Beth sighed, and leaned her weight toward the mirror, setting her hands against the tile wall around it. An old bathroom, but functional, and clean. And the mirror still worked, so she gazed at her reflection, and frowned at it.She was an attractive woman, sure. Tall, pale skin, green eyes, black hair cut to the shoulder, and she was quite thin. Maybe too thin as of late; not eating enough will do that. People at work said she was starting to look like a regular Morticia Addams, minus the boobs. Assholes. But, she didn’t have the time, or the energy, to fix herself proper food lately. That was a confounding problem, only getting worse as she refused to take care of herself, and she was sure she’d eventually get past it. For now though, she had work to do.She walked up the stairs of the old home, and listened to its ancient creaks and how they summoned old memories, before she stepped into the kitchen. The glass door to the patio was modern, but everything else about the kitchen was
Dig she did, once she found the box. Razors, makeup kits, deodorant, tampons, painkillers, and a billion other things she was sure she didn’t actually own, but someone had sneaked into the box while she’d been packing. Geoff had said she had a bunch of crap she didn’t use in her cupboards. Maybe he was right? No, fuck Geoff. Geoff is never right.Worse than digging through the box in the nigh complete darkness, was looking around at the darkness while digging. Much as she recognized this place from her childhood, that was a long time ago, and it lacked the intimate familiarity she had with her apartment. Learning to walk around in your new home was something to be done in the light, and learning how to do it in darkness, fresh off the bench, was a mistake waiting to happen.“Found ya!” She whipped out the flashlight from the box, spilling some of the box’s contents as she did, and she jumped as a plastic bottle bounced around on the floor. The only good thing about this situation was
Beth froze, and goosebumps crawled up her spine, as she heard a quiet noise that sounded way too much like a growl. She spun around and shined her light around, up along the boxes, the walls, and to the small stairway that led back up to the family room. No movement.“Rat? ... Coyote?” The region did have coyotes, but she couldn’t imagine one had managed to sneak into the house. It could have been a rat though, a very large, angry, bite-her-toes-off rat!No screaming! No squealing! She was a grown woman, and she wasn’t afraid of a rat. Spiders, yes, but not rats. Spiders and their creepy crawly hairy legs would forever be her bane, while rats were vermin to be exterminated; by a professional, not her.She reached for the breaker box, and a shuffling sound chilled her to her core. Her heart stopped, and she slowly moved the light around as she looked for the source. Had a box moved? Didn’t look like it. There were maybe twenty cardboard boxes around, and a few plastic tubs, decades of
The upstairs hallway was hardwood flooring, and had four doors. On her left was a bathroom, and on the right was the first bedroom, the kids’ bedroom; more like, guests’ kids’ bedroom. Past that were two more doors, again on her left and right. The one on the right was a guest bedroom, and the one on the left, was her bedroom. Gammy’s bedroom.She had a sudden desire to check the other bedrooms for intruders. And then she thought better of it. She didn’t want to look into the rooms in the dark, with only a candle for light, creating crazy shadows. No, for now she’d—Prepare yourself for me.She’d take a shower. She hadn’t showered yet today, so, she could go for one. Besides, it wasn’t late enough to fall asleep.She stepped into the bathroom, reached for the light, and stopped herself before she flipped it. Right right, leave it off. She’d brought candles for a reason. She set the three candles down on the long counter, and lit the remaining two. Three candles in the bathroom wasn’t
She froze as movement caught her eye again. Something in the living room? No. The kitchen lights were still on, so she could see in the living room well enough. The curtains were closed, so no one was peeking on her. She was alone. It was just the flashlight making shadows move as she moved. Calm down.Back in the bathroom, she popped open the box, and grinned down at her many goodies. Lubricant, dildos of various shapes, sizes, and features, and some other tools. Geoff had introduced her to the joys of double penetration during sex, and, well, she’d kinda been addicted. She hadn’t used these things since Geoff left though, and that had to change. It’d be the first step in bringing some joy back to her life, rediscovering her sex drive. It used to be huge, and she’d indulged in all sorts of fun kinks all the time. Now was as good a time as any to reawaken it.She grabbed the small plastic bulb, and stepped into the shower. She cleaned her body as per usual, her hair, her armpits and t
The candles went out.“Bethany, come to me.”She shrieked, and jumped from the bed. Enough horror movies had taught her the stupidity of holding still and screaming. So she jumped onto her feet, and ran into the hallway, screaming on the move.The kitchen light was—off! Someone turned it off!Her heels hit the floor hard, and she held out a hand to find the railing. Muscle memory swam up from the oceans of the past, and she found the railing in the dark without issue. Down, down, ten steps. What was the old game? One two three four five six seven eight nine ten, to the tune of Old MacDonald, except now the tune ran through her mind at some unreasonable speed. Go faster, get to the kitchen, get outside? Do something, anything!She was naked. She didn’t care. Let the world know she’d planned to enjoy a night of serious quality masturbation. She didn’t care. Had to get out, get away.She bolted into her kitchen, using nothing but her memory of the layout, and held out her hands in front
It was impossible to tell what this thing looked like, but its large, red eyes did not emit light, despite their small glow. As if the glow was meant for her and her alone, the room ignored their fiery radiance, and she stared at them as the colossal hand rolled her over, pushed her down onto her back on the bed, and took one of her legs. Another massive hand, with claws upon its almost human shape, took her other leg, and she squealed as the monster forcibly spread her thighs.The monster’s face came in closer. Did it have a mouth? Nose? All she could see was its burning eyes, and feel the heat of its breath upon her smooth skin. But, she recognized the sound of heavier breathing, and she felt it over her thighs, her stomach, her sex, as the creature’s eyes came closer.It was opening its mouth.She reached out and punched at its face. Might as well have been punching a tree. The texture was hard flesh, no fur, but skin, hot and firm, and as some of her punches hit its forehead and s
A little part of her recognized the sensation of her orgasm, and the unique wetness of her fluids overflowing the monster’s tongue. A larger part of her stared in shock at the shadow monster between her thighs, and how after a few seconds, it began to fuck her with its tongue again.“W-Wait! Please, I ... I can’t ... you ... you can’t ... Please, this isn’t ... I...” Trying to talk was a mistake. She ran out of breath again, and soon her whimpers became nothing more than weak pants as she tried to keep from passing out. It wasn’t done with her.The monster was at least kind enough to give her now hypersensitive clit a break, no longer burying it with massaging tongue, but it gave her insides no such quarter. It probed against her depths, harder now, content to push against her deepest places and stretch her inward, even as the tongue forced rolling motions up against her g-spot again, and again, and again.The next orgasm didn’t take nearly as long to build, and it hit her harder. For