Chapter 1 : Mountain Glenn

Following that fateful discussion with your mother at the park , you simply accepted your fate , that you were going to Roxford University in the United Monarchy come this fall , whether it was your decision or not. You lamented for a time , both at your mother's inability to empathize with your point of view , and the fact that you'll be far a way from home , friends and most importantly your mother. Regardless of whether she can handle herself , you worry about that woman and fear that her ambition that drives both you and her to higher and higher peaks , may eventually come to damage her health. She doesn't let it show , but having lived in the same house as her for the past eighteen years , you can tell she has been becoming more and more stressed lately. You can't tell whether it's in regards to you and being shipped off to a foreign country , the stress of her high status job or both. You couldn't imagine being in her shoes , you're pretty sure the job she has, coupled with being a mother and her typical strict , icy demeanor , sucked all the fun out of her a long time ago. You can't even remember the last time she smiled, laughed or had fun for that matter . Heh , you doubted fun was even in that woman's vocabulary. Which is why you were pleasantly surprised and utterly baffled when she said that as both a parting gift and an award for your acceptance into Roxford, that she had planned a three day camping trip cross state , just you and her.

" Excuse me mom ? Can you repeat that again ?" You uttered out , trying your best to make sense of the situation.

" Have you got wax in your ears young man ? I said I took a few days off from work. So that you and I can go on a camping trip I planned . Is there a problem with that ?" Your bombshell mother stated sternly , as she crossed her arms under her mammoth , watermelon sized jugs, their tender , white flesh distending lewdly against the push upwards of her forearms .

Firstly spewing up and then lurching over her slender , arms before their sheer, full , tear drop shaped , hefty size , nearly enveloped them whole. The action of which sent them burgeoning even tighter against her struggling white dress shirt , causing them to lewdly outline each of her fat , tender , full , overripe melons in their tear drop shaped slope , pushing the last few bottom buttons to their last seams , and causing a generous amount of titillating, supple , milky flesh to burst out of the top two , threatening your vision of her collar bone , and quivering vigorously with fat in that moment. The dancing yellow rays of sun's first light , perfectly encapsulated her silhouette in the pristine white kitchen, where the conversation took place. Obscenely dramatizing the flare of her large , wide , thick set child bearing hips , thin waist , narrow shoulders and long , full shapely legs. Given her the appearance of almost and angel , however with ridiculous proportions like that , she'd be more akin to a succubus.

" No ! No problem at all mom . Its just...... What's the occasion ? With all due respect , you aren't the type to take the day off from work." You replied sheepishly , still trying to wrap your head around the situation.

" Well considering you just graduated and got accepted into Roxford , that would be occasion enough. But lately I've realized that I'm about to send you off to a foreign country , and would like to spend a bit of quality time with my son. If your so inclined to know my motive." Your mother started off gingerly , and motherly sounding before the distinct icy cold , strict , no nonsense twang came back to her voice as she relayed her motive.

Havin heard those words even with her cold finish , your heart delighted , maybe she was more perceptive about your emotions than she let on to be . Or maybe it was just the business woman in her , saying hard working employees need to be rewarded. Either way you were excited to finally get to spend some quality time with your mother , without work distracting her or school you. That was until you both arrived at your destination.

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Your first indication , that this trip wasn't going to be as enjoyable as you thought , was the curious amounts of winding dirt roads , off the beaten path, you had to take to get to the damn nature reserve . The second was the , parking lot which didn't do much to quell your nerves either , if you could even call it a parking lot that is. It was more like a large patch of dirt that had been cleared of its greenery , for the most part , after all you could see a few patches of overgrown weeds splotching themselves across its area , not to mention the large amounts of shrubbery and tall trees that encapsulated the entire venue , that gave a strong feeling of isolation , and that you were far away from any civilization. Adding to this was the fact that you were out of state , and the area was iffy in terms of phone signal, putting you in a greater state of unease. However , given these string of red flags , what truly set you on edge about this place , was the large , decrepit wooden sign that denoted the venues name. A crooked thing , that stood about thrice your size , a large rectangular cut of jagged wood , sitting atop a slender pole , written on it the name Mountain Glenn Nature Reserve.

A name that ran shivers down your spine, you had heard of this place an not in a fond manner. For the last several decades it has been the sight of a dozen disappearances , weird sightings and haunting stories. Why it wasn't just five years ago that you heard a story in middle school from a friend as his uncle who went up there to see the sights . He relayed how he felt like he was being watched , and the forest was deafeningly quiet , not a chirp , rustle of bush , or squeak , save for the chilling sound of the wind rustling the leaves of the trees high above their heads. But what truly took the cake of his chilling account , was what he claimed to see high up in the trees as they exited the reserve. A tall , lanky , hairless , biped , with pale grey skin , and jagged elongated hands with sharp claws. He said it stood on a branch most of its upper features concealed by winding leaves , he said it seemed as if it were watching them as they took their leave , vanishing as soon as he began to try and focus in on it's details.

You chuckled remembering , how scared you were at that tale , and how as you grew older you simply chalked the last part up to theatrics , and him trying to get a scare out of you , should you have ever found yourself here. Still , thinking about it now , you couldn't help but lament that it was a success, with all that red flags set off today , that creeping thought can't help but stay in the back of your mind. For a brief moment , you thought how if that supposed mythical beast should exist , it would help explain the strange sightings , the feeling of being watched and disappearances that the FBI haven't been able to crack. You shuddered , recalling the man who's wife went missing along with her two sisters here three years prior , you saw how he wept like a mad man on the news broadcast , begging anyone to find them . He eventually must have set off in search of them as well , going missing himself a few days later.

Your mom was an intelligent woman for sure , but damn was she oblivious when it came to anything outside her work , exercise and fitness and your school. You mentally face palmed yourself , thinking she must have just choose the cheapest reserve and called it there. So much for quality mom-son time , no you have to spend the entire trip watching your backs, after all , there was no convincing her to turn around after all the gas , she expended to get there. Exacerbating your annoyance , fear and frustration even more , was your mother's choice of attire for the trip.

Having never gone camping before , you'd have expected her to wear something a bit more al weather , however , her outfit was the opposite. She wore a bright red , sleeveless tank top , whose hem cut off just above her navel , revealing her porcelain , taut midriff and slim cut waist. The shirt like many other burgeoned , groaned and buckled , at the **** of the sheer size and weight of her fat , milkable udders. You could visibly see the top strain , as the rather thin strips dug into and displaced the flesh round her shoulders off the side , at the behest of her heavy , round , full torpedoing busom, her bulging water melon sized fun bags carrying the fabric with them , greedily away from the other parts of her body. Her huge swells of tit flesh shooting out and burgeoning the fabric before drooping ever seductively , like low hanging over ripe fruit ready to burst at the reminder of gravity and their own weight. Creating a ridiculously deep , plunging neckline , from which a large sea of , of mountainous quivering tit flesh spewed out of an over , into her collarbones and off to the sides and front of the fabric , the top of her lacy black bra visibly poking out the top as well, why the article was stretched so far ,and her cleavage was so expansive that a few pockets of fat began to escape through the sides from which her arms slipped in , invading a bit of their space , and further emphasizing just how ineffective the article of clothing truly was. At this point a sudden movement , would send her large , milkable jugs , recoiling out of their confines , proudly into the air, quivering and wobbling enticingly , before falling down with a distinct maety smack unto her tight stomach. For most men what a lascivious sight that would be.

However , your dilemma was only just beginning. Moving downwards you noticed she wore an equally as woefully tiny , if not smaller , blue denim hot pants , that ended at just her upper thighs. The flare of her broad , thick baby factory hips nearly spelt the doom of the garment right there and then as it twisted and contorted the groaning fabric , struggling to contain their sheer berth , you could swear you saw the pulled seams screaming for help against the invasion of flesh , resulting in the two buttons that would normally , keep the fabric in one piece being undone , lewdly revealing to any one with eyes , a heavenly window of the creamy , soft , white flesh between her groin and waistband , her black racy panties , and their frills out in the open for every perverts , if this place had any , viewing pleasure. However rearing around to her rear , you quickly deduced that her hips weren't the only cause of the sad state of the article.

Your mouth fell agape , practically half of her juicy , round , wide , bubbly , basketball sized fat ass spilled out of the two leg holes of the small tight hot pants. They jutted proudly outwards , almost a foot in length and definitely several times that in width , before drooping immodestly and with heft unto her upper thigh directly beneath the pants. Like her breast bulging against the fabric lewdly outlining each perfect , tempting slappable , heart shaped , sea of fat she called ass cheeks as they pressed and stretched the fabric as far as possible. So defenseless was the item against the invasion of her swells of ass fat , that her bulging thick cheeks pushing outwards created a large top down window in which a mountain of her fleshy , plump backside escaped , they were more like well rounded hills. The amount so voluminous , that you could see the waistband of her panties as they slipped of her hips and were now stretched to the final seam against the wide , thick berth of her fat ass. The section meant to cover them , undoubtedly consumed in the deep, now sweaty crevice the two large , plump cheeks created where they meet , leaving an inexorable black hole in their wake. The bottom half fared no better as the cloth tightly clung to their huge , quivering , thickset mass, pushing them forcefully down and out through each foot hole, causing them to be visible in their , full , round engorged with fat , white goodness, bobbing , jiggling and swaying indecently with a sea of fat each step she took.

The rest of her outfit consisted of a pair of brown hiking boots ,and a military green backpack that held our medical supplies , and emergency equipment including a flare gun. The rest of the equipment was handled by you including the two duffle bags containing your tents, and the large knapsack that contained , the food and fire material. You were an athletic guy , but even this was enough to cause you to buckle , as you shook your mother's indecent attire from your mind and began to trudge along the smaller dirt path that lead to the receptionist and ranger's office, taking in the beautiful scenery on the way up.

Again another flag was raised in your mind as you made your way forward , arriving at the reception area , all you saw was a dinky , worn security booth with a blind old man , peering his head out the window . Shocking you and slightly infuriating your mom.

" Visitors ! Oh what a rare treat indeed." He chirped eccentrically, his worn brown visage and bushy grey mustache crinkling up into a welcoming smile.

Your mother marched up to meet the man , her huge , milkable udders and fat round ass jumping up and down obscenely as she did , before she parted her thick , full pouty lips and began speaking.

" Were her for the trail and camp site . " Your mom stated in her professional , bossy tone.

The man's ears perked up and twitched a little as he made not of your mom's feminine high pitched tone, before he began to speak.

" Campers too ! Oh ho haven't had them in near two years." He chirped once more , clearly elated that his job has some relevance still, flashing an even wider smile.

Seeing him up close , he's much as you'd expect any aged man to look , of short stature , a bit lanky and skinny , you could practically see his bulging veins and bones , sitting atop them a ruddy brown skin. He was dressed rather haggardly you noticed as well , an old , wrinkled white dress shirt , with patchwork from other material sewn in on the sides of the arm and where other holes seemed to have made themselves at home. And a brown dickies pants with the same mesh and as the shirt . His face was lived in and worn , with permanently shut eyes , thick bushy eye brows and mustache, thin chapped lips and a dozen or so liver spots peppering them. His dome completely ball save , for a few strands on the side of his skull. Not exactly what you would call welcome company at first glance , but his attitude more than made up for it.

" Alright dear I just need both your names." He said jovially , surprising you considering his lack of vision that he recognized you both there.

" Jason and Victoria Reyes." Your mom uttered in response rather flatly.

"Lovely names. " He tweeted , as he made a motion to seem like he was making a mental note of them.

" Ok. The trails just right behind this here booth. About a 2 mile trek, and at the top , you should meet our lovely little camping spot for all visitors. Now I trust you too know the rules , no travelling off the path , feeding or poaching the wildlife and damaging the path. If you do venture off the path , remember the park is in no way liable for your safety after. Now with that out of the way have a lovely trip you two." The man listed off expertly in his usual , cherry tone , as if he had done this a thousands time before , making an extra emphasis to warn you not to do anything stupid. Not that we would.

Your mother simply nodded and walked off to check the trail . Leaving you to thank the man for his service.

" Thank you sir." You chirped , trying your best to match his friendly tone.

" No problem sonny. Now I know with the net these days , you've probably heard some bad stuff about this place. But do an old man a favor and try not to let it get to you. Okay." He replied in the same tone as before , flashing you a wide smile and wiggling his bushy mustache to calm your nerves.

You smiled in turn and returned his gesture with an ok before heading off to meet your mom, who was now standing at the beginning of the path. Unbeknownst to you trudging your feet to her location , you were already being watched. The kind old man's eyes were now shot wide open , beady and black as he peered hi head out of the door , and eyed your mom's fat , overflowing ass cheeks hungrily , licking his lips as they spewed up into her hips and were squeezed down unto her thighs, before standing up right , showcasing a noticeable throbbing erection bulging out of his brown pants and disappearing in a cellar beneath his booth.

" Jason did you remember to get everything from the car ." Your mom stated as you two began to walk alongside one another. Her huge , creamy , milk tanks , bobbing up and down into her collar bone , quivering and rippling enticingly with fat as she did so , threatening to burst out of the top of her tank top.

" Yes mom ! " You replied candidly , a smile creeping on your face as your doubts about this place quickly died down . You were simply happy that you were gonna spend these three days with your mom.

Your elation however quickly turned to frustration as you slowly realized where your introverted nature came from. Your mother barely said a word , as you reached about halfway through your hike , and any attempt you made at conversation was shot down with a one word answer , or hmpph to suffice , irritating you greatly . This was supposed to be mother son bonding , but aside from the strenuous march and occasional mosquito bite , things were much the same as they were at home, save for your mom risky attire. You had both worked up a sweat , and while you tried to avoid your mom's fat wide , thick , full rump and humongous milkable tits that bobbed , wiggled , and quivered delectably with fleshy every step she took . You couldn't help but trace a small bead of sweat that had formed on her exposed lower back as it snaked it's way in between the dark crevice of her creamy , thick engorged , plush backside. You flushed with the heat of shame at her stacked figure , before thanking the good one above that you were alone for the rest of the trip thanks to this places notoriety, before lamenting at the exhaustive march and boorish company.

This anger would not last long however , as you began to feel a strange sense of unease. The forest was quiet , deftly quiet not a chirp , rustle or growl , save for the light clashing of leaves from the modest wind that had begun to blow. You shuddered in paranoia and self loathing as you remembered the middle school tale , and began to feel fear. You admonished your self in your head for feeling that way , even if the story was true , there is no way in hell the thing he saw was. It was just a tale after all , and this is probably all just one big coincidence , you thought. That idea quickly started to falter however , as a jolt of lightning ran through your system and a haunting , cold chill crept down your spine. You felt as if you were being watched. You stopped dead in your tracks , and spun your head around gazing at the trees intently , where you felt feeling emanate from. You tensed up and goose bumps shot across your entirety , as your eyes frantically darted left and right up and down. The story repeating itself over and over in your head. You could feel the cold sting of fear wash over , as what felt like a dozen eyes bore into your soul , your mom none the wiser.

We should turn back you thought, but before you could even suggest the idea , your mom began to speak.

" Your father loved hiking and camping. Did you know that ? Heh.....Every chance he got he'd invite me to go on a trip like this with him. But I'd always come up with some excuse about work or taking care of you..........That in the end he died before we even got to go on one. I wish he could see us know .....hahah..the smile he'd have on his face." Your mom softly beckoned out , her tone sullen and rife with grief as she began to speak to you about your deceased father , snapping you back from you fear induced anxiety attack.

" Mom ?" You questioned as she turned to face you and stare you directly in the eye.

" Look Jason I know I ain't the most sociable person. But I just want to say that I love you and I'm gonna miss you when you go off to Uni." She cooed in her rare motherly tone , wrapping her slender arms around you , before locking you both in a tight embrace , smothering her large , fat , overipe tits against your broad chest , filling that area with a beckoning warmth , as her overflowing flesh spewed unto and distended off to the sides your pecks , her puffy pink areola and nipples rubbing lightly , and teasingly against yours.

" I'll miss you too mom ." You replied equally as tenderly and somberly, before wrapping your arms around her admittedly sweaty back.

You stayed like this for a small but warm and comforting eternity before returning to your arduous trek without another word , but pleasant smiles on your faces. Having completely forgotten about the feeling of being watched throughout the entire ordeal.

After what felt like an hour or two of trekking, you had finally arrived at the camping ground the old man spoke of, it was late afternoon by the time you set out and now the sun was beginning to set . The place much like the parking lot , was a large circular barren patch of dirt in the middle of the mountain , a few weeds splotching its edges as the forest tries to return to its natural state of being , a few decrepit , wooden dining tables inter spliced around the area. They were clearly old, suffering from rot , and had several holes in the wood , not to mention some looked stained with bird feces and other animal droppings, causing you to heave at the thought of even touching them . Knowing full well that your mother would not relent to your notion of simply spreading a cloth on the ground and eating there , and would most certainly demand you clean one.

Still you were too tired to dwell on that thought long , dropping the bags containing the tents and food and water you had been carrying , and taking a knee in exhaustion on the ground. Your mom had the same idea taking a squatted position , tired as well, causing her huge breast to heave upwards , and quiver lewdly before plopping down with a slight smack and her tight hot pants to ride even higher up her fat , juicy , thick ass , resulting in even more round , supple tender flesh spewing out the bottom , at this point you weren't sure if your mother plump rear's modesty was protected at all by the pants. Lord know with the quiet of the forest , you had to **** yourself to tune out the small but audible lewd clapping of her fat ass , as her thickset , bubbly , basket ball sized, heart shaped cheeks , wobbled vigorously up and down and side to side before slapping into each other lightly with a lewd smack . Each time sending a micro increment of her gigantic backside spewing out the top of her trunks. She panted softly for a moment, catching her breath, before her cougar like bespectacled eyes locked unto you.

" Why don't you begin setting up the tents Jason and I'll try to start the fire ." She ordered , as she stood upright , sending her round , fattened , engorged watermelons , nearly bursting out of her neckline , before moving towards a large brick structure that resembled a fire place in the middle of the camp. Her large, thick hide bouncing obscenely with each step she took.

After about forty five minutes to an hour of setting up the sun had nearly completely given up it's light , and you had the tents set up , your mother the fire lit. Of which you both sat in pleasant silence, in the two lawn chairs you had brought, staring at , making idle conversation before supper.

" Heheh. Even though I made sure to raised you right. You always did have a little mischievous side I could never seem to stamp out. Still I guess that's what made you my son , and I eventually accepted it." Your mother chuckled lightly , her fat tits beckoningly jostling upward and forward with each heavy breath , as she relayed to you events about your shared past , you smiled in response.

" Anyhoo ! We should take a shower before starting to make food. The brochure did say there was a small bathroom in the campsite." Your mom chirped , obviously still jovial from the relaxing quietude of the forest and your company as she sprung up and began searching for the showers, her more than ample , swollen udders , recoiling upwards , pushing an even more delectable amount of flesh out of the strained top and more of her bra , half of which was now in view , along with her half a pinky sized , thick , puffy , stiffened nipples peeping directly at you , no doubt caused by the dropping temperature. You blushed at the sight.

She spun her body around , causing her lubricous curves to beckon , enticingly , before spotting the path that lead off to the showers , which sat a small distance away.

" Well I'll take mine first , keep the fire goin won't you dear." She tweeted once more , sauntering off to her tent , to grab a change of clothes and towel before heading off to the showers, leaving you with your thoughts.

You gazed at the dwindling orange sun , smiling contentedly at it , simply happy for the relaxation and heart warming conversation today brought. Your mother had planned the entire three day vacation out , tomorrow you were gonna visit all the reserve's attractions like the waterfall and lake , and on the final day , you'd both head into the town you saw a few miles before arriving here , for a day of exploration and fine dining. A prospect you couldn't fathom dealing with considering, your mom's latest choice of attire. Still you pushed those thoughts in the back of your mind and looked forward to tomorrow.

Eventually your mom returned from her shower in an outfit similar to the one she wore save for the red tank top being replaced for a white one and the blue hot pants a black one. Well that and the obscene and apparent lack of underwear. Her large tits swayed pendulously and even more vigorously thanks to the lack of a bra , the huge swells of supple flesh that spewed above her deep neckline and squeezed between the shirt's arm holes , quivered seductively with fat , with each swing of her thick set , broad baby making hips. The lack of a bra causing her two full , round , soft engorged torpedoes, to slope ever more slightly but even more seductively , the damp condition of the shirt resulting in it hungrily clinging to her engorged mammaries like a second skin , salaciously outlining their shape and giving you a picturesque view of her now clearly visible doughnut sized , puffy dusky areolas and thick , erect , throbbing nipples , that were about just the size of your pinky fingers and twice as fat.

Moving below the pants was in much the same condition as before , save for the place where her panties would rear their head being replaced by a window of delectable white flesh and her thick black pubic hair located just above her moist mound. Your mouth fell agape at the sight , you wondered if she felt cold and thanked the creator you were alone.

" You should go and get yours before the suns down Jason." She said plopping into the vacant lawn chair beside you , before working her arms around her free hanging , silky raven black hair and putting it into a loose pony tail. Giving her previous sensual, seductive look a more casual appeal.

" I'll start cooking up some grub okay babe." Your mom chirped once more , it was refreshing to see her in such a jovial state , the good one above knows it's rare.

You smiled and nodded in response before moving to your tent and grabbing a plain white T and black loose trunks. Taking the same dirty path she did , until you came upon worn , blue porta potties and a small square slab of concrete that looked like it could only hold one standing person. Above it a single rusty shower head , hanging from a tree connected to series of equally as rusted pipes that lead to a river nearby , the sound of rushing water faintly audible in the distance. You gasped in frustration at the poor lavoratory equipment , and flared with embarrassment , as the shower did little to hide anyone's modesty. You were practically showering nude, out in the open and now the cold. Your head spun in amazement , by the fact that your mother didn't seem to show an ounce of anger at the inadequate conditions , quite the opposite , she was smiling. She probably thought this was how all camping venues had their shower put up. You really had to thank the creators now , as you began to shudder at the thought of being up here with strangers and one of them stumbling on your mother's huge round, thick , fat rear or overipe engorged water melons in their exposed state. The flare of her porcelain wide, thick set hips and the sensual way in which her long raven black hair fell to the side of her sultry face and highlighted her dark features and pouty , full lips, would have been sure to send any red blooded straight man into a carnal frenzy , leading to him ignoring all cause of human decency and violating your mother.

Thankful you were indeed. You begun to strip and shivered slightly at the wind meeting your exposed bottom and modest pecker , before turning on the water and being met with a spine tingling , icy cold damp feeling as it drizzled over your body. It wasn't the worse feeling you experienced , but it certainly wasn't enjoyable either. Halfway throughout the bath however , your miserable feeling was replaced by a far more dreading and haunting one. Just like on the trail before , you could feel almost about a dozen eyes bore into you , causing you to tense up immediately. Your eyes narrowed as you frantically searched for where whatever is looking at you might be watching , sending even more shivers down your back and goose pimples across your skin. It wasn't just a regular gawk , it felt hateful , hungry , as if a predator were stalking it's prey. The uneasy air of dread that now filled atmosphere was only made more suffocating by the dwindling light of daytime, causing you to quickly switch of the shower and get dressed , drying off be damned. As you did so you heard a twig snap not too far off to your left in the bushes , causing you to leap back unto the dirty path and fast walk back to the campsite. The looming terror and lack of sound except for your baited breathing and the stomping of your feet made the journey feel lengthy and dooming , even though the showers were only a dozen and a half yards away , mid way through the jilted trek , you began to hear the crunching of leaves in unison with your steps , they trailed behind you at a safe but audible distance , sensing your distress, you weren't being watched now you were being followed. This caused you to burst into a jog and so did whatever was tailing you , resulting in you full on sprinting at that point , the thing doing the same.

You were quite literally scared shitless , as you booked it along the bends and curves of the beaten path , your muscles sore from the previous hike , you pushed pass the pain and **** them into top speed , as you could almost feel something breathing down your neck . Rounding a final curve you were met with the bright , inviting safe light of the fire as it radiated against the entrance to the bathrooms like the pearly gates. Causing your panted heart to breathe relief , you booked it for the finish line crossing into the well lit campsite, before stopping dead at the entrance to get a glimpse at what was chasing you. Nothing. The sounds , the twigs , crunching leaves , footsteps, nothing, you heard , as you bent over on your knees and caught your breath. It was almost as if you had dreamed up the entire thing in fear induced paranoia , and perhaps you did considering your exhaustion. However nothing could mimic that feeling of being bored into , you know it to be true and as such that thought swirled in the back of your head for the rest of the night.

The rest of the day was uneventful.

Aside from the traumatizing scare , the rest of the night was peaceful , you and your mom ate some bacon and bread and continued your idle , heart warming chatter , until you both grew sleepy and retired to your tents, throughout the entire ordeal , you couldn't shake the unnerving feeling of being stalked. This emotion only being further reinforced by what transpired next.

You awoke , groggily , to the sound of rummaging near the perimeter of the camp site , startling you out of your sleepy stupor. You recoiled and shivered in fear as you remembered the shower incident not moments prior , but you needed to confirm your paranoia and assess whether you and your mom were in danger. Shakely you reached for the zipper that sealed your modestly sized tent and zipped it down until you could peer your head out. Sticking it out , once again you saw nothing and heard only the sound of grasshoppers and frogs. This stunned and frightened you, just moments ago , it was deafeningly quiet , the only sound was rummaging and now the forest was alive once more. Normally you'd just chalk it up to a racoon or something , even a bear. But considering today's events , you were now uncertain.

With nothing noteworthy to get alarmed about you reluctantly zipped back up your tent and laid your head to rest. You must have slept for a brief thirty minutes , before being awoken to the sound of the same rummaging and quiet , dark forest. On reflex and now certain it wasn't your imagination , you quickly peeped your head out again. Once more finding nothing. This dance between you and whatever was disturbing your slumber continued for about another hour. As you laid your head to rest it began again. Peeping out , nothing to be seen or heard. That was until you slipped back into your tent and pretended to rest waiting for the sound. An so said so done , the rummaging began again , and you quickly bolted your head out , unprepared for what you saw next.

The dark , cloudy night obscured much of its figure , save for it's beady menacing glowing red eyes and tall janky outline , that stood upright , it's arms and legs humanoid , save for it's long reptile like claws , that you now noticed were clutched unto the duffle bag that had most of your food and water. It held it up to it's face rifling through its contents and consuming what it thought edible. You gazed in frozen horror as it chomped away at your jerky and your mom's granola bars , before it stopped abruptly and spun it's head to look directly at you, it's red eyes giving you the same penetrating feeling you felt on the trail and in the shower. You locked gazes for a brief moment , as your mouth fell agape and you felt a wetness begin to form near your crotch. The monster sensing your fear and gaze , elicited a feral hiss before dropping the bag and slowly disappearing into the shadow and woodland. You stared at it until you could no longer make it out or hear it , before plopping down unto your back , teeth chattering and groin wet , unable to comprehend what you just saw , and the primal terror , it instilled in you .

For the rest of the night and until the birds began chirping at first light you did not sleep , you sat in your tent , swallowed by fear, a single question on your mind.

What was that ?

Remembering its piercing stare near inhuman hands and horrid hiss.

You did not intend to find out , you and your mother weren't spending a single second here any longer , you both had to leave.

Authors Note:

Normally I finish all my chapters and quality check them before publishing all at once , but with this side story , I wanted to try it a little different and release on a chapter by chapter basis. To see whether y'all like that or my previous way better ( Feel free to let me know in the comments, if you are so inclined.)

Secondly , I am currently in the midst of writing chapter two and wanted to incorporate what readers want to see next in chapter , provided it's reasonable and fits the story. So if you're interested, leave a comment , and the best one or one that peaks my fancy might be included. Don't worry about being too depraved , provided it doesn't violate CHYOA guide lines.