October 31, 1998
Dana Scully's Apartment Building
Front Entrance
The rain was pouring as a streak of lightning lit up the night sky. I had to run from my car holding the umbrella over my head, I was thankful that a group of teenage girls had unlocked the security door in front of me. When we stepped into the lobby I said to the teen that lived above me, "Not a very good night for trick or treating, huh Jess."
Jess replied, "We aren't going to trick or treat tonight Ms. Scully, we have an Ouija board. Is there any spirits we can conjure up for you?" I laughed and shook my head no saying, "I have enough trouble dealing with the living, but thanks any way girls." We split up me taking the elevator and the girls burning up some of their energy taking the stairs.
*****
On the way up the stairs Amber said, "I like that Ms. Scully she is sure nice for an adult, it is too bad she doesn't have a man in her life."
Stephanie spoke up, "Yeah except for that creepy Mr. Mulder," and everyone laughed.
*****
In my apartment I stripped out of my work clothes and slipped into my silk pajamas, and then I settled down on my couch to read some of the trashy novel I had picked up at the book store today. About nine O'clock I decided to go to bed.
Some time during the night I woke sitting straight up in my bed there was a flash of lightning that revealed a strange man standing at the foot of my bed. I opened my mouth to scream but the man held out his hand tearing the scream from my throat, my mouth was open and the air was rushing from my body but there was no sound. Stunned from the lack of sound from my scream the only thing I could think of was, "Who are you?"
"My name is Malachi." The man spoke in an old dialect.
Malachi made a side ways jester with his arm and my bed covers flew off me. He then began to manipulate something with his fingers in front of him and I noticed that the buttons on my pajama top were being unbuttoned by some invisible force. I try to hold the buttons but it was of no use as if they had a will of their own one at a time they pop from their holes. With a flick of Malachi's wrist my top fell open exposing my firm breasts, nipples hardening instantly from the chill of the night air. With a gesture and a flick of his wrist my arms moved straight up in the air and my pj top went sailing up and onto the floor. I tried to lower my arms to cover my bare breasts, but found I couldn't move them. My upper body was suddenly pushed down against the bed making me lay prone, my breasts stretched taught from my arms being held above my head by an unknown force. Another gesture from Malachi caused my PJ bottoms and panties to come flying off leaving me completely naked. Malachi began walking towards the head of my bed and it was as if he passed through an invisible wall, one minute he was fully clothed and the next he was completely nude his skin completely covered in a light sheen of blood. Malachi touched my left ankle and my legs spread as if someone had grasped my ankles and forced them apart. His fingers traveled up my leg leaving a slimy trail of blood. When he reached my womanhood I suddenly sucked in a gasp of air. As his fingers kneaded my most intimate place my hips began undulating against his fingers I fought and fought to feel no pleasure but my will finally lost out and with a scream of "No..." my body shuddered and finally I was brought to an unwilling orgasm. Climbing on to the bed in-between my out stretched legs he lined his huge angry evil manhood up and pushed against my defenseless delicate womanhood, giving in under the pressure my labia stretched open to welcome the invading monster. As he began rutting in and out of me his mouth fell onto my breasts biting all around the tender flesh making me scream out in pain... or was it pleasure, it was hard to separate it from the thrumming between my legs. After what felt like an eternity of the torturous pounding I could feel my internal muscles convulsing around the invading erection as it swelled even bigger just before releasing its hot slimy seed. Before the pleasure from my orgasm had begun to fade away the man lying on top of me vanished just as fast as he had appeared.
The next morning I was just on this side of consciousness thinking to my still numb mind what a weird dream. I felt a chill and when I went to pull for my covers I couldn't find them. I opened my eyes and as I returned to full consciousness I noticed a soreness between my legs and when I looked down at my breasts they were all marked with bite marks. I began crying and I picked up the phone to call Mulder. When he answered I wept into the phone "Mulder...I...I...I ve been...ra...rap...raped"
When Mulder walked into my apartment I was still in my robe sitting on the couch with my knees drawn up to my chest crying. Mulder came over and sat next to me trying to comfort me, I tried to relate the dream I had, that's when Mulder suggested maybe I had been attacked by a ghost. I nearly kicked him out from my apartment but first I ripped open my robe and screamed at him, "Does this look like a ghost bit me?" Mulder looked closely at my breasts, not in an erotic way but in an investigative way. Mulder settled me down then asked me, "was your door locked this morning?"
"Yes."
"Even the chain?"