Angela felt a weight on her stomach ; her eyes weren't focused yet but she was very aware of something being very wrong. The pressure sensation was holding her down on her bed and it didn't seem as though she was able-bodied to prompt. She wasn't able to recognise much of the figure on top of her : small, dark and malformed.

The piddling light in her room didn't crepuscle correctly on the fig. It wasn't rightfulness. Angela thought to herself,"It isn't ... human being !"The creature clawed at Angela with a clawed bridge player, gripping at her chest and turned its case to hers.

Angela would have screamed ; would have bolted or fought, but she was paralyzed by its gaze. Its eyes were red rimmed black. Its face was covered with bristly contraband whisker, with pointed auricle and a wide black smile full of notched canines. She knew it was satanic and knew it was going to hurt her. Strings of her blond hair plastered to her os frontale and neck as dusty fret broke out over her body.

The creature's nails tore into Angela's breast, slicing through the night scrubs to the skin beneath. The pain made her whimper and her sight blurred as bout gushed. The daemon leaned over her examining her boldness.

The beast worked quietly, kneading at Angela's chest. Angela felt the burning as her hide was scraped away. The creatures palm made tangency with her nipple and sent a jolt through her. It wasn't attacking out of hunger or fear it's purposes were darker. middleman with her nipple caused an unconscious mind rush and shame flooded her. It wasn't a pleasant virtuoso but ...

Whatever the sensation was it was a distraction from the flak. Her body reacted before the shame even came to Angela's mind. Her back arched to push the nipple into the devil's deformed hand and her hips ground into her bed.

Her attacker of line did not fail to notice this and smiled its scarred black back talk wider. It reached to slip its other nipper up Angela's thigh ; the sharp pilus of its wrists prickly and unpleasant against her skin.

Angela fought against her unfitness to affect, but remained prone and defenseless. The brute assailed her genitals attempting to get under her nightie. Its frantic scratching at her scanty kept the tears flowing and she closed her eyes to try to escape.

The pain, though, wouldn't stop and the few pleasant sensations filled her with sickening guilt. As a nail hit a sensitive point she'd hear herself mewl, but the wildcat was completely silent in its onrush. She reopened her middle simply to reassure herself that it was still there. The dark creature sliced a nail through Angela's underwear cutting into her form. She still couldn't riot and her writhings were not voluntary.

Angela heard sounds that weren't produced by her, they didn't appear to come from her inhuman attacker either -- the fanatic was too diminished for these noises, in fact it should be too small to overpower her, at all, but it was inhumanly/infernally strong. The sounds were huge panicked hint and they were coming from behind the monster.

Angela strained to see past the dismal form. She tried to discount the infliction in her own body to peer into the shadows behind it. The snorting, scared ventilation became louder as she looked harder.

A spot of flannel come along and shot toward her. A long pale face of a terrified horse cavalry hurdled right toward Angela as if in slow motion. She could see the looking of staring horror in its optic as it let out a hollo scream.

The shrieking was actually hers. The fear of being demonically raped was replaced by the care of being trampled by a terrified Equus caballus, and she shrieked.


... And fell out of her bed. She scrambled to her feet and looked at her bed where she was being raped just import ago. She looked to where her assailant should have been then to where the knight should have been ; but it was only her room.

Cold washed over her. She pulled her intact gown tight around her shoulders. Angela noticed her pap were hard as her pectus heaved. She shivered, quickly got her gown, and raced out of the room.

"Just sit in the living way till you get your wag about you,"she tried saying to herself. She knew she wouldn't though ; she was freaked. She went to her door and stepped outside.

The hallway was like that of most any apartment building Light Within and sterile ; which was exactly what Angela wanted. Her own flat was cozy but it held shadows. The hallway was industrially fluorescent fixture.

She looked up and down the hall just to be trusted no one was staring at the crazed charwoman in only a robe and nightie at whatever time of night it must be. No one was around and she began feeling calmer.

Angela heard racket coming from down the foyer, mumbled language and harsh guitar speech sound. There was a door propped open. It was 306, the newest neighbor. The neighbor tended to keep to themselves but she knew this apartment moved in a month ago and she still hadn't seen the occupant. Angela, curious, stepped toward the doorway.

The euphony continued, a Greek chorus of"Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween !"She peeked in to see a disgraceful haired man in front of a laptop from which the song played."candy apple and razor blades, piffling dead are soon in graves. I remember Halloween."

The man, sensing a mien or seeing a tincture, looked up to the doorway. He looked shocked that mortal was there, but waved for Angela to come up in.

Angela almost ran away. The last thing she wanted was for soul to see her like this, especially a man. She looked closer at him : ice, 5 o'clock shadow, sweatpants and a tee shirt covering an athletic build, business enterprise style haircut growing a petty shaggy.

She got tongue tied trying to think of an self-justification. He motioned to the laptop computer,"This didn't wake you did it ?"He closed the computer and The Misfits cut out.

"No, Sorry I shouldn't disturb you."

"Please, I can't do anymore work tonight ; it's too dull and I'm too commonplace. I'm looking for any distraction. I'm dent Black. You must be 309."

"Hi, yeah, I'm Angela Bright. I shouldn't flatboat in on you. It's so later and I'm not presentable at all."

"You look proficient to me. You really weren't woken up by the medicine ?"

Angela shook her heading."I didn't hear it till I went outside my apartment."

"fountainhead that's good at to the lowest degree. What did bring you out of your apartment at this hour ?"

A quiver ran through Angela, she obviously hadn't shaken off the dream."Bad dream, I got creeped out in my apartment thought I'd stone's throw into the hallway for a mo or two."

snick motioned Angela to sit."Sit and relax. I'll make you some tea, it'll calm air you down."

She realized she still wasn't comfortable enough to go back to her apartment so she sat despite her self consciousness about her deficiency of war paint and real clothes. She settled for pulling the robe further around herself.

snick busied himself and soon had tea for them both. He chatted as he worked and Angela learned that Nick had just moved here for work and was only 28, four years untested than Angela ; but she found him charming.

"So what was this dream all about ?"He asked.

Angela only froze a moment, she was slowly calming."I was paralyzed on my bed while this demon thing was attacking me."

‘ topper to bequeath the sexual parts out'Angela thought.

"Then I heard this heaving racket behind it and a horse that was scared shitless seemed to charge right at me. It screamed, then I screamed, then I woke up still screaming. It's Weird I know"

Nick actually gave a way-out smile."So your nightmare actually had a mare in it ?"He chuckled twice,"Sorry"

But Angela didn't brain that brought a grinning to her face."Well yeah, I guess it did. Though that's even weirder, isn't it ?"

"A bit maybe, I actually looked it up once when I thought ‘ what did horses ingest to do with bad pipe dream ?'The ‘ mare'in ‘ nightmare'comes from the old word ‘ mara'which was a monster that fucked up multitude's dream. Actually it's the form that incubus and Succubae are in. So if you find yourself knocked up it was an incubus. Anyway, I think that was what Wikipedia told me anyway. It was back in college and I might've been drunk at the time."

"What ? ! Do you feature a mind like a steel trap or something ?"

"If it interests me and doesn't do me any good in the real human race ; then I'll remember uncanny facts forever."

"well I think it's cute."

"In that display case let me tell you more useless trivia. I didn't know that was a way to print beautiful cleaning lady in lingerie."

"Maybe next time, it is really late and I do need to get some sleep tonight. I've kept you up too late too."

"Don't worry about me. I don't think I ever sleep. What about you ? You okay to go back to your apartment ? require me to turn back under your bed for monsters ?"

Angela shivered again ; there was something she still wasn't able to get over yet.

snick noticed,"I'll take that as a yes. It'll be okay. You'll see. If it's creepy we can come back here. I don't care if you even sleep on my couch, if it comes to that."

Nick offered his handwriting, which she took and was hoisted from the deep cast cushions.
She lost balanced and fell into his chest. She felt unbendable muscularity under his t-shirt, he steadied her.

"Thanks again, Nick"

"It's my pleasure."

They walked down the hall innocently. Angela's tension crested in good order before she opened the door. Then, nothing at all ; her apartment felt the way it always did : comforting and warm. She felt ridiculous for being so frightened earlier. Angela went into the bedroom and no irritation returned. She let out her breathing time in a huff.

"Sorry snick I don't know why I was so chicken before."

"wellspring I'm here now. So I'll keep my hope"He stuck his headway in the press ostensibly looking for monsters and knelt down to check under the bed."All clear."notch smoothed out the flat solid and sympathizer making the bed fit to sleep in again."okeh, get in. I'll tuck you in so you'll sleep tight."

Angela accepted the crack and began getting into bed.

"Robe."nick reminds her.

Angela felt a midget twinge of self consciousness again but then stood up straight and slid the robe off her shoulder joint. She hung it back up and prepared to get in the bed again. She impulsively gave Nick a pseudo-chaste kiss on the cheek then turned purposely brushing her tit against his arm. She lay down and slither beneath the tack.

Nick's eyes bulged slightly when she kissed him then they were locked on her nightgown's hemline as it rose as she lay down. He regained his composure and pulled the cover over her. He even smoothed them down over her stomach and hip.

"If you have any more bad dreams you come straight to my place."

"Okay, but won't you be in bed ?"

ding smiled"Just start in with me I'll protect you. Come to recollect of it now I hope you do have bad dreams."

Thinking about the dream made Angela repress a tingle ; but nick Carried on,"What if I have a nightmare can I pass over in bed with you ?"

Angela sat up and rekissed Nick's cheek"Maybe next metre. You're my neighbor ; I will require to exact things slower, just in case."

When Angela settled back Nick leaned over her"Now I found you, you won't be capable to get rid of me."

He kissed her brow then looked into her eyes. Then he kissed her sassing. Angela responded intuitively she kissed him back. She pulled him down so his body covered hers. She parted her lips and her glossa slipped out to play against his mouth. His tongue tangled with it a moment later.

Sweat broke anew on her forehead and neck opening but this was a warm star. The fondness eased at the ache in Angela the dream iciness had left in her. They kissed and she felt his manpower sliding from her English to her breasts over the covers. She knew she wanted him on the other face of the bed clothes in with her, in her.

Her center opened as the realization hit her, her physical structure craved his. Her breasts felt hotter than ever and she realized her nipples really hadn't gone down since she woke but now they radiated heat. Her stomach fluttered as the genius rushed back and forth to her crotch. She mewled a desirous hum against his sass. He responded by kissing her deeper.

notch's script left her thorax and slid up to her neck opening, he pulled her more insistently toward himself. He lay on top of her and she felt the lump through his sudor, the covers, and her panties. A quite respectable puffiness at that, one that she had no dubiety that she would thoroughly enjoy, and enjoy soon.

Just that tactile sensation of being desired and desiring individual inspired contentment in her and fanned her desires even further.

She followed his example and grasped her helping hand behind his neck so their mouth could be further crushed together ; something that always increased her passion. Her grip brushed against his haircloth and it prickled her manpower.

It felt bristly much rougher than it looked, almost sharp. He pressed his lips against her more pressing all his weight into her becoming nearly uncomfortable for Angela. Nick's deal worked its way down from her neck toward her breast, but she felt a discriminating pain as his nail scratched her skin.

"Ow !"Angela squeezed her eyes shut as weeping jumped to them. Her deal released the now bristly hair on the backbone of Nick's head."What happened ? That hurt."she said as she pushed him off of her.

Her teary vision played magic trick on her. His pilus was a wad of crisp, s bristly tufts and his expression looked darker.

"Now I found you, you won't be able to get rid of me."notch repeated, his vocalisation sounded coarse. His lips were sparse and his teeth seemed sharper. His hand crept further down to her breasts, his nails cutting through the gauzy material as they curled.

dent's entire skin darkened various tint each time Angela blinked. His liberal features melted into sinister ones. He chuckled in notch's vox which turned unholy. Angela found herself unable to move first from simple-minded shock, then from fear.

The creature that was once notch, the mara, bent over Angela to seize with teeth at her neck. Angela felt its pock mouth before the teeth sank into her flesh. She closed her eyes in pain and horror.

From behind the daemon bending over her she heard the panicked panting of a terror smitten horse .