The Forest

A young man walked in the forest, his walking shoes were soaked by the puddles of water scattered throughout the heavy rainfall of the night .

He looked around and sighed because he was hopelessly lost ... For hours he was already walking around here and he could not recognize any way, it was a little weird to him. All the trees looked the same and wherever he looked it seemed endless and hopeless. It was getting dark, and he swore under his breath ... This was crazy. But suddenly he found a path that deviated from what he had seen in the last few hours ... and he walked trough....The trees became less crowded and he could already look through the trees . Green grass grew, so green that it almost hurt your eyes. It looked mossy ... and swampy.

He walked on and could not recognize a road. Desperately, at one point he sat down against the trunk of a tree and he took something to drink from his bottle that he always carried with him in his breast pocket.

Whiskey did him well ... he felt the burning taste sliding down his stomach. Stupid of him to leave the house without any message left, he thought he would be away for an hour or so, but given the time on his watch it turned out to be hours. Sebastiaan once looked around and noticed a change in the atmosphere . A lot of lupines suddenly came up on his way. Strange and under an entanglement of ivy an old wall seemed to be standing there, maybe ... a ruin? Sebastiaan looked and saw the beautiful lupins everywhere around him. In all kinds of colors at different heights, and the bees buzzed around it. Sebastiaan stood up and walked over to take a pulse ...Astonishing!

There was a piece of wall like an old castle ...?

Old chunks of stone, gray and green, lay back the buildings from centuries ago. Sebastiaan walked around and found a sort of courtyard at the back. A smile lay around his masculine mouth ... and his eyes were shining through his discovery, maybe no one knew that this was here, and he was the only one in the whole world. He shivered suddenly. The only one in the whole world. The only one in this forest seemed. He suddenly noticed that he no longer heard a bird whistling. No animal heard rustling in the bushes or foliage.

Silence ... not even a breath of wind ... was audible ....

He reached for his ears and was almost afraid that he had suddenly become deaf. Because this was very strange .He started to laugh with a kind of fear, what suddenly struck him ...

His laughter blared through the silence, and that too was frightening. Nothing but then nothing echoed his laughter and again it got him very tired and afraid. He wanted to go home. And looked around in a kind of wild panic. He walked quickly past the town behind the wall and suddenly saw a kind of gazebo

Jesus, he thought, how could this be? It was made of beautiful wrought iron. But very rusted. Gracefully curly smoker's iron. And above that a pointed roof. Here too, the ivy grew luxuriantly around the steel dots and rods. He saw that it had once been painted gold.

He was amazed and stood in it and looked out over a small pond at the back of it.He grabbed his blond crest and could not believe his eyes , there in the middle of the forest stood a beautiful woman at that pond.Her long dark hair slid down her fragile shoulders, and she wore a gold cord along her white robe. He looked at her mesmerized and His breath cut him off when she looked at him. Beautiful eyes stared at him and it was as if he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his whole life.

She was beautiful, unearthy as from above. Her face framed by the black hair and those eyes big in a white alabaster face. Her small mouth was red like blood and her eyes looked as cold as ice ... he got the chills on his back but could not take his eyes off, when he met hers. She slowly came up to him and it seemed she was not walking, but rather dancing. Strange. He felt dizzy. As if all the blood was pulling out of his head and she was suckling him from a distance of only four meters . He suddenly recovered his balance. And looked the other way. When he wanted to look at her again. She was gone!

Sebastiaan reached for his bottle of Whiskey and drank it in a gulp. This was too crazy, and his heart went off like raging. And He did not know were he was. He sought support from the rods of the little gazebo. And thought he had imagined everything. He looked around the area and saw that there really was no one there. Nothing, zero. Only he, lost in a forest, getting crazy. He went to take a look at the pond and saw some snapped English grass at the edge of the pond. So someone had walked here, he thought, confused. Sebastiaan no longer knew how he was. And he looked in the pond for a moment and saw.

My God, he will expel, the breath bars to rise from his stomach. And his chest went up and down like a raging. Oh my God, he shouted again.

In the water there was a corpse. An old corpse. The skeleton hung between the reed collar and long black hair floated on the slightly undulating water. My God, called Sebastiaan again. And suddenly he put it on a run. He ran as if his life depended on it and he ran through the bushes branches scraping along his face and he scratched his arms open to blackberry bushes and back-swarming branches through which he was running. As if the devil was on his heels. He scraped his cheek seriously on a bush with sharp thorns and he wiped his hand the blood away. Saw it was a lot of blood and He stopped suddenly. Jesus ... ! He thought looked around where was he anyway? Damn he cursed aloud, Damn ...help me god. He screamed now and there was no echo from the forest ... nothing ...just silence ... and that silence was more threatening than anything. Anger pounded in his chest. Bastian felt lost lonely and alone in that big forest a pin was in a haystack, no one would find him here No one. It was already dark and Sebastiaan sank down along a tree. And closed his eyes. It was all night when he opened his eyes again and the moonlight went through the trees. He rubbed his eyes and suddenly remembered where he was . His heart started pounding again ... and .. he heard something next to him .He looked and in horror he saw the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

She looked at him with those dark eyes unfathomably deep. Unstoppable depths. She breathed heavily. And looked hungry at him. Bernard wanted to say something, but his vocal cords refused service. God, how beautiful she was. He thought, and he saw her lips between which her teeth flashed white like pearls and sharp . She took his mouth with her lips. And he felt the cold rushing out of her dead lips. She seized his blond hair and rippled through it. He kissed her back in a scorching fire. That he had never experienced. Her hands seemed clawed when she unclothed him. His shirt ripped off his muscular body. He heard the tearing of his shirt reverberate. In the quiet forest ... She was breathing cold against his lips. And the fire with which she devoured him was not from here. That was ... that was ... His brains refused service. And when he was ready to penetrate into her divine body. It was that cold too. But with a chilling fire in his loins. He prepares her. As if it were the last thing he would do. In this life. He was mad with pleasure ... and lust ... and she clawed her nails over his body to leave traces of blood. She bit him everywhere. Not painful but hard enough. To drive him mad. Her pointy breasts stuck coldly against his chest and looked like sharp needles piercing him ... but in his hunger for this gorgeous woman and the fear he had experienced , he noticed not even that anymore. And when he reached the climax with her it was his mind who let it go and the animal in the man that drove him to the highest pleasure that a human being could only reach. It was night and it was cold. The moon appeared from behind clouds and the man who was embraced by ivy was lying under a tree. His eyes looked anxiously ahead. His mouth silenced in a scream. Who never reached the world again. And two pointed holes in his neck. Where blood drops still dripped out. He was no longer.

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