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Here is a story I wrote a long time ago.. the rest of it is in my site too.

Campfire tales of Lake Tenebrous

Chapter 1

She jogged quietly down the dirt path through the woods. The coolness of the fall air blowing through her short blonde hair, autumn leaves floated down around her in a gently cascading dance. Tunes from Enya flowed from her cd player as she coasted along at a steady pace.

Something was awakening in the quiet lake beside her, rising itself from the dark cold waters. It stretched, pushing waves to rise up onto the shore barely feet from the jogging woman. A long thin antenna-like object rose slowly from the water, it smelled the air around it, seeking something, something it had not had in many many decades.

It floated about, leaning in the gentle winds, following something it tasted, smelled. Lead by an instinctive need, it traveled onto shore. Its length grew as it traveled, snaking from the water and rustling through the trees until it was in the path of the moving smell. It lay in the soft dirt and waited.

Tammy hummed a bit to herself, her legs finally starting to feel the gentle ache she welcomed. Soon she would be coming into sight of the road again, and then she would turn back towards her cabin home. She adjusted her sports bra under her abundant breasts, and suddenly tripped. Her hands flew out to catch her fall as the root that had tripped her wrapped around her ankle.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” she shouted as she slammed into the ground. Twisting around she pulled her scratched hands off the ground and sat on her bottom, just as she looked down to see what was on her ankle, it tugged. Suddenly it twisted more tightly around her ankle and reaching up grabbed the other one.

“Oh my God…” her voice was a whisper as it tugged a bit harder. She pulled against it, and it tugged harder. “Le..go!” she screamed at it and reached for something to smack it, but suddenly it was ripping her through the woods. Branches and roots dug into her skin as it pulled her, faster and faster across the cold damp forest floor. She covered her face and screamed as small cuts and bruises began to cover her whole body.  Suddenly, it stopped, water pushed over her legs in small waves, and the tentacle that wrapped around her ankles ceased moving. She pulled at it, it held her ankles tightly, and sitting up she winced at the bruises on her back and bottom.

Reaching down she tried to untangle it from her, the course skin-like material wouldn’t budge. She grabbed a nearby rock and smacked it; it still didn’t budge and seemed unhurt. She stared at, and in her desperation to remove this one danger, she failed to see the next one.

Rising up from the water was an army of thicker, wider, black antenna-like tentacles, they moved quietly and swiftly towards the girl. Her clothes ripped and torn added to the scent they followed. Driven by a carnal need, a hunger long since fulfilled. Large beady eyes, dark and red, rose up behind them; blinking in the fading sunlight it watched the girl struggle. Her desperate tugging enticed him, and he pushed the flowing limbs forward faster.