G/T Adventures

Alone in the Dark

With his wife at work and child at a Halloween party, Zane found himself alone in the huge house. Living with two giantesses, one his wife and one his child, he often found it difficult to differentiate what was them and what was just the house making noises. He's always been timid. Well, he has been since he moved out of where the humans were safe into the giant's land. 

When his wife is around, of course, he feels safe. Calm. But when she's gone and he's alone, his mind always begins to play tricks on him.

"Come on Zane, don't be a wimp." He whispered to himself, sitting on the floor of the only lit room in the house. "I should have asked her to get an elevator installed for light switches too."

All but this room were dark, with nothing but street lamps outside providing enough light to barely see. Shadows of the giant furniture that loomed over him were absolutely terrifying in the dark. 

After taking a deep breath, Zane rose to his feet and began the trek towards the kitchen. Casually, he began whistling to himself. 

A sharp thud in the other room made him yelp and scurry across the floor to try and find cover. Already in such a frightened state, noises like that in the dark naturally terrified him more than he already was.

"I-It's probably outside. Trick or treaters and all." He whispered, attempting to assure himself he was safe in his own home. "It's nothing."

Again, another noise sent chills throughout his body. Only now it was a breath. It sounded like something was breathing right in his ear. Deep, horrifying, ragged breaths. "I-It's nothing, it's nothing!" He squeaked fearfully and laid under what he could guess was the kitchen table, curling into a fetal position.

He'd always believed that Halloween was when ghosts are more active. He's always believed in ghosts in general. He was so glad his wife and child were not to see him like this. If his wife and child were around, he wouldn't be as scared honestly.

Slow footsteps echoed around him, clearly not a normal giant. The ground would be vibrating beneath him if it were. What it was he didn't know. He began to open his mouth, speaking a soft, scared whisper. "Wh-who's there?"

The footsteps stopped. Everything seemed to fall silent. The cars outside, the children trick or treating. Something felt like it was gripping his ankle and he let out a startled scream as he was thrown across the room; like he were nothing more than a rag doll. There was no pain, just fear.

There was no one there. But he could feel rough, strong hands gripping his neck. Strangling him. He couldn't breathe. Several times Zane tried to shout, tried to cry for help. But no one could have been able to hear him even if he tried.

Light flooded around him, and the hands disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. "Dad? Why are you on the floor? Oh my god, you look so pale! Are you okay?!"

Zane was then lifted off the floor by gentle hands, and he stared up into his daughters face. Breathing heavily, he placed a hand over his pounding chest. "A-Angela." He whispered.

"Dad, you look awful," Angela said with a deep frown, carrying her human, adoptive father to her parent's room. "I'm kind of glad I decided to leave the party early. What happened?"

He was glad too. Any moment later and whatever had him might have finished the job it started. "N-Nothing happened sweetheart, how was the party?" He forced a smile, calming himself down to keep her from worrying.

With a hesitant look, his brunette daughter answered. "The party was fun, but then they busted out some sort of drug and I wasn't going to touch that nasty crap." She mumbled, lowering him onto his own pillow. "Are you sure you don't need me to call mom?"

"Yes, yes. I'm sure. Why don't you get yourself a snack or something?" He mumbled, using a hand to push his hair out of his face. "A-And leave the lights on."

"Um, okay." The young teen stood and exited the room, a worried from clear on her face. She walked in on her dad, lying on the floor with his face pale and eyes wide in fear. Something had to have happened.

Zane glanced towards the bedroom window, looking at the street light out there. Whatever just happened had to be his imagination right? Nothing really happened...right?

Happy late Halloween my Dovelies! I hope your dreams are full of ghosts, ghouls, and goblins!