Creep Tales.

You were an up and coming filmer and recorder for little shows and movies here and there, the jobs only paying enough for you to just barely make ends meet. But on one fateful day, while you were scrolling through your spam mail and emails on your laptop, you noticed a rather strange email, labeled “Important”. Curious as anyone else would be, you clicked on it, reading through it slowly and carefully, your eyes widening as you realized what it was about. A celebrity, a popular one at that, wanted you to personally come to their home, and record a few skits and tapes for their show that was in the makes, and the pay that came with it, was enough for your hands to instantly begin moving, replying to the email with an almost frantic pace, confirming where it would happen, how they wanted it to go, and when it would happen.

Soon enough, after only a week of waiting, you arrived at the address you were given, a two-story house that was quite distant from all other houses or roads, surrounded by nothing but seemingly endless trees and snow. Arriving at the foot door, you took a deep breath in, mentally steeling yourself before raising your hand to knock, silently praying that everything would go good. After knocking a few times, you heard the locks clicking, and the door quickly slung open, Sevilla, the celebrity herself, who had hired you in the first place stepped out, looking as beautiful as ever, it was almost like a dream come true seeing her in person. After a little chatter, after all the introductions and filming equipment was set up, you got the footage rolling, and the recording started. At first, everything was going smoothly, the recording and filming were going good, Sevilla seemed pleased with your skills in filming, and the sessions between the tapes were going as planned as well. But, as the recordings went on and on, slowly but surely, you noticed something was disturbing wrong here. Every tape it was something new, some disturbing or borderline creepy detail was revealed, being put out as some joke or something to laugh at, and every time it happened, you couldn’t help but feel as if something was off, like this wasn’t just some recordings for a stupid show, more like this was somebody slowly revealing these disturbing secrets to you, then laughing about it like it was funny. As the last tape came to a unsettling end, you hand hitting the “Stop” button on your camera, your ears picked up on Sevilla’s laughter once again, this time, it felt even more disturbing, as you were both in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, in the snowy forest filled with seemingly endless trees, your eyes shifted towards Sevilla as you watched her lick up something, your eyes locking onto to the strange object, your eyes widening as you realized what it was. It was an axe. Your heartbeat began to skyrocket as you stood there in silence, watching as she slowly walked towards you, stopping at an almost uncomfortable closeness.

“You know, now that I’ve told you all these things, and you’ve seen them for yourself, I don’t think I want you to leave this forest, alive of course.” She spoke, her voice a low, husky whisper as her black voids for eyes peered up at you, her hand reaching out for your face, coming to rest on the side of your cheek, scarcely gentle, almost affectionate.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?” She asks, her hand absently rubbing small circles on your cheek, which felt oddly soothing to you, despite the situation that was going on.