Angela felt a weight on her abdomen ; her centre weren't focused yet but she was very aware of something being very wrong. The pressure was holding her down on her bed and it didn't seem as though she was able to locomote. She wasn't able to discern much of the number on top of her : small, grim and malformed.

The little sparkle in her elbow room didn't gloaming correctly on the public figure. It wasn't right. Angela thought to herself,"It isn't ... human !"The creature clawed at Angela with a taloned hand, gripping at her pectus and turned its face 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 human face was covered with bristly black tomentum, with pointed ears and a wide blackamoor grinning full of notched eye tooth. She knew it was fiendish and knew it was going to spite her. twine of her blonde pilus plastered to her brow and neck as stale sweat broke out over her body.

The creature's nails tore into Angela's breast, slicing through the night gown to the peel beneath. The pain made her whimper and her vision blurred as tears gushed. The fanatic leaned over her examining her fount.

The beast worked quietly, kneading at Angela's breast. Angela felt the combustion as her skin was scraped away. The creatures palm made contact with her nipple and sent a shock through her. It wasn't attacking out of hunger or fear it's purposes were darker. impinging with her nipple caused an unconscious mind rush and shame flooded her. It wasn't a pleasant sensation but ...

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

Her aggressor of course did not fail to point out this and smiled its scarred bleak rim wider. It reached to slide its former claw up Angela's thigh ; the sharp hair's-breadth of its wrists prickly and unpleasant against her skin.

Angela fought against her inability to move, but remained prone and defenseless. The puppet assailed her crotch attempting to get under her nightdress. Its frantic scraping at her panties kept the tears flowing and she closed her eyes to try to run.

The painful sensation, though, wouldn't stop consonant and the few pleasant aesthesis filled her with sickening guiltiness. As a nail hit a sore point she'd discover herself mewl, but the animate being was completely silent in its attack. She reopened her eyes simply to reassure herself that it was still there. The dark creature sliced a nail through Angela's underclothes cutting into her flesh. She still couldn't screeching and her writhings were not volunteer.

Angela heard sounds that weren't produced by her, they didn't appear to fare from her inhuman attacker either -- the fiend was too minor for these dissonance, in fact it should be too small to overcome her, at all, but it was inhumanly/infernally strong. The sounds were immense panicked breaths and they were coming from behind the fiend.

Angela strained to see past the dark form. She tried to ignore the pain in her own body to peer into the apparition behind it. The snorting, scared ventilation became louder as she looked harder.

A spot of lily-white appeared and shot toward her. A long pale face of a panic-struck horse hurdled right toward Angela as if in slow movement. She could see the facial expression of virtuous repugnance in its eyes as it let out a holla scream.

The screaming was actually hers. The fear of being demonically raped was replaced by the fear of being trampled by a panic-struck knight, 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 here and now ago. She looked to where her assailant should have been then to where the gymnastic horse should have been ; but it was only her room.

low temperature washed over her. She pulled her intact nightgown tight around her shoulders. Angela noticed her nipples were hard as her chest heaved. She shivered, quickly got her robe, and raced out of the way.

"Just sit in the living room money box you get your wits about you,"she tried saying to herself. She knew she wouldn't though ; she was freaked. She went to her doorway and stepped outside.

The hallway was like that of to the highest degree any apartment building light and sterile ; which was exactly what Angela wanted. Her own apartment was cosy but it held shadows. The hall was industrially fluorescent.

She looked up and down the hall just to be sure no one was staring at the deranged adult female in only a robe and nightie at whatever time of nighttime it must be. No one was around and she began feeling calmer.

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

The medicine continued, a chorus of"Halloween, Hallowe'en, Halloween, Hallowe'en !"She peeked in to see a calamitous haired man in movement of a laptop from which the song played."confect orchard apple tree and razor blades, petty dead are soon in Graves. I remember Halloween."

The man, sensing a front or seeing a shadow, looked up to the door. He looked shocked that somebody was there, but waved for Angela to come in.

Angela almost ran away. The last thing she wanted was for person to see her like this, especially a man. She looked tightlipped at him : glasses, 5 o'clock shadow, sweatpants and a t-shirt covering an gymnastic physique, business panache haircut growing a footling shaggy.

She got glossa tied trying to think of an excuse. He motioned to the laptop computer,"This didn't wake you did it ?"He closed the computing machine 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 tired. I'm looking for any distraction. I'm notch Black. You must be 309."

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

"You look good to me. You really weren't woken up by the music ?"

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

"Well that's practiced at least. What did make for you out of your apartment at this hr ?"

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

gouge motioned Angela to sit."Sit and relax. I'll make you some tea, it'll composure you down."

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

Nick 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 age unseasoned than Angela ; but she found him charming.

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

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

‘ Best to leave the sexual parts out'Angela thought.

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

nick actually gave a far-out smile."So your nightmare actually had a maria in it ?"He chuckled twice,"Sorry"

But Angela didn't mind that brought a smile 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 sawhorse have to do with bad dream ?'The ‘ mare'in ‘ nightmare'comes from the old word ‘ mara'which was a demon that fucked up masses's dreams. Actually it's the year 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 induce a mind like a steel gob or something ?"

"If it interests me and doesn't do me any undecomposed in the real world ; then I'll remember weird facts forever."

"wellspring I think it's cute."

"In that casing let me tell you more useless trifle. I didn't know that was a way to impress beautiful char in lingerie."

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

"Don't headache about me. I don't think I ever sleep. What about you ? You okay to go back to your flat ? require me to check under your bed for lusus naturae ?"

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

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

gouge offered his hand, which she took and was hoisted from the mystifying couch cushions.
She lost balanced and fell into his breast. She felt firm muscles under his t-shirt, he steadied her.

"Thanks again, Nick"

"It's my pleasure."

They walked down the hallway innocently. Angela's tension crested right before she opened the room access. Then, zero 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 uncomfortableness returned. She let out her breath in a huff.

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

"wellspring I'm here now. So I'll keep my hope"He stuck his head in the closet ostensibly looking for monsters and knelt down to check under the bed."All clear."Nick smoothed out the canvass and comforter making the bed fit to sleep in again."Okay, get in. I'll tuck you in so you'll sleep tight."

Angela accepted the offer and began getting into bed.

"Robe."snick reminds her.

Angela felt a tiny twinge of self consciousness again but then stood up straight and slid the robe off her shoulders. 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 breast against his arm. She lay down and slew beneath the flat solid.

Nick's middle 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 blankets over her. He even smoothed them down over her stomach and rose hip.

"If you have any more than bad pipe dream you come straight to my place."

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

Nick smiled"Just jump in with me I'll protect you. Come to think of it now I hope you do accept bad dreams."

Thinking about the dreaming made Angela suppress a shiver ; but snick Carried on,"What if I have a nightmare can I jump in bed with you ?"

Angela sat up and rekissed nick's cheek"Maybe next clip. You're my neighbour ; I will want to bring things slower, just in case."

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

He kissed her os frontale then looked into her eyes. Then he kissed her lips. Angela responded intuitively she kissed him back. She pulled him down so his eubstance covered hers. She parted her lips and her tongue slipped out to toy against his backtalk. His tongue tangled with it a moment later.

effort broke anew on her brow and neck but this was a strong sensation. The warmth eased at the ache in Angela the dreaming iciness had left in her. They kissed and she felt his deal sliding from her sides to her breasts over the screen. She knew she wanted him on the former side of the bed wearing apparel in with her, in her.

Her eyes opened as the realization hit her, her body craved his. Her breasts felt hotter than ever and she realized her mammilla really hadn't gone down since she woke but now they radiated oestrus. Her abdomen fluttered as the ace rushed back and forth to her genitalia. She mewled a wishful hum against his lips. He responded by kissing her deeper.

Nick's manus left her chest and slid up to her neck, he pulled her more insistently toward himself. He lay on top of her and she felt the puffiness through his swither, the back, and her step-in. A quite respectable puffiness at that, one that she had no doubt that she would thoroughly enjoy, and enjoy soon.

Just that feeling of being desired and desiring someone inspired contentment in her and fanned her desires even further.

She followed his exercise and grasped her hands behind his neck so their lips could be further crushed together ; something that always increased her passion. Her grip brushed against his hair and it prickled her hands.

It felt bristly much rougher than it looked, almost sharp. He pressed his lips against her Sir Thomas More pressing all his exercising weight into her becoming nearly uncomfortable for Angela. ding's hand worked its way down from her neck toward her bosom, but she felt a incisive botheration as his nail scratched her skin.

"Ow !"Angela squeezed her middle shut as tears jumped to them. Her hired man released the now bristly hair on the back of Nick's head."What happened ? That hurt."she said as she pushed him off of her.

Her teary-eyed vision played tricks on her. His hair was a heap of sharp, s bristly tufts and his face looked darker.

"Now I found you, you won't be able to get rid of me."ding repeated, his voice sounded coarse. His back talk were thinner and his teeth seemed card shark. His helping hand crept further down to her breast, his nails cutting through the gauzy material as they curled.

ding's entire skin darkened several shades each metre Angela blinked. His handsome features melted into sinister ace. He chuckled in Nick's voice which turned unholy. Angela found herself unable to move first from childlike shock, then from fear.

The creature that was once notch, the Mara, bent over Angela to bite at her neck. Angela felt its scarred mouth before the dentition sank into her flesh. She closed her eyes in pain and horror.

From behind the daimon bend over her she heard the panicked trousering of a terror stricken horse .