wishpers behind tha darkness

Chapter 1: The Shortcut to Hell --- The forest road was narrow, wrapped in shadows that stretched like long, cold fingers. Daniel gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I told you we should’ve stayed on the highway,” he muttered, shooting a quick glance at Saim, who sat beside him in the passenger seat — her legs up on the dash, her lips curled in a teasing smile. “But this way is more... exciting,” she whispered, brushing his thigh with hers. He chuckled, but there was tension in his jaw. They’d been dating for a year now — a chaotic, passionate, messy love story. From rooftop kisses to fights in the rain, Saim and Daniel weren’t the typical couple. They thrived in drama, in desire... in danger. But tonight felt different. Earlier, they had checked into a resort in the hills — a romantic getaway to escape their city life. A wine bottle, candles, and tangled bedsheets later, Saim had dared Daniel: "Let’s drive through the old forest road. They say it’s haunted.” And now, here they were. The trees outside thickened, their tops bending toward the road like eavesdropping giants. “I swear I saw something move,” Daniel said, slowing the car. Saim leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers drawing slow circles on his chest. “You scared, babe?” “No. Just... on edge.” She kissed his neck softly. “Want me to distract you?” Daniel smirked, pulling over to the side. As the engine stopped, silence swallowed the car. Even the wind seemed to hush. Saim climbed into his lap, straddling him in one smooth move. Her breath was warm on his face. “I love when you get all tense,” she whispered. “Makes me want to... bite.” “Is that a threat or a promise?” he murmured, kissing her. Their lips collided with urgency. Her hands slipped under his shirt. His fingers tangled in her hair. But just as heat filled the car, something thudded — loud and sharp — against the window. They froze. Daniel looked out, heart racing. “Probably a branch,” Saim whispered, though her voice shook slightly. He opened the door, stepping into the night. The forest was silent. Still. Too still. Then — a flicker. A figure? No… just the trees, swaying slightly now. He turned back — the car interior glowing dimly with the overhead light, and Saim’s silhouette frozen, watching him. “Get in,” she called. “It’s creepy out there.” He nodded, but before he could close the door — he saw it. A man. No... not quite a man. Just beyond the trees stood a tall figure. Pale. Shirtless. Eyes glowing faintly. Not moving. Just watching. Daniel’s voice caught in his throat. He blinked — and the figure was gone. “Saim—” “I saw him too,” she said, already climbing into the back seat. “Drive. Fast.” He jumped in and hit the gas. Gravel flew. Their breaths were heavy. Not from lust anymore, but fear. “What the hell was that?” she asked. Daniel didn’t answer. He just drove. But the road wasn’t ending. It twisted and looped. Again and again. He checked the GPS — no signal. “How are we not out of here yet?” he said. “We’ve been driving for thirty minutes!” “Daniel... look.” Ahead of them was a sign. “Welcome to Pineshade — Population: 0.” They hadn’t passed this before. Except… they had. Five times. Saim’s hands gripped his arm. “We’re stuck.” Daniel stopped the car. They sat in silence, heartbeats like war drums. A soft knock came from the rear windshield. Neither of them turned. Then… another knock. Louder. Then fingers — long, crooked — slapped against the glass. Daniel turned, fists clenched — but the back seat was empty. The window? Clean. “What the—” he whispered. Saim suddenly grabbed his hand. “Daniel… your neck…” He touched it. Wet. Sticky. Blood. --- TO BE CONTINUED…