Colby Brock whump one-shots

Possessed

Sam's stomach lurched further thinking of all the possible things that could've happened to his best friend. How could they have been so stupid as to lose him? How could he lose him?

After a fruitless half an hour of searching and screaming, they sat down in their camp chairs in silence. Corey, Jake and Sam, quiet? I know it sounds crazy but the silence was deafening. Not even a bird's tweet in the sky could've lifted the dark cloud of mood that hung over the group.

Sam fidgeted with his fingers trying in a dying attempt to think rationally about this situation. Corey was in a state of shock, to say the least. His eyes flickered through the forest in the hopes of a miracle, a miracle where Colby would just walk through the woods and everything would be fine, but they're called 'miracles' for a reason and they're far and few between. Jake was desperately trying to pick up a signal on his phone, maybe Colby had his on him? Maybe if he had service, he could track his last location? Maybe he could track the camera Colby took? And even though he tried, he just couldn't get that one bar of service he so desperately needed.

And then they heard it, the scream. The soul crushing, blood curdling kind of scream that makes your hair stand on end. And it was Colby's voice. Sam jumped out his chair and almost immediately ran to the noise, against all of their better judgement but did they care? No, they did not. They only cared about one thing in that moment. Or should I say someone?

Colby didn't know where he was, all he knew was it was dark. The only light was the flash on the video camera and the eerie reflection of the moon. He cursed himself when he realised his foolish mistake leading to being alone in the middle of this supposedly haunted woods.

He called for Sam, he called for Corey, he called for Jake, he called for all of them at once, he called for them loudly but he never heard a response.

*Snap

A hollow sound of a twig break caught the young man's attention, he whirled the camera around asking it if it heard that too. Foolishly thinking it was one of his friends he ran towards it. Faster than he ever did in his life, he had had enough of being alone in this creepy woods, he had enough of this adventure in all actual fact.

He made out the shadow of a figure that looked like Corey, his muscular build brought Colby relief, even if it was short-lived.

The shadow grew larger as it moved closer to Colby and Colby to it. Until it was at least six foot. Realising this treacherous and somewhat deadly mistake he turned to run in the opposite direction. But it was too fast. Whatever it was had seen Colby and was hooked. (Yes, I am writing this in the pitch black with only the light of my phone screen at half one in the morning, no I won't be sleeping comfortably tonight:))

The feeling of floating through the air was something Colby never expected. He'd never been flung quite this far before and not with so much force.

The pain hit before anything else, something snapped and a raging ache settled in his right leg as his head whipped back. Clearly having the wind knocked out of him, and clearly tomorrow there would be a painting of bruises on his back, in all different colours that even Picasso would be jealous of such array.

Before he could yell he felt a warm presence over his body and something clamping his mouth shut. Not like a physical item however, it was just like he couldn't, like this shadow was holding it closed.

Colby risked a peek and saw something more than just the tall lanky shadow but red beady eyes that pierced through his soul causing him to gasp.

He seemed to tell the...thing, whatever it was, was smiling. But not in the friendly pop-in-for-tea kind of fashion, but in the you-will-be-tea kind of a look. And that made cold shivers run down his spine