324 year old Laura Tucker sat in her kitchen with her fourth cup of coffee in front of her. She looked at the kitchen clock, still two hours until Michael came home. She dared not look outside, he or it might be there. Last four years she had seen it following her, watching her every Halloween, the black hood hiding it's face in shadow and the glowing red points where it's eyes should be were enough to send chills up and down her spine.
The first time she saw it she had thought it rather amusing, but through the years as it kept appearing every Halloween, she had been less and less amused and when last Halloween she had seen the two glowing red eyes staring at her through her bedroom window, as she was going to sleep, she had her first touch of the fear that now was consuming her. She was sure she had seen the glowing eyes last year, even though it had only been for a moment, when she had looked again to be sure, they were gone. She was scared, terrified that it might be out there in the street, watching her house as she sat here with her coffee, waiting for Michael to come home. She dared not go to sleep without him, not while it might be out there.
Her shaking hands brought the cup to her lips, as she sipped the black coffee she realised that she shouldn't be drinking so much of it. She looked out into the hall, she needed to pee but she was afraid to move from her seat. She looked at the kitchen clock again, only two minutes since she last looked at it. God, why did time have to move so slowly, she watched the second hand on the clock tick slowly around and around. Tick, tick, tick, tick, she couldn't hold it any longer, she had to relieve herself, she looked again into the hall.
She could do this, it was out there in the street, not in her house. She got up from her chair and slowly walked out into the hall, at least she'd had the sense to turn on all the lights in the house before it got dark outside. She thought about going back into the kitchen and take a knife with her, no that was silly, the doors were locked and all the windows were closed, she'd seen to that. Michael would laugh at her if he knew she was in this state. She turned around again and took one step and then she froze, cold fear nearly stopping her heart, she looked towards the living room, the lights weren't on in there. She was sure she'd turned on the lights in there like in all the other rooms, didn't she? She couldn't remember. No, she must have forgotten the living room, she would have heard if anybody had tried to get into the house. But still she couldn't move and just kept staring into the darkness which was her living room, imagining that she saw the glowing red eyes staring back at her. No, she was just imagining it, she looked again, no she couldn't see any red eyes there, it was just her imagination. She had to go, there was no way she could hold it any longer.
"Get a grip. There's nobody in the house but me." She whispered to herself.
"Then why am I whispering?"
She looked towards the bathroom, she had to go and she had to go bad. She took a deep breath and moved as fast as she could into the bathroom, she locked the door, undid her jeans, sat on the toilet and ahhhhh, what a wonderful release. The feeling was so wonderful that she forgot all about her fear, she closed her eyes, it was as if all her fears were melting away with the release of her bladder.
"Oh, Wow."
Sho opened her eyes but couldn't see anything. She blinked and the fear came back with a vengeance, the light was out. Shaking, she reached for the light switch, moved her hand back and forth against the wall until she found it. She tried it but no luck, everything was still pitch black around her. She sat there for what felt like forever but she still couldn't move from the toilet. What time was it? Wasn't it time for Michael to come home? Michael. What would Michael think of her if he found her like this and in this state? He would laugh at her. She couldn't bear the idea of him laughing at her fears so she stood up, her legs were very weak and she was shaking but she pulled her jeans up from her ankles and moved towards the door. Maybe the lights were still on in the hall and in the kitchen. She managed to unlock the door and opened it slowly. No, the lights were off in the hall too, but what about the kitchen? She stepped into the hall, there were no lights anywhere, the house was in total darkness except for a vague light coming in from the street which at least made it possible for her to see vague outlines of the furniture. She willed herself to move towards the kitchen, she knew she had a flashlight there and some candles, that would at least make it possible for her to have some light, though she knew it would not relieve her fear. She saw the outline of the little table and the phone, she should call Michael on his mobile, but first she had to get the flashlight.
She had almost reached the kitchen when a cold hand grabbed the back of her neck, she screamed and started to run, knocking the table over, she fell face down on the floor. She turned around, saw the outline of the telephone where it had fallen when she knocked the table over, she looked up and saw those red eyes staring down at her, she couldn't move, completely paralyzed by fear, unable to move or scream. The shadowy figure stepped over the telephone coming closer to her.
She saw the creature kneeling down by her side and felt it's hand stroking her belly, moving up and gently start to feel her breasts through her t-shirt. This couldn't be happening, I must be having a nightmare. Wake up Laura, wake up. The tears were running down her face but she still couldn't move. She realised that the creature had undone her jeans and she could feel it's hand going through her perfectly black bush. She started to struggle, trying to get away from this thing that apparently wanted to rape her. The creatures left hand grabbed her throat and pinned her to the floor, the touch of the creatures cold hand on her throat was enough to stop her struggles. She felt the creatures finger on her clit and shivered when two fingers sank into her.
