenty of times in my life time, I still struggled to all hell to get up those hills whenever I came across them. This was probably because I wasn’t always the best rock climber in the batch of friends I made throughout my years of living on this Earth. I believe that had to do with the fact that it was physically demanding work and I wasn’t the most physically prepared person in the world despite how thin I was from years of eating healthy and working out but not by much as going to the gym wasn’t my favourite thing in the world, so yeah, the more you know.

As I was about to open the double doors, Sarah stopped me and asked if I wanted to attend the reception party. I thought about that for a while before deciding yeah, because why the hell not? My home was about twenty minutes from the church and since I wasn’t driving, I figured a few drinks wouldn’t hurt and if I was responsible, then maybe it wouldn’t be a problem. Welp in stories like this, that didn’t work out as I thought it would. I honestly don’t know how much I had to drink or if the thing I had was much stronger than I thought it was. All I knew was I was so drunk to the point where I could hardly think and see straight, I was full on hammered.

My brother who thankfully wasn’t drunk as he needed to drive him and Sarah home somehow, got my attention and asked me if I wanted to go home with him since he was worried that I might crash out on the road and get kidnapped or something like that. Even in my drunken state, I could tell he was worried sick about me. But for some reason, I reassured Ron that I would be fine and I would make it back home without any trouble. And to be fair, I actually did manage to make it halfway across the road despite how fucked up I was. However when I reached the entrance of the forest, I must’ve blacked out or something like that, because when I woke up, I was lying on the grassy floor of the forest.