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Geschreven door: MystikalZylen Categorie: Fictie Label(s): Gay, Horror, Jongen / Jongen, Murder, Non-Erotic, Teen, Teen Male / Teen Male Once again, this chapter is NON-EROTIC. It also contains content which may be unsuitable for some individuals. Read at your own risk. (But it's not too graphic) • • • • • • • • • • • I peered over the pillow I had clutched to my body, ready to pull it up to cover my eyes if anything popped up. The movie was horrifying, but that was most likely due to the fact that I'm a huge wuss. I glanced over to my friend Camille, who's eyes were also fixated on the tv screen. I focused back on the movie just in time to witness a girl trip. How cliché. However, someone quickly helped her up and she seemed relieved, until it was revealed it was the murderer who had done so. Her smile instantly vanished as the man swung his blade. "HEY!" Camille and I screamed in unison, both grabbing at each other. "Oh man! Too funny!" The person laughed. I turned around in the sofa and was met with the perp, Camille's twelve year old brother. "Ugh, Daniel." I muttered while rolling my eyes. "My nerves were hypersensitive because of the movie." I said as I motioned to the ongoing film. "That's the only reason you were able to scare me." "Uh-huh. Of course." He smirked, then looked at his sister. "And you?" She laughed before saying, "Same thing Zylen said. We were focused on the movie." Daniel rolled his eyes. "Okay? Whatever, I was still able to scare you." He began walking to the stairs, but stopped at the bottom. "Oh, the blonde dude, he survives." This evoked groans from both Camille and I. "Because he's the killer and he gets away with it." "Daniel, you're such a twerp!" Camille screamed as Daniel's footsteps could be heard running up the stairs. She then turned to me and smiled. "Sorry he ruined it." I shrugged. "It's okay. It was dragging on a bit anyway." I stood up from the couch and pulled out my phone. 11:43 "I should get going." I was making my way to the front door when Daniel came back downstairs hauling ass. "Holy crap! Guys, I-I-I-" Camille's eyes grew concerned. "What the hell, Daniel. Spit it out." My body froze as Daniel looked pale, and whatever it was he saw had him sputtering. "Tr-Tr-Trish! Next door! Someone's in her room! I saw through the windows!" He spat out. Camille looked at him confusedly, but remained where she was. I'm not brave, but I had to see what Daniel was rambling on about, so I hurried upstairs. Camille and Daniel took the initiative and followed after me. I slowed down as I neared Daniel's room, and walked over to the window cautiously. I looked out it and over to Trish's window which was parallel to Daniel's across the yard between the houses. "I don't see anything. The lights are off." Camille stated as she stood next to me and peered out the window. Just as she said that, the lights turned on. I concentrated on the window and let out a huff when I saw movement. "What'd you see?" Daniel asked from the doorway. I shook my head as I continued to stare. Then, Trish came into view as she stumbled over from beside the window. She turned toward the window and looked at us. I was momentarily relieved, that is, until she opened her mouth. Something poured out of her mouth as she leaned against her window. The liquid smeared as she slumped to the ground, leaving evident red smudges. "What..." Camille mumbled as she brought a hand to her mouth. I wasn't able to pry my eyes off of the window, unable to process the images I was seeing. I saw quick movement and then.. a figure came into view. My eyes followed up their body until they laid upon the face of the person. Their masked face. They swiftly picked up Trish and pressed her against the window. Camille let out a scream as Trish was thrown out the window, her body loosely hitting the ground. Camille backed away from the window and went over to Daniel who was now bawling his eyes out. I stood still, the person across the yard staring at me. I quickly looked down to fish my phone from my pocket, but when I looked back up, the person was gone. My heart plummeted, but I hurriedly dialed the cops. The line only rang twice before it was answered. "Nine-one-one, where's your emergency?" "Fourteen eleven, Hillbend Drive. Th-there was a murder." • • • • • • • • • • ....So, as I said earlier, this is pretty much an introduction chapter to the series. If you even consider it that since it's pretty short. Well, I wanted to attempt writing something different, mostly because I was inspired by MTV's Scream. Lol. But, this is a story that'll involve Gay Sex! :D ⠀ ....Also, I might alternate from first person (possibly even between characters) and third person. I'll see once I start writing more of the story⠀ ....So, what'd you guys think? I hope this isn't too different for you guys. /: Hope y'all leave comments though (:.⠀ • • • • • • • • • • 1 You might like one of the following stories: The Flaming Tongue(16 minuten)Dagboek - Dom / sub, Erotica Early morning religious and sexual experience is encountered by young photographer to her delight results in PTSD Soft Cuck(<10 minuten)Waargebeurd - Cuckold, Overspel, Vrouw I begin to explore the concept of "soft cucking", when the man and woman dance around the giant dick in the room, and what it's there for. Beach Blanket Bang(16 minuten)Fictie - Exhibitionisme, Group Sex, Jong, Maagd, Pijpen, Vrouw Horny swinger couple get to break in a virgin in a big way. My Night at the West Lake Inn, Part 4 and End(18 minuten)Fictie - Drugs, Exhibitionisme, Reguliere sex, Voyeur The number of times I have had sex, the number of different men with whom I have had sex, the number of different locations in which I have had sex, the number of people I have watched have sex, all of it, in my twenty three years of life, had not prepared me for this. The situation on this night during which sex was had, was beyond anything that my life up to this point in time, could have, would have, or should have prepared me to possibly imagine. My Night at the West Lake Inn, Part 3(21 minuten)Fictie - Drugs, Exhibitionisme, Reguliere sex, Voyeur The number of times I have had sex, the number of different men with whom I have had sex, the number of different locations in which I have had sex, the number of people I have watched have sex, all of it, in my twenty three years of life, had not prepared me for this. For this night. For the sex on this night. The situation on this night during which sex was had, was beyond anything that my life up to this point in time, could have, would have, or should have prepared me to possibly imagine. | ||||