We entered a room with a big table and a number of chairs positioned around it.

Dave went on and sat at one of the chairs, with Mr. Honasson going for a seat beside him, and logically I sat across from them.

Dave then let out an annoyed sigh and looked at Mr. Honasson.

“So, you are telling me he was just dropped off at your place? In the middle of the forest? And he was completely naked? Does he have any visible stitches on him?”

“That was the least of my worries at the time, but no — he didn’t have any, only a bloodied nose”

Said Mr. Honasson as his fingers drummed on the table.

Hearing that — Dave seemed even more annoyed.

“Well, there goes the somewhat probable reason for our guest here, alright let's hear you out, do you remember anything before you got here?”

Waiting for this moment I started telling them my story, and with each detail, Dave’s brows furrowed more and more, when I finally finished talking — there was only silence.

It took a minute or two for Dave’s brain to finally process my story.

“Ok, this is certainly out of my hands to deal with, I’ll have to contact state police.

Jack, sorry to ask you for it — but you know we don’t have any resources to keep him here. You’ll have to house him for a few days before the cavalry arrives and takes him off our hands, I’ll visit every day to make sure everything is fine before that.

Oh, and you — sorry for not asking that before, what’s your name?”

“I-It’s Jonas, Jonas Foltum”

Dave quickly wrote it down on a napkin he pulled out of his pocket.

“Good, Now … Just go along, I’ll come around after I hear from the state police”

As we started standing up Dave stopped Mr. Honasson.

“I need a moment to talk with you, kid — can you wait with the receptionist?”

I didn’t question it and walked out of the room.

When I reached reception I just quietly sat down on one of the benches and waited.

I’d been sitting there for 20 or so minutes before Mr. Honasson finally appeared.

We then quietly walked back to the house, yet again being greeted by my blood on the road.

“Alright, My shift at the bar starts in 15 minutes, so you'll have to be alone for the evening.

Don’t open the door to anyone other than me or Dave”

With those words, Mr. Honasson opened the house door, handed me the keys, and turned back around.

It was getting pretty dark at this point so it looked like he simply dissolved into the forest.

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With my newly gained appreciation for light, I quickly entered the house and locked the door.

Finally, I had some time to think about what had transpired so far.

I suspected my mad ramblings didn’t quite convince anyone, they probably thought I was drugged — but it makes no sense for someone to kidnap me and then just drop me off in the middle of nowhere.

The situation I was in wasn’t even physically possible, my aunt lived In Florida, but I got dropped off here — at nowhere, Texas.

All that wandering through the Void, but here only two hours have passed.

With my brain seemingly melting I decided to take my thoughts off the matter.

I hobbled about the house for a minute before I found the living room.

Seeing a couch I ran in and landed on it, then I fished the remote for a TV from between the pillows.

Seeing how I didn’t have my phone with me I decided that it was the best solution for my boredom.

With a push of a button TV lit up.

On it was a menu selection with some soap operas, noticing that the TV was in DVD player mode I turned it back to normal.

I was instantly taken to a fishing channel, my father went fishing with me many times, but I never understood the point of doing it just for enjoyment.

Changing channels a few times I happened to come across the news channel.

At that moment the only emotion you could read on my face was fear.

The reporter was talking about mass disappearances of people across America, and to the side of the screen there was a counter, and the numbers were rapidly going up.

And then just before the number hit the six digits the screen picture warped and wobbled as a high-pitched noise filled my ears before the TV and all the lights in the living room turned off.

To say I was freaked out at that moment would be pretty accurate.

I climbed over the couch and hid behind it like I was expecting something to come out of the TV.

What I got scared more of was that I was semi-accurate in my judgment — I peaked around the couch, all the lights in the room at that moment had gone dark, and from under the TV crawled out what looked like a bunch of black goo.

As it bubbled out on the floor before it quickly gained more humanoid stature.

Its face was a bare human skull with some inscriptions carved into its forehead.

Sludge poured from its empty eye sockets, and apart from its face — it was fully covered in this dark substance.

I tried to back up slowly to the stairs, and that was when I stepped on one of the creaky boards.

What followed was a howl from the creature, it then turned in my direction and flailed its arm.

If you thought it wouldn't be able to reach me from across the room you would be completely wrong.

The arm stretched — wrecking anything and everything in its path.

I was lucky to avoid it as I jumped out through the doorway.

I scrambled to the stairs, and as I did more lights had gone out — I could feel it behind me, and it wasn’t the only thing about it I could sense, its screech was like someone was flinging a bunch of knives at the chalkboard.

As I turned the corner I could see it running up the stairs, and right into the wall — breaking it in the process.

Then there was silence, I knew I shouldn’t have, but I still inched over to the hole in the wall that the monster had left behind.

When I looked out — I could see the forest not far in the distance, and as I looked down from the side of the house I saw the monster, or at least all that was left of it — the bubbling substance the creature was made out of, and a bunch of broken bones lying among it.

A singular tentacle sprouted from the goo and then lunged in my direction — knocking the breath out of me before it coiled around me and pulled.

I landed right in the middle of the sludge, and as I looked up — the creature was quickly reforming.

I desperately backed away, only to hit the wall behind me.

It screeched at me so loudly that I thought my eardrums would pop, and while doing so it raised its arms up into the air — both of them stretching higher than the house.

In desperate instinct, I held out my arm — as if it would stop what would be coming down on me while having my eyes closed as I could only hear the roof tiles, wood, and bricks breaking apart above me before it all came to a sudden stop.

When I opened my eyes I saw the creature as it was pierced by countless black spikes that surrounded it in a semi-circle.

It wailed and with every movement it did — the spikes drove deeper and deeper into it.

And then — a new spike appeared from the ground and shattered its skull.

All the goo fell to the ground and seemingly seeped into it along with the spikes, only leaving behind a bunch of bones.

I was gasping for air, while at the same time, tears were flowing from my eyes.

I swear I thought someone was talking near me despite the ringing in my ears, as the noise receded I realized that there was someone shouting from around the house.