A Closet Encounter

Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.

So, I've recently read some accounts of paranormal encounters, where the people supposedly met supernatural entities in their own homes, with little to no warning, leaving them too flabbergasted by what was happening to even begin an appropriate emotional response.

So, me being me, I thought, what if something like this happened, but it was erotic? Some being just suddenly appeared in someone's home, had sex with the occupant, and then just as suddenly disappeared before that person even processed what had happened? And so, this story was born.

Please, don't forget to comment, rate and if you like it, favorite the story. Constructive critique and feedback are always welcomed.

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If someone would've asked him, Nolan Lewis would probably admit that he himself was not sure how to feel about moving back into his childhood home. Not that he hated the place or anything. His memories of it, before his family had officially moved out of it and gave it to a few of his father's relatives a few years before he became a legal adult, were pretty neutral and ordinary.

Still, when his parents had first called him a month ago and offered him the opportunity to move back there, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. He had no idea why. He just did.

Maybe it was simply the change in the routine. It's been years since his parents realized that their new house was much worse than they realized at first, and decided that they would get their old one back. Their efforts to do so, which mainly consisted of all sides doing their best not to turn this into an all-out family drama and to find a way to change the house's ownership as quickly as possible, which was made rather complicated by the fact that those relatives of theirs now all had jobs in locations near it, were a constant activity in the background of his life for almost three years by now. The fact that it had finally ended was almost a bit shocking to him.

Or, maybe, it was just the bitter aftertaste left in his mouth by the fact that, although

they

were the ones who wanted to get the house back, it was

him

whom they pressured to move back there first, while they, even a month later, were still living in the place they claimed to dislike.

He, personally, didn't dislike it. He also didn't dislike the apartment he was renting with two of his friends before his parents got him to come back here.

Sure, their arguments made sense. This house was just a few blocks away from the company where he had recently been hired, while their home was on the very same street their workplaces were, so, this arrangement made complete sense in this regard.

Still, despite all of that, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he got the short end of the stick there. This place just, felt, weird? It wasn't even anything concrete, but, now that he was back here, he couldn't ignore that the whole building just felt a bit, otherworldly? He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but it just somehow felt much more, "raw" and "nasty" than it probably should, and playing his childhood and teenage memories over and over again in his mind, he was realizing that it had always had some strange vibe, some dark undercurrent to it.

But, whatever. No matter what weird feeling there might've been in the air, it wasn't like anything bad was going to happen to him. He's been living here for almost a month by now without any issues, he was pretty sure that he was alone there, and would remain so for as long as he didn't invite his friends over. Not to mention that there was simply no way any actual monster would have suddenly jumped out at him from the darkness. This, he understood perfectly ever since he was an eight-year-old living here.

Or so he thought, anyway.

The sun was just beginning to set, and so, being a young, energetic, 22-year-old male alone in a rather spacious house, he decided to have some fun from now well into the night. Specifically, by enjoying a couple of hours worth of video games, and maybe some quick bits of porn. Inevitably, of course, as it happened most times when a guy like him committed himself to such an undertaking, it quickly flipped. Now, after a few minutes of playing his favorite PSP game, he was watching porn.

Movie after movie, clip after clip spent with his hand wrapped around his prick, he completely lost track of time and barely even noticed that he could now see nothing out of the windows of the living room apart from pitch-black darkness.

A strange chill ran through his spine as he looked into the darkness. For a moment, he was as sure that he was watched by someone else as he looked out of those windows as he was of the fact that the sun rises in the east.

He didn't feel like there was any proverbial monster staring back at him from the abyss, though. Of course not. What he felt was the certain sensation of someone watching him from behind, the feeling petrifying him for a few moments before it dissipated.

Oh, whatever. Shaking his head after getting out of it, he redirected his attention back to the large screen in front of him, which was currently playing one of the best parts of one of his favorite porn clips.

"Oooh, baby, yees, aah, fuck me, fuck my tight pussy!" the buxom pornstar, who if he remembered right had some alliterative name, purred as her muscular co-star ruthlessly plowed her pussy from behind.

"Yeah, take that fucking, let those titties swing," Nolan said to himself under his breath. Due to that sudden feeling of brief terror he felt a few moments before, his previously ready-to-burst cock started quickly deflating, and only now, thanks to watching one of his favorite porn scenes ever, was his quick jerking able to stop the blood from returning to the rest of his body and start giving his prick some of the size it previously had.

And then, he heard it, and this time his cock went limp almost immediately.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

There was a knocking on a door, and it wasn't coming anywhere near the doors on the ground floor. It was coming from above him. There was no mistaking it. Something was knocking on a door on the second floor, right above his head, now, in the dead of the night.

Once again, he was paralyzed.

Then, the knocking returned, this time a bit more forceful.

Rat.

Tat.

Tat.

If somewhere back in his mind he hoped that this was just some random animal that maybe slipped into one of the rooms there through an open window or something, that hope was now instantly shattered. There was no way a random animal was knocking on the door in such a predetermined manner, with the same number of knocks following each other in succession, the second one purposefully stronger and louder than the first.

This realization breaking him out from his haze, he turned off the TV which was just showing the two porn actors awkwardly interacting with each other in a half-improvized way now that their sex session was over and his cum was proudly splattered all over her pretty face. Putting his pants back on, he went upwards to investigate after quickly snatching a medium-sized knife from the kitchen.

Slowly, unsurely, he made his way up the stairs, the knife in hand, looking around to asses which doors the knocking might've been coming from.

This quickly became an obsolete effort, as another burst of three knocks suddenly erupted from the other side of the door leading to his childhood room, the "Tap, tap, tap," of the knocks making him jump on the spot. It wasn't that they were loud or aggressive or anything. If anything, they were quieter and softer than the previous ones.

Something was purposefully playing with him, and it was doing so from right behind that door.

Tightening his grip on the knife, he inhaled deeply and saw his life briefly flash across his eyes when he gathered all of his courage and slammed into the door with his body, making it fly open and

immediately

reaching for the lightswitch the moment he could.

There was no one.

The room was completely empty, except for the furniture that had been there ever since he was a child.

Exhaling as deeply and loudly as he took that breath in moments before, he chuckled. Was this just his mind playing tricks on him after all? After scanning the room for a few milliseconds to ascertain where his favorite chair was, he moved to sit on it for a while, his grip on the knife loosening.

And then...

Rat...

Tat...

Tat...

He froze the moment he heard the first one. Now, the pauses between the knocks were almost mockingly large. Grabbing the knife as if he had let it slip out of his hand before rather than merely holding it a bit more freely, he turned to where the sounds were coming from.

His closet.

There was no doubt about it. Something, some intruder, was in the scary, antique wooden closet that was behind half of his childhood nightmares, mocking him by knocking on its doors from the inside, fully aware of what he was doing, watching him, and just daring him to open the doors.

His blood ran ice-cold. He wasn't about to back down. Not that he had anywhere to run off to now, at least. His mind once again replaying the highlights of his 22-years-long existence, he lunged forward, grabbed the handle, and swung the left door open, preparing himself to strike with the knife before he even realized what his eyes saw.

Not that it was much of an understandable sight, anyway.

He was so shocked by what he saw, that he didn't even scream. Or react in any way. He just stood there, frozen, and tried to understand what he saw.

Someone was staring at him from the half-opened closet. Standing in between the rows of old, dusty clothes that even he had pretty much never touched in his life nor did he remember where they came from, and he had no illusions about his cousins doing or knowing anything different, was a person.

Well, a "person" was the best term he could use for what he was seeing given how general and unspecified it was, because, although he was looking at something human-shaped, he had no idea what the smiling entity in his closet was. The, quite creepily, smiling being had teeth that seemed more than a bit too sharp for a human. Its eyes were pure black. No pupils, no irises, nothing but pitch-black sclera.

Quickly, the figure threw the remaining door open as well, allowing him a full look at its body.

It was a woman. Sort of. Her alabaster skin had cracks all over it, offering his panicking eyes glimpses of something dark beneath it. Similarly, her shoulder-length hair was shiny white with a couple of dark streaks in it. Even the most intimate parts of her body were similarly colorless, with only one of those dark cracks running vertically between her legs to

very

crudely approximate the female genitalia. The only clothing she wore was a dark, leather corset whose fabric was held in place by what he at first look assumed were human bones, and the more he looked at it, the more he was convinced that this assessment was correct.

"Hi there! I was getting scared that you won't come," she said in a voice that sounded like it came straight from his nightmares. "My my. You've grown so much. When was the last time I saw you? I was waiting for you to come back for so long. Remember how much fun we had? When I crawled under your bed, and you decided to be a big boy and prove that I'm not real, so you peeked... oh, how you screamed."

Her last words finally broke him out of the petrified trance he was in ever since he had opened the closet. All the long-repressed memories now flooded his mind as he realized just why,

exactly

, her voice reminded him of his nightmares so much.

Just as he did on the night she talked about, he prepared himself to scream so much that it would leave his throat sore for a day, his body still unable to move and his eyes widening and legs shaking in terror. Or, rather, he would've screamed, had she not slammed her white, cracked, skeletal hand onto his mouth, shutting it and ensuring that the only sounds he made were a few confused and terrified grunts and gusts of breath.

She was crazily strong. The way she just slapped her hand on his mouth made him feel like all of his teeth were punched out, and only the fact that he didn't find himself swallowing any of them reminded him that he still possessed any.

Thanks to her holding his mouth shut and his head in place, he was also now getting acquainted with her nails. Or rather, claws. Previously not even noticed by him with how translucent they were, he now hoped that they were only pressing against and not into his skin, being as sharp as knives, if not sharper, and with him still not knowing just how long they were.

"Watch out, you'll get cut if you open your mouth too much. Or move," she gleefully said, seemingly knowing exactly what thoughts were running through his mind.

Then, she hungrily opened her mouth, and what he saw in her mouth sent his stomach churning.

In the dark nothingness behind the sharp, animalistic, almost shark-like teeth, was a disgusting, terrifying, pulsating black mass that was her "tongue." No, that probably wasn't the best way to describe it. That he realized very quickly because it was now

leaving

her mouth.

Like some snake out of hell or a demonic snail, the black tongue extended itself several times over what would be possible with a human one, slithering and sliding onto his face.

Chills ran down his spine when it touched his skin, forcing him to close his eyes. It was much colder and slimier than he had expected. Like a little kid playing with a lollipop, she thirstily tasted every uncovered part of his face, covering it in nasty, foul-smelling slime, before finally taking it off.

"You're delicious," she said, almost proudly. While he just stared into the dark voids she had in place of eyes, too terrified to do anything else, she added, "Don't worry, you'll get a chance to scream however much you want. But not from fear and terror, oh no. It's time for the two of us to start over and let bygones be bygones. You've grown so much since you've left..."

When she finished speaking, she brought one of her claws on his neck and started sliding it down. It seamlessly sunk into his clothes and started cutting his shirt in half as casually as a knife would cut through butter.

In seconds, his shirt was destroyed and his pants were next to go. Stopping only for a brief moment to blurt out, "Grown so much," while looking at his exposed chest, she soon resumed cutting into his clothes with her nail claw. Just like the thin fabric of his white shirt, the thick one of his black jeans was cut apart with no apparent effort from her.

A few seconds after starting, though, she suddenly stopped, her black "eyes" and mouth contorting into a terrifying grin. Repositioning her finger, she brought her nail back on his underbelly and started cutting again. This time, it was the time for his underwear to be prematurely destroyed.

He could do nothing more than gulp loudly as she triumphantly swung her hand down, the grin from before returning onto her face as she did so, cutting both his pants and underwear in half and exposing his cock to the cold air of the room.

For a few moments, they just stood there and stared at each other, both of them seemingly petrified this time instead of just him.

"Don't try to run away, or do anything stupid. I'll just cut you to pieces if you do, and then you'll be here forever with me anyway," she said, waiting for him to carefully nod before slowly taking her hand off of his mouth.

As expected, he didn't do anything drastic. He just took a deep breath and looked around the room. By now, he was fully convinced that this was just some crazy nightmare he was having, a realization that was only further confirmed as he looked at her body and finally realized that she was obviously aroused, and was even internally chastising himself for doubting it just moments before.

"I guess that I should take my..." he thought for a moment to think of a correct description. "Cut-up rags off now?"

"And you've even become smarter over the years," she said with an almost parental pride in her voice, shaking her head lightly as she did so.

Obviously annoyed by her comment, he did his best not to let his feelings show, and simply decided to do what she wanted until he finally woke up from whatever delirious dream this was.

Taking off his clothes after they were already cut up, shredded really, was an interesting experience. After a few awkward pulls which only ripped his clothes up more, he finally managed to take them off.

The worst part? He was getting turned on. He could pretend differently when his pants were still untouched and covering his lower body, but now, he had no way to hide that he was as clearly aroused as she was.

She obviously liked the fact. Before he could say anything, she jumped at him like a monstrous predator, locking her limbs around him as she sent him falling to the ground.

"What, fuck..." he angrily blurted out through gritted teeth as he recovered from slamming onto the ground, her heavy, cold body on his and his eyes staring at the black holes and sharp teeth which dominated her face.

Now, as he looked at her, he finally felt something switch in him. With pain coursing throughout his body, he, probably for the first time in his life, felt anger replace fear and terror as the emotion he felt while looking at her. He himself wasn't sure where this feeling was coming from, but somehow, no matter how futile it might've been, it still made him feel better and more powerful in this situation.

The times when she could terrify him just by peeking out of that closet were gone. Now, he was just angry and wanted to get done and over with this as soon as possible.

"Yesss," she whispered, sounding just like a hissing snake, her nails cutting a bit into the skin of his back as she repositioned herself over him. "Let's get you ready," she added, before opening her mouth, maw really, letting the thick, black tongue slowly slither out of it in its seemingly infinite glory again.

Slowly tracing the parts of his body that were so far untouched by her form, the monstrous appendage made its way to his half-limp cock, her "vagina" above both of them.

His breath stopped at the sight. He knew what was coming. With only a crude wink sent his way, she gave him a second to prepare as the dark muscle wrapped itself around the meaty organ like a belt, feeling not a bit differently.

"Ooof, aaah," he breathed out in both shock and a bit of pain, as she wrapped the unholy organ around his manhood a few more times.

Then, she did

exactly

what he knew she would.

Slowly at first, getting bolder and quickening the pace of it every moment, she started pleasuring it to make it harder. With her tongue wrapped tightly a few times around it, she was basically jerking him off like he would do with his hand, pressing against it from all sides as she moved the curled appendage up and down the length of his cock.

She wasn't stopping with just that, though. With the tip of her tongue, and quite a large part of it below the tip as well, unwrapped and free to swirl around, she took to teasing his cockhead, deliberately focusing on its most sensitive spots as she did so.

"Oh, fuck, aah," he breathed out as she pleasured his prick.

He knew what was coming, and he also knew that he had no chance to resist. With her skillfully playing with the most sensitive parts of his manhood, from the underside of the crown to pressing the base in, not to mention the weird slime working as a surprisingly good lube... no matter how hard he was trying to deny her victory and no matter how angry and still a bit scared he was, she soon brought his cock to full hardness.