The SCP Foundation

Chapter 133: SCP-352

In a small village in Southern Russia, a man was walking around a forest on his own at night. He had gotten word that what he was treading on was an "enchanted forest", yet he had not found anything out of the ordinary; he just found the forest trees and the bitter cold of the night.

"Ah, gavno..." the man swore to himself. "Pochemu ya sdelal eto s soboy...?"

Even though the man had his winter coat on, he still felt the chilling air through them. Despite this, he continued walking deeper into the forest, looking for any signs of the forest's fabled magical attributes.

All the while as he did this, he was being watched by something. The man didn't notice this at all, as he was currently distracted by the cold, and the overwhelming feeling that he might get lost.

A few minutes later, as the man looked around his surroundings, he noticed something for a split second; an old and frail woman that walked behind a tree, then vanished.

"Chto?"

The man stopped in his tracks, and immediately looked around his surroundings. He started to panic slightly as he thought that it could be a dangerous animal.

"Kto tam?" the man called out to the nearby trees, looking around. "Vykhodi seychas, kto by ty ni byl..."

He listened for any distinct noises in response, slowly beginning to walk away from the area to avoid any impending danger. For a few moments, he only heard his footsteps on the ground, until he heard a twig snap nearby.

Immediately hearing this, he immediately began to run. He thought of nothing else but to run away from the area as fast as he could, no matter what was in his way. He didn't know where to go from there, all he cared about was to leave the area as quick as possible.

"Prosto begi..." the man huffed as he ran. "Prosto begi, Dima... vy uydete ottuda..."

The sounds of footsteps and the man's puffing could only be heard around him, however, he bumped into a tree branch, making him fall on his back. The tree branch itself was covered in a web-like material.

The man had felt a stream of blood flowing down his forehead, then onto his cheek. The man felt like he was somehow paralysed by something, he could move a muscle and couldn't feel any pain nor the ground beneath him.

Despite this sudden situation, his facial expression slowly turned into a smile, and began to chuckle, soon erupting into uncontrollable laughter.

The man continued to laugh, as if he was in euphoria, echoing through the surrounding area. As he was doing so, it was obscuring slow yet steady footsteps coming near him.

Something then grabbed the man's shoulders, and began to drag him away, yet he didn't feel a thing. The man didn't recognise this and continued to laugh, as if he couldn't tell what was happening to him.

A few minutes later, the man was dragged into a secluded building in the woods. The man was let go, being set down by the wall, but he still continued to laugh.

There, he saw the person that dragged him there.

It was a frail and old woman, of an indeterminate race and age, and an unknown background. Currently, the entire room was covered in a soft white web-like material, mainly the walls and the floor; the same material that the tree branch had when the man had bumped into.

"Ey, babushka!" the man called out, continuing to laugh. "U tebya yest konfety dlya menya?"

The old woman didn't answer back at the man, instead she muttering something to herself. She then walked away, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.