I wrote this cause Nubulater said i short change him in roles in my stories. The fact remains, I short change EVERY PSR person who has longer names. It saves me time to type in the name Soul repeatedly, than say Lord Cornelius. Plus I often misspell the longer names, either through ignorance or the spell check. So if you ever come back to us Nub's... here you are!
Lewisburg, West Virginia
The rustic rancher that sat in the middle of Greenbrier Forrest was dark, silent. Inside, its lone occupant lay prone on the family room, trying to be one with the living room floor. This individual hoped that if he laid perfectly still, often at times holding his breath, hoping that he could somehow be invisible. Their phone was just a few feet away on the nearby sofa, but the fear that seized them was so powerful, even the thought of reaching for it seemed like an overwhelming endeavor. To this individual, if they closed their eyes and didn’t move, they just might be able to make it through the night.
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2021 7:04:22 GMT -8 by Dark Eagle
It was supposed to be the perfect getaway for three caring siblings, who were desperate for a break after losing their uncle. In the beginning, it was living off its initial hype of being perfect. However, the first sibling to show up was able to get not only a great deal on his rental, but their good fortune also extended to the Airbnb for reasons that would ultimately become apparent.
“THE PERFECT SIBLING GETAWAY!” said the driver of the white 2022 Tesla, which pulled noiselessly into the driveway of the rustic cabin rancher at 231 Greenway Drive. When its occupant stepped out, he quickly removed his sunglasses, revealing a smile like a child pulling through the gates of Disney World. The 2500 foot rancher, which was situated five turns off the main arterial in the Greenbrier Forest woods, was absolutely stunning. Nodding his head approvingly, Nubulater was utterly blown away at the raw elegance that stood before him. To Nubulater, the owner of this Airbnb did not oversell this property one iota. Nubulater’s head swiveled back and forth, taking in the entire home with such joy, such admiration, it was like he was walking into a brand new property that was already his.
“5-2-6-7-1…” Nubulater said to himself repeatedly on his way to the combination door lock. Several failed attempts later, Nubulater finally was able to open the front door. “Gee, hope I’m never in a situation where I need to open this door quickly.”
Once inside, if Nubulater thought the home’s exterior was mind-blowing, the inside did not let him down at all. Each room had some sort of blue/white color motif decorated with a modern naval theme, each room containing some kind of figurine from this nation’s military past. In the main family room, which was twice the size of Nubulater’s at home, a sixty-five-inch flatscreen sat perfectly over the fake fireplace, which almost obscured the replica crisscrossing naval swords. Before that, television was a large brown sectional that separated the family room from the main hallway. Nubular continued his quick tour of the house, stopping at the rear sliding door that led to the massive, fenced-in backyard. In the middle of the backyard, a white, fairly-size above-ground pool just begged him to take a dip. That is, until Nubulater looked inside, which caused his face to scowl and contort, as water the color of broccoli soup stared back at him. When Nubulater found a bedroom that led to the back patio of the backyard, he decided to make it his own, as he envisioned himself exited the house in the middle of the house for a smoke break. Nubulater briefly did consider the elegant master bath. Still, he figured he would go to his sister, Diveb|tch, because that’s what a respectable brother does. The final bedroom on the other side of the house was brother Vikes’s. Nubulater’s other two siblings would have to wait until later tonight to enjoy the home themselves personally.
The plan was for all three siblings to arrive at once. Still, as luck, or in this case, bad luck would have it, Vikes and Diveb|tch missed their earlier flights coming out of Philadelphia, which meant that Nubulater would have to spend the first afternoon alone.
Nubulater unpacked his things, quickly settling in. Afterward, he felt like the most productive thing to do was do a Walmart run, picking up various misc items for the home like random snacks, soda, and chips. Nubulater asked both siblings if they wanted anything special, only for Vikes to ask for a left-handed dinner fork. Nubulater felt like for actually asking a Walmart stock boy where the left-handed dinner forks were located. When the stock boy gave him an odd look, Nubulater realized right away that his prankster brother had gotten over on him again. “He gets me every time,” Nubulater sighed.
Nubulater was able to get back to the rental in under an hour. Once back, he hopped on the sofa, quickly inhaled the cheap microwave meal from Walmart, and was seconds from comfortably embracing the Sandman who wished to escort his body to another place when he snapped out of it. “If I nap now, I’ll be up all night!”
Minutes later, Nubulater stepped outside the rancher, and although he walked towards his Tesla, he never pulled on the door handle, instead of continuing till he got to the roadway. Nubulater decided that he’d fight off his fatigue by taking a stroll into the local woods, something he hadn’t done since he was a child when years since his uncle Blue disappeared in a Coopers Rock Forrest, some one-hundred miles away. Nubulater could hear his father scolding him and his siblings like it were yesterday, “Boy, no matter what you do… don’t go out in those woods, especially at night! Your Uncle Blue went out one day… and never came back. No, go inside and get me a beer! “
Nubulater looked up upward at the setting sun before looking even further into the distant heavens above, “I’m grown now, dad, besides… I’ll be back before it gets dark.”
When two hours passed, Nubulater realized he had passed the same tree four times because of its etched carvings that crudely stated: “ER loves Ricky S” he could hear his father yelling at him again.
“I can’t believe I’m friggin lost!” Nubulater said to himself before checking his phone and again confirming that his phone didn’t have a signal. “F this! I’m just going to pick a direction and just go!”
And that’s precisely what Nubulater did, and to his luck, he didn’t see the same carved tree again. Instead, he started seeing the recognizable tree and bush formations that he remembers seeing on his way entered the woods. Still, this time, they were on the other side of him. This was such a relief to him, especially considering the sun was almost entirely set, and he had nearly exhausted all his energy. By Nubulater’s calculation, he should be back to the rancher in less than thirty minutes. He thought he was in the home stretch until a specific sound behind him and to the right caused him to turn over his shoulder quickly.
“Nothing!” Nubulater assured himself when he turned and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
The second time Nubulater heard a series of decayed branches and leaves crackle and crunch before him, this time even closer than the last. Nubulater spun around even quicker, and this time, his eyes locked in on something that didn’t sit right with him. About twenty-five yards to his rear, a brownish, dark-grey tree was about four feet wide. But that wasn’t what started to make his knees suddenly feel unstable. That wasn’t what made his teeth suddenly chatter, even though it was a comfortable seventy-seven degree. What made Nubulater suddenly uneasy was the black mass that was behind the tree. Although Nubulater couldn’t make out any details, everything about this scenario screamed to him that something wasn’t right.
“Probably just stupid kids!” Nubulater said to himself dismissively, although the immediate quickening of his pace demonstrated that his actions did not mimic his thoughts. When Nubulater heard it a third time, this time even closer, he didn’t even turn around, as he could barely make out the white Tesla in the distance. Luck would have it that it only took two attempts to get past the mechanical door lock. Once inside, Nubulater closed and door, his eyes staying glued on its light-blue to it in anticipation of a knock that never came. “Probably just stupid kids.”
Nubulater made it to the sectional, threw his feet up as he turned the tv on, and was asleep before he put any conscionable thought on what was actually on.
When Nubulater woke up from his slumber, shocked that his quick nap ended up almost being a full slumber as five hours had passed. If it weren't for the flickering light coming from the flatscreen, he'd be in almost total darkness. As he sat up from the reclined sofa portion, his eyes took him into the backyard, and although he knew there was a white, above-ground pool there, the darkness of the night prevented him from seeing it. Nubulater reached for his phone with the assumption that his siblings would have texted, possibly called with an updated ETA. At the last moment, he paused when he heard the handle to the door being tried.
"It's about time!" Nubulater said as he leaped to his feet. Standing in the darkness, his fingers fumbled for the switches that lit up every light in the home, as well as the backyard. As Nubulater continued to get closer to the door, the doorknob continued to rattle, making him call through the door, "5-2-6-7-1. Come on, guys, I got the same text for the code as you, and I've been able to figure it out."
When Nubulater got within five feet of the door, the handle began to shake so violently he could see it startling to vibrate the door itself. "C'mon Vikes, if we break the door, we'll have to pay for it."
Despite Nubulater's warning, the ratcheting of the doorknob increased in intensity to another level. Now the entire doorframe was starting to shake. It was at this point that where Nubulater lost his patience. He knew Vikes had been a prankster since they were children, but what he was doing right now was going too far. Nubulater grabbed the door and immediately yanked it open. Expecting to see his brother and sister, Nubulater was dumbfounded as the only thing that greeted him upon opening the door was the blackness of the forest. Nubulater flipped on the light switch to the outside, which illuminated two light posts a dozen feet from the front door, but all he saw was his Tesla rental in the driveway. Nubulater wanted to step outside, but an eerie feeling in his gut, probably from the day's early incident, convinced him that something was a bit odd. He immediately backed into the house and closed the door.
Going for his cell phone in the family room, Nubulater wanted to call his siblings and get an ETA, as well as warn them that there may be some punk kids running around and…
Nubulater suddenly stopped in his tracks as his entire body became numb, as his eyes locked in on a prominent, dark figure climbing sideways over the nearly eight-foot backyard fence that separated the rear of the home from the forest. By the time the figure turned around to face the back of the house, Nubulater managed to quickly have flicked off every light switch in the house, including the one in the backyard. If Nubulater was afraid that he'd lose sight of this freakish monstrosity, that notion was put aside when a pair of glowing red eyes let him know exactly where it was at. As Nubulater's eyes adjusted to the outside darkness, he could make out the outline of the above-ground pool as the figure walked alongside its entire length, all the while those glowing red ryes stayed locked in on the house.
No, they stayed locked-in on Nubulater himself.
"Can this thing see me?" Nubulater thought in pleading desperation. "I need to call someone. I need the police!"
But just that quickly, Nubulater had lost the placement of his phone in the darkness of the home. His hands scrambled along the floor until they came across the cold, smooth plastic. Nubulater hit his phone's power button, and the illumination of his screen lit up the entire living room like a lighthouse inside a small closet. Nubulater looked up at the backyard, and what he saw almost made his heart stop beating. The red eyes suddenly began dancing back in the night, not because its bearer was moving to some sort of musical accord, but because it was now running towards the glass patio door, which was the only solid object that separated itself from it the lone occupier of the home.
Before Nubulater could dial 9-1-1, the glass to the back deck exploded inward like a shotgun blast. Tiny shards dug profoundly and painfully into Nubulater's face and upper neck. Nubulater took off, heading towards his bedroom, hoping the small room could provide him the tiniest hint of safety. But, just that fast, he quickly had forgotten that his room too shared a similar sliding glass entryway to the patio. The figure came around from the outside and stepped through the glass without lifting a hand.
Nubulater unlocked the door, undecided on whether or not to go for the master bedroom or to make a break for it back inside. That brief moment of indecision would prove costly as the smell of a wild animal surrounded Nubulater before he was struck so hard in his back that he felt his body fly through the air until it collided hard into the light-blue front doorway. Nubulater immediately cried out in pain, as a massive part of him began disgusted in himself as his wails sounded almost child-like. Somehow, someway, perhaps through pure adrenaline, he managed to lift himself off the ground. Nubulater knew he was seriously hurt, as his shirt stuck to his back like glue, telling him he was bleed profusely from some sort of heavy would. Nubulater felt the floorboards move as those glowing eyes approached him quickly. Nubulater immediately ducked low, avoiding a potentially lethal blow from that thing to his face, and dove over the back of the sectional sofa that was at the entryway of the family room. Figuring that the home's dark no longer gave safety, he switched on all the light switches.
A part of him wished he hadn't.
The sudden illumination of the room brought into focus a gruesome sight out of the pages of old black and white horror comics of old. Standing nearly eight feet in high was an ebony creature whose skin somehow shimmered in the light. Its head resembled something between an owl and a lizard. Affix to the top of its head were large earlobes constantly moving about as if trying to pick up random sounds. The room's sudden illumination caused the creature to bring its talon-tipped hands over its eyes. After running twice and failing, Nubulater threw himself at the beast, only to be quickly backhanded to the wall with such force, everything leaped off the wall above the faux fireplace with the same speed in which air left Nubulater's lungs. Through a violent gasp, Nubulater struggled to his feet and somehow managed to grab the no longer mounted tv and threw it at the creature, only for it to bounce harmlessly of its massive, ebony chest. When the creature looked up again, Nubulater was holding one of the fallen swords. Nubulater let out a scream and charged the creature, coming in with a high-arching swing meant to decapitate it. The creature raised its left arm high, meeting the sword's strike with a dull clang.
"D-man you, dull, replica sword!" Nubulater screamed in his head.
The creature lifted its right arm high, but before it can bring it down for what is undoubtedly a killing blow, Nubulater takes the sword and stabs the creature to the hilt. The creature clutches at the blade several times before his movements become labored before it finally starts coughing up blood. Seconds later, the entire house shook from the shockwave of the creature crashing face-first to the floor.
Nubulater grabbed his phone, his keys and made for the front door. He's outside the car when he hears a loud flapping sound coming from behind. He turns around to see the creature standing on the house's rooftop, displaying giant bat-like wings as wide as it was tall. The creature leaps from the top of the roof, landing on the hood of Tesla, crippling its suspension to the point where the car's undercarriage is almost touching the tires. Nubulater considers running into the forest, but he figured whatever this thing was, the outdoors gave it more of an advantage that it would award him. Nubulater makes his back towards the house, and the minute he gets halfway, he curses himself.
He begins thundering away at the keypad, cursing in frustration as over and over again the door lock doesn't disengage. Finally, tears well up in Nubulater's eyes when he looks up in horror at the large shadow on the front door of his attacker closing in over the top of him. An appendage-like shadow raises its arm high and brings it right down upon his location.
Vikes and Diveb|tch arrive twenty hours later, exhausted and frustrated from their long travel. Their repeated calls to their brother go unanswered, making them believe it's a result of inadequate cell coverage in the area or he's just sleep. Diveb|tch puts the code in several times with no luck, which causes Vikes to do the same thing. The two are seconds from trying again when something large and heavy lands behind them. Vikes turn around fist, thinking that something had fallen in front of the roof. He sets his eyes upon making him dry heave several times before Diveb|tch begins pulling him back towards the door.
"What is that thing???" Diveb|tch pleads.
But Vikes has no answer as his mouth repeatedly mimics words, but nothing intelligently comes forth. Then, as both siblings sink to the ground in each other's embrace, bright xenon headlight beams catch them both in the face, as the creature before them is suddenly put into a silhouette. The creature turns around just to time to be on the receiving end of a Tesla's 'zero-to-thirty' three-second acceleration. While the Tesla's front is totaled, the creature it hit had now become one with the rancher's front facade.
The two siblings got up and rushed their way over to the Tesla driver, only to find their brother pulling himself out from under the driver's side airbag when Nubulater pealed himself out from the car.
"D-mn bro… you look like ish!" Vikes bluntly says.
Barely able to stand erect, a bloodied face and body, Nubulater can only hug his siblings with his left arm as his right hung loosely against his body as if it were something foreign.
"This thing beat me last night within an inch of my life and left me for dead. It started dragging me off into the forest, but because I had stabbed it, I guess it was losing its strength. Then, as the sun was starting to rise, out of nowhere, I heard dad suddenly scream at me. That snapped me out of my funk enough for it to release me and scamper away into the forest. I awoke this morning and had just enough strength to climb back into the rental. I came to just I saw it land behind you. I guess it came back to get me, or whomever else it would come across here."
Diveb|th looked over what was left of the creature, "You know what this is, right?"
Nodding his head at his sisters, Nubulater sat on the ground, "I at least know what it used to be before I rammed its azz into this house. All the stories… all the sightings. To finally not only see one but to have it try to kill you. I will definitely take this to my grave."
Dialing 911 on his phone, Vikes looks over the recent carnage in disbelief, "This will be some story we have to sell to the cops!"
As soon as those words escape his lips, the remains of the creatures begin to smolder before turning white. Then, seconds later, they turn into ashes and float away into the night sky.
"Well…" Nubular says after witnessing what had just happened before them. "I don't know if what just happens helps… or hurts us?"
Diveb|tch eases herself up next to her brother and smiles, "I guess we are about to find out."