David was fed up with everything. He was nearly nineteen and still living with his parents. He hated the restrictions they put upon him, guided by their religious beliefs. He hated living in a small town in the middle of Wales and, what was more, really hated his boring job stocking shelves in a small supermarket for minimum wage.
He knew he had to get away from his parents, his boring small town and his unadventurous life. With that in mind, David had decided to take the little money he had saved and stolen and escape the drudgery of the dead-end life that awaited him if he remained where he was.
Packing a rucksack with essentials such as protein bars that he had stolen from the supermarket, along with a few hundred pounds from the till. A couple of changes of underwear and the usual jeans and t-shirts also went into his bag. Then, finally, he put on his jacket, and silently in the small hours of the night, he quietly left his room, pausing for a moment outside that of his parents. He heard them both snoring and farting, and while they slept, he made his way downstairs.
He grabbed a loaf of bread and some cold cuts, which he also put in his rucksack. Then, being careful not to make any noise, he opened the back door and strode out into the night. He was determined to travel wherever the wind would take him.
As he lived near the small town of Usk, he decided to head to Cardiff. He would see if he could get some work on a ship that would take him far away from this sad life of his. He began imagining the life of adventure that would surely be his reward, little realising what a strange night this would be.
The only problem was that the most direct route would be over both the Black Mountains and the Brecon Beacons as he was walking. Being a timid lad, this brought a bit of fear into his heart, not knowing what might be roaming around there, especially at night. He also feared getting lost with no visual cues as to where he was heading.
Calling on reserves of willpower he never knew he had, he said to himself, "Fuck this, let's do it," and headed out. He had been there before, hiking with his dad, and he soon set up a good pace. Within two hours or so, he found himself all alone
traversing the Black Mountains. It turned out that it was not too dark as there was a full moon in the sky, and thus he soon felt more confident.
After an hour or so, he saw in the distance that there was a fire glowing in the distance on his direct route and wondered if he should investigate or make a slight detour. He decided he would take a closer look; maybe it was just some campers and if they were friendly people. He might be able to get a cup of tea out of them. He really felt he could do with one just about now.
As he drew nearer, he could hear music and laughter. However, still being timid, he came warily towards the music and the dancers he could now see gyrating around the fire. As he drew nearer, he felt very woozy, and his feet began to give way before him. As he fell to the ground, he saw several figures coming towards him before losing consciousness.
He awoke several minutes later to find that he had been brought closer to the fire and that the music had stopped, as had the dancing. Looking around him, he saw twelve women and one man, and he was amazed to notice that they were all naked. Then, looking down at his own body, he noticed that he, too, was now naked and wondered what he had stumbled upon. All sorts of strange ideas and fears crossed his unsettled mind.
"What is this?" he asked in the squeaky voice of young adulthood, "Why are you all nude, and where are my clothes?"
The man smiled at him, but it was not a very charming smile in David's opinion. David noticed the women were all giggling amongst themselves but paying deference to the man. The man then began to talk, saying, "David, my name is Roger, Roger Stone, and you have invaded our little get-together by coming here tonight."
"but, but how do you know my name?" replied David with more than a bit of hysteria in his voice.
"David, little David," said Roger, "We know all about you and your plans to run away from your life, and we know about your stealing."
"How can this be? This is not real. I must be at home dreaming," David thought to himself.
"David, David, you wanted a new life so let's see if you can handle this new life of yours," Roger said with that strange smile upon his face. His eyes, however, had a quality that brought out a shiver in David's very core. They were the greenest eyes that David had ever seen, but with as much life in them as the dead fish, he had seen in the supermarket freezers. David's fear was palpable, and he had begun to shiver in what had quickly become a cold night as rising winds blew against his naked body.
"David," said Roger. "I have watched you all your life, waiting for this moment that I knew would come."
"But what does this all mean?" asked David, "Can't you just let me go? I will not tell anyone about this. Please, I just want to get out of here."
This brought out a roar of cackled laughter from the women. Roger then said something that shocked David, making him question everything that he had ever known,"David, I am your father."
"What, what would make you say that?" replied David, "My mum and dad live down near Usk. I don't know you."
"David, David, that man is not your father, and before your mother met him, she was one of us; she was a member of this coven."
