The Encounters

Entry 45 Unabridged 2/2

Jay stopped typing in his diary and slowly closed his laptop, plunging the trunk of his car into darkness. Outside, an orange streetlamp several yards away was all that illuminated the empty parking lot.

Jay's eyes started to adjust to the dim light, and he lay down on his back, wondering if he'd ever get to sleep tonight.

It was almost four in the morning, but he certainly wasn't tired yet... He'd started awake earlier in a nervous sweat, and took a short walk outside his car before returning and trying to sleep, until he ended up writing in his diary.
Then he had become aroused while writing the account of those extra scenes from Entry 45... and he hated himself for it. Watching his friend being molested, tortured, and raped by a monster should not give him a hard-on. He tried to will it away by thinking of other things... and a cold chill ran down his spine at the memory of Alex's voice at the end of that clip. It had been twisted it into something... sinister. It was unclear whether that was the Slenderman's doing, with his ways of corrupting camera footage, or whether it was due to some other supernatural force that surrounded Alex.

The camera setup on the back of the driver's-side passenger seat was still running, pointed towards Jay's space in the trunk of his car. It had a view of the broad back window to the highway. Jay let it run for hours, changing to a new tape whenever needed. It made him feel better for some reason.

Now lying down, he was barely visible on the tape in the darkness, and he could just cut this part of the film out later if he ended up using any of it from tonight.

He covered himself with a blanket up to his neck, and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to mid-thigh. The blanket was fluffy, and its lining was smooth and silky. It rubbed against the head of his hardening member, and Jay hissed softly, both in pleasure and irritation at the images that sensation stirred up in his mind.

Jay's hand began working his erection. As the pleasure built, he closed his eyes and ignored his other hand, which was curled tightly into a fist on his chest. His arousal grew along with the speed of his lower hand, and as his mind began to get hazy, he barely noticed as his fist uncurled and the hand slid up around his throat.

The feeling of the smooth blanket rubbing against him while he thrusted into his hand, and the growing heat of his own body and breath, were all heightened sharply as he automatically began to tighten the grip on his throat. Mixed memories and fantasies of both the Slenderman and Totheark flashed through his mind, clearer and more immediately as he choked himself in the darkness, harder and harder until he could just barely breathe through his nose.

He was choking and writhing in pleasure, his rapid heartbeats pounding in his ears, as his lower hand worked faster and faster, hips bucking, so close...

THUNK.

The whole car shook, a loud bang coming from the roof, like something had fallen on it.

Jay ripped his hands from his body, gasping. Then he froze, eyes wide in the darkness, holding his breath. He stared up at the windows, his heart now racing even more from adrenaline.

A shadow flickered against one of the window frames, and Jay's eyes snapped to it.
Something was moving outside the car.

A few long, extremely tense seconds passed, the silence heavy, ringing in Jay's ears as he tried not to breathe, not to make the slightest sound. His eyes were stuck to the spot where the shadow had moved.

He blinked.

To his right, above the back seats near the camera, something moved in Jay's peripheral vision.

He blinked again, sensed another movement, and then... a rush of air.

Something slid over the seats and was on top of Jay in a split second, before he could even gasp in surprise. Jay saw the flash of a knife in the faint light right before it was against his throat, pushing just enough for him to feel the sharp, cold edge but not draw blood.