Elgin was slumped in a worn armchair at Colony House when the temperature suddenly plummeted.
The air grew so cold that his breath began to form small clouds.
From the far end of the hallway, a silhouette slowly emerged, advancing with movements far too rigid to seem natural.
The woman wore a kimono covered in delicate floral patterns, something almost out of place in that setting, but it was her face that held Elgin's gaze and transformed his discomfort into pure horror.
Her skin looked withered and dry, like a long-dead corpse, while her eyes carried an empty, disturbing expression.
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Around him, panic erupted. Screams spread through the room, mixing with the scraping of chairs and the hurried sounds of people searching for doors and places to hide.
"A ghost! It's a ghost!"
Elgin wanted to run, to do anything at all, but his unresponsive body kept him trapped in the armchair, paralyzed as the woman approached.
The smell of death began to fill the room, heavy and nauseating, as she raised one hand.
Her fingers were thin and skeletal, ending in long, black nails. When that hand was only inches from his face, a deafening explosion tore through the night.
Elgin jolted awake, desperately sucking in air as though he'd just surfaced from drowning. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he blinked repeatedly, trying to separate the dream from reality.
There was no woman in a kimono, no supernatural cold. He was still in the living room of Colony House, surrounded by the other newcomers and the commotion of people waking in alarm.
"What... what's going on?" he stammered, turning toward Bakta, his skin slick with cold sweat.
She merely shook her head, just as confused as he was. Around them, other newcomers were already getting to their feet, some approaching the windows and peering through the narrow gaps between the boards covering the glass.
The tension in the room quickly grew, threatening to turn the scare into chaos before anyone could understand what had happened.
"Everybody just calm down." Donna's firm voice cut through the commotion. She raised her arms, trying to contain the agitation before the frightened group could act on impulse. "It was something out in town. It's nothing here."
The sound was familiar to her, the same one that had shaken the town days earlier when Daniel had used a grenade.
It could only be him again.
Donna slowly exhaled and turned her attention back to the more restless ones, leaving Elgin behind as he struggled to catch his breath.
The bitter taste of the nightmare lingered in his mouth, and no matter how hard he tried to rationalize what had just happened, a disturbing certainty had taken root somewhere in his mind. That decomposing face would not be easy to forget.
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An hour had passed since the explosion, and silence had returned to the streets. Even so, the forest never seemed truly asleep.
Among the shadows, Jasmine moved along the side of Colony House, her unsettling lethargy making every step seem like part of some ritual.
When she reached the porch, she stopped before the railing and ran her fingers over the rough wood with an almost affectionate gentleness.
In her other hand, she held the cord with the white stone pendant, the same object she had taken from Kevin's corpse in the cemetery.
Without a word, she placed the cord on the railing and remained still for a few seconds, silently contemplating the house.
Then a slow smile appeared on her lips. Jasmine gave the building one last look before stepping back and disappearing into the darkness as silently as she had arrived.
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Inside the motorhome, the end credits of another episode of The Big Bang Theory rolled across the huge screen, while the canned laughter of the audience gradually faded away, leaving behind only the comfortable silence of the room.
Julie stretched lazily on the couch.
"I'm starving," she murmured, rubbing her stomach with exaggerated dramatics. "But I think I need a shower before I devour anything."
She stood and stopped in front of Daniel. The sleepiness in her gaze gradually faded, replaced by a teasing glint.
"Are you coming with me?"
Daniel raised an eyebrow, as though the question were the most obvious thing in the world.
"What kind of question is that?"
Before she could come up with a cheekier response, Daniel stood and easily scooped her into his arms, carrying her bridal-style.
Her little cry of surprise melted into laughter. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him carry her down the hallway to the master bathroom.
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Later, already in the bathtub, the hot water enveloped them as Julie sat between Daniel's legs, her back resting against his chest.
She shifted her hips slightly, feeling his firm erection pressing against her skin. A mischievous smile spread across her lips.
"Looks like someone's already pretty excited," she whispered, tilting her head back.
Daniel leaned in, trailing slow kisses along the curve of her neck, feeling Julie's pulse racing against his lips.
His hands moved up her ribs, tracing her narrow waist before settling over her breasts.
"Look who's talking," he retorted, gently squeezing her already hardened nipples.
Their breathing grew heavier in the confined space. Julie turned around in the bathtub, making the water splash.
She straddled him and, keeping her eyes locked on his, began rubbing herself against Daniel's cock, enjoying the friction.
The kiss that followed was a hungry collision. Their tongues met, each seeking to dominate the other.
Thoroughly aroused, Julie reached beneath the water to guide him to her entrance, slowly lowering her hips.
The sensation drew a long, drawn-out moan from her that reverberated through the bathroom. Daniel let out a deep sigh of pure pleasure.
As Julie set the pace, rising and lowering herself with control, Daniel placed his hands on her ass. He massaged her soft buttocks, helping guide her movements, pulling her firmly against his hips with every deep thrust to maximize the impact.
The movement of the water created a rhythmic symphony.
Minutes later, Daniel's muscles tightened sharply as he came deep inside her, his breath catching in his throat.
Julie murmured something about how he was filling her to the limit, while her own inner walls pulsed, reaching climax in sync with him.
She collapsed against Daniel's chest. They remained connected, feeling their hearts pounding in unison.
That was when Daniel, still caressing the lower curve of her buttocks, deliberately slid his thumb around the cleft and lightly ran it over her anus.
Julie stiffened. The lethargy of the orgasm vanished in an instant. She lifted her upper body, breathing heavily as she stared at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion.
"What... what are you doing?"
"How about we try something different?" His voice remained low and unhurried, his lips close to her ear.
Julie's expression turned shy, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again.
"That's kind of... weird, Dan."
"Weird doesn't necessarily mean bad." A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "But it also doesn't mean you have to do anything just because I want to."
The trust between them mattered more than any new experience.
His answer seemed to ease some of the tension. Julie remained silent for a few seconds, considering the idea, until she realized that, surprisingly, she was curious, and she hesitantly agreed.
As soon as she gave her consent, Daniel's dick, which was still inside her, began to harden again.
Mentally purchasing lubricant for 20 coins, he poured a generous amount and spread it over his fingers.
"Relax. You're really tense. I'll start slowly."
He had no intention of having anal sex with her that day. He needed to prepare her first so she wouldn't experience pain.
Daniel positioned his slick index finger and applied gentle pressure. Slowly, giving her body time to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, he began sliding it inside.
His other hand remained steady around Julie's waist, and with a smooth motion, he resumed moving her up and down while his finger penetrated her anus, drawing a trembling sigh from her.
"How does it feel?" Daniel whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her wet skin.
"I... I don't know," she replied with her eyes closed.
'I don't know' is already a considerable victory compared to 'stop,' he thought.
Respecting her pace, Daniel didn't force a second finger. Instead, he gradually deepened the one already inside her, taking advantage of the generous amount of lubricant.
Little by little, Julie's tension eased. The slight discomfort gave way to an overwhelming rush of sensation.
Her moans began to grow louder, echoing through the bathroom. The simultaneous stimulation brought a sensation of pleasure she hadn't expected.
The ecstasy was so intense that her mouth fell open, a thin strand of drool slowly trailing from the corner of her parted lips.
She came violently, much faster than usual.
Daniel waited patiently, remaining still while her body trembled with violent contractions. When her breathing had stabilized slightly, he began thrusting his hips again, leaning forward and pulling one of her breasts toward his mouth.
He licked and sucked her nipple, quickening his own pace. It wasn't long before they both reached their final climax.
"That definitely wasn't what I expected," she murmured after catching her breath.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
She averted her gaze.
"I'm still deciding."
"Fair enough." He could tell she had genuinely enjoyed it, but he didn't call her out on it.
Shortly afterward, the two left the bathtub, dried themselves, and changed into comfortable clothes before heading to the kitchen. After all, the hunger was real, but the night was still young.
==== End R-18 ====
In the morning, as the first light began to touch the horizon, Tillie emerged from Colony House with measured steps. Her stooped, elderly frame contrasted with the alertness in her eyes as she surveyed her surroundings, moving along the side of the porch.
She knew exactly where she was going.
When she reached the railing, she found the cord in the same place where it had been left the night before. Tillie stopped to examine the white stone pendant for several seconds before slipping the cord into her pocket.
Before heading back, she cast a discreet glance around the porch, making sure no one had witnessed the small gesture. Satisfied that no one had noticed, she disappeared back into Colony House with the mysterious pendant in her possession, as though nothing unusual had happened.
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