Monster Sex

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