Three reclusive women surrounded a hunter, took his weapon, and tied his hands, saying, “We have been waiting for you for three years,” but he still did not understand why these women needed him or what nightmare this day would turn into for him 🤯
The hunter came to the forest early in the morning. He wanted to catch something for dinner and return home before dark, but that day the forest seemed to have decided to play a cruel trick on him.
First, he noticed fresh animal tracks on the ground. Then he saw movement between the trees and left his usual path. It seemed to him that the prey was very close; he only needed to walk a little farther. But half an hour passed, then an hour.
The hunter stopped and looked around. Unknown tall trees, dense bushes, and wet grass surrounded him. There was no road, no familiar stone, no sign of people.
He tried to go back, but soon realized that he was walking in circles.
— Perfect, he said quietly to himself. — Just perfect.
The sun was slowly setting behind the forest. It was getting darker between the tree trunks, and the air had become noticeably colder. The hunter walked for almost two hours until he finally saw a thin trail of smoke in the distance. He quickened his pace.
Deep in the wilderness, among old fir trees, stood a lonely wooden cabin. Its roof was crooked, its windows were small, and stacks of firewood lay beside the wall. The house looked as if it had been forgotten there many years ago.
The hunter approached the door and was about to knock when it suddenly opened by itself.
A young woman wearing a colorful headscarf stood on the threshold. She held a heavy bucket of water in her hands. She looked at him as if she did not see a stranger who had wandered there by chance, but someone she had been waiting for a long time.
— Oh… you finally came, she said quietly. — We have been waiting for you for three years.
The hunter frowned.
— What do you mean? Who are you?
The woman did not answer. She only placed the bucket on the ground and smiled strangely.
At that moment, the hunter heard a branch snap behind him. He turned around sharply, but it was already too late.
Something heavy struck him on the head, and the forest disappeared before his eyes.
When the hunter regained consciousness, the room was already dark. Somewhere, firewood crackled in the stove. His hands and legs were tightly bound with rope, and his rifle lay far away by the wall. Three women stood in front of him.
The young woman in the headscarf stood in the middle. To her left was a red-haired woman with a long braid, and to her right was a blonde woman with loose hair and a cold smile.
The hunter pulled at his hands.
— Who are you? What do you want from me?
The women exchanged glances.
— You finally came, the young woman in the headscarf repeated. 😱🫣
What happened to the hunter that same night was truly terrifying 😰 You can find the continuation of the story in the first comment 👇👇
— I don’t understand anything! Let me go!
The blonde woman slowly stepped closer and crouched in front of him.
— You did not get lost by accident.
The hunter froze.
— What does that mean?
— You ended up here because the forest led you to us, she replied.
The women admitted that they had lived deep in the wilderness for many years and dreamed of creating their own isolated tribe there, where no one from the outside world could interfere.
They had been waiting for the hunter because his skills, his knowledge of the forest, and his weapon could make their community stronger. But when he understood the role they had planned for him, it was already too late: night had fallen over the forest, and the women had long hidden the way back.
