These are going to be the stories of supernatural creatures and cryptids using the human race as they see fit for their own satisfaction. Each story will feature a particular entity and its interactions with a person. Some will be sweet and happy. Most will be dark and sexual. It is a story "box of chocolates."
She felt excited and nervous. She was finally on her own entirely, it was a unique experience she was more then ready for. Today was moving day, even though she only owned a few boxes and was done in a couple of hours. As she became stationary the nervousness settled back into her bones. The only furniture in her apartment was a full size bed and a small loveseat that was obviously a minimum of 50 years old. Night had fallen. Her first night in a new space as a new person. She was physically and mentally exhausted from the last several months and this was the first time she had been alone. As she sits, her thoughts are racing - have to go to Target and get some dishes, soap, toilet paper. A budget needs to be made, how is she going to do that? This place is so empty, it echoes like the thoughts in my head. Do I leave the lights on when I go to bed? I wonder if he misses me. What about food - what am I going to make!?
In order to shut her mind up, she grabs a book and goes to lie down on her bed. She didn't have many books left but she took her favorites. As she starts reading her mind becomes quiet and visual with pictures the words are painting for her. Quickly, she falls asleep.
When she wakes up in the morning there is an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. She feels the tears well as she feels her chest and shoulders lighten. Today is the first day of the new her - she can do whatever she wants, when she wants. She is paralyzed with indecision as she stays in bed, her eyes on the ceiling, soaking up the sun as it drenches her body. While she is attempting to listen to herself and find out what to first she hears something being shifted in the other room. She darts upright - what the hell was that! - she whispers to herself. She slowly shifts along the bedroom wall thinking to herself that she needs to add purchase weapon to her to-do list as she was barely clothed and had absolutely nothing to protect herself with. She peeps around the corner and quickly surveys the area. All of her few belongings are where she left them and there is no person or animal that she can see. She creeps into the room and checks all common hiding places. All clear. She was probably still dreaming she thinks to herself and brushes the experience off. Now that she was up and moving she decided to get her day started.
Since there was no food in the house she took a shower, got dressed and headed out to do some shopping and to pick up breakfast. The outside world seemed relaxed and everyone seemed to go at their own pace. She was unsure if this was because it was Sunday or if she was noticing people like her.
Sunday night. She was busy psyching herself up to be prepared for work tomorrow. Even though she felt like a new person her co-workers had no idea what she had been going through and may not recognize or acknowledge her newness. She falls asleep stressing about the next day and having imaginary conversations with co-workers.
Monday morning. A new day - day two of the new me she thinks to herself. She arrives at work, prompt as always and sees everything with fresh eyes. Did Donna always have flowers on her desk? The walls, have they always been green? As she sat down at her desk she immediately felt ready to work and be the most productive she could be.
