The Welcome to another edition of Nightmarefeels and Peepers.

I'm Dan Cummins, and I will be sharing another original short story of the fictional horror variety.

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headphones for the best experience. Today's story is a continuation of the previous nightmare fuel,

and this story will be continued for one additional week to start 2025. Thank you for all the

feedback and encouraging me to continue building out this terrible new world.

Hope you enjoy this new nightmare.

Time now for the tale of the Storm Chapter 2, The Ark.

Almost there.

The sniper who still hasn't introduced himself to Brent and his family flatly and quietly states as they marched down and around a bend along an unpaved driveway.

They've been walking with the man who asked Brent's 17-year-old daughter Rosie if she was a virgin for about 20 or maybe even 30 minutes now.

And the last five or so have been on this driveway. Before that,

they were traveling along what barely amounted to a deer trail. Brent was so grateful that Rosie had said yes that she was a virgin when this creep asked, even though he assumed she probably

wasn't. I mean, she'd had several somewhat serious girlfriends, and Brent had frequently

joked with her over the past year or so that that she was a college frat boy trapped in a high school girl's body because of how much she loved to Riz.

She actually very likely had never had sex with a boy, though, not that Brent had ever asked.

So maybe she was a virgin, according to what he assumed, was this psychos outdated and

narrow-minded thinking regarding what defined sex. He hopes that Rosie realizes that telling this guy that

she's a lesbian, that she only is sexually attracted to other girls, would be a very, very bad

idea. The strange man who had first put their lives in danger

and then saved their lives hadn't said much since he'd met them at the wreckage of their

range rover after shooting the red eyes who were pursuing them. But based on what little he had said

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