Rose hated being back in her childhood home, but she hadn't counted on the fire that had swept through her apartment and vaporized most of her belongings. She hadn't really had much of a choice; it was either return home or sleep on the streets. She had come to live in the house with her Grandmother when she was ten years old, after her family had been killed in a car accident. She had only stayed four years before moving in with an aunt. She had found the place too creepy, too depressing. She had spent the loneliest years of her childhood here. And now here she was, and of all the days she could have arrived, of course it had to be Halloween. The spookiest day of the year. Maybe that was why she was having so much trouble getting to sleep.
Grandma hadn't altered Rose's bedroom in the slightest since she had moved out. It was still pink, still full of dolls and stuffed animals. Her bed was the same narrow one with the white lace canopy. She stared up at the frilliness above her and remembered what the nights had been like here. As a kid she had always believed that a boogeyman lived under her bed. He lurked beneath it waiting for the moment when she would be foolish enough to poke her head out from beneath the covers. Then he would seize her and drag her down with him to the shadowy kingdom underneath the bed. She had named the creature Mr. Maleus, and it was in large part due to him that she had been so eager to move in with her aunt. Mr. Maleus had given her sleepless nights until she was fourteen years old. Her old boogeyman's face followed her down into darkness.
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She was the captain of a big, old-fashioned ship that bobbed and skimmed over the waves. She was searching for buried treasure on a faraway isle. She had thought she was the only one aboard but then she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw a thin, pale man approaching. His features were sharp and angular, his hair shaggy and dark brown. His eyes were golden and had slited pupils. "I never thought I'd see you again, Rosie," he said.
"Who are you?" she asked. For some reason this man was frightening her very badly.
"I'm Mr. Maleus," he said, getting closer. "Don't you remember?"
"You're not real. I made you up when I was a kid."
Mr. Maleus shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not." He stopped when he was about a foot away from her and regarded her. "You certainly have grown up," he said, his eyes traveling up and down her body, or at least what was visible of it through her bulky captain's coat. "Why don't we have a change of scene?" He snapped his fingers and suddenly they were no longer on a boat. They were standing on a sandy beach and Rose was naked. She shrieked and tried to cover herself with her hands. Mr. Maleus laughed. "Quite lovely," he said.
"Give me back my clothes!"
"If you insist." He snapped his fingers again and Rose found that she was now wearing a tiny purple sundress, barely long enough to cover her ass and semi-transparent. He hadn't bothered to provide any underwear. "That's much better than what you were wearing before."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Do you really want to know?" He reached out to encircle her waist with one arm, his golden eyes glinting in the sun off of the water. She shied away from him, pushing away so hard that she almost fell on her ass. He disappeared from in front of her and before she had time to wonder where he could have gone she felt him pressing himself against her back. She cried out and tried to struggle away from him but he wrapped his arms around her. His cock was pressing against her backside, hard and incredibly big. "I'm doing this to you," he whispered in her ear, his hands beginning to stroke her belly, "because I need you to help me."
"How?" she let out a high-pitched squeak when his hands found her breasts and gave them a hard squeeze. Again she tried to get away, but he held her close.
"You have to fuck me. You're the first woman who's slept in this bed in eighty years and you came on just the right night. Halloween is when the physical world and the spirit world come together."
"No!" Rose gasped. "You're my fucking childhood boogeyman!"
He wriggled his hips slightly so that his cock ground against her ass. "Do you think I want to be a boogeyman? It's not a very satisfying line of work. I used to be an incubus."
He gave her nipples a deep pinch and then his hands began to glide lower. He lifted the hem of her sundress. "No," she moaned, trying to pull it back down. Why was she so helpless? This was like those dreams where you try desperately to run but can't go above a crawl.
"Yes," he hissed, and then his fingers were spreading the lips of her pussy. Rose groaned and squirmed but when he pinched her clit between two fingers and began to work it back and forth she went limp, pleasure jolting through her.
"You're going to give me that burst of power I need to become an incubus once more. Just say yes. I promise that it will be a night you'll never forget."
Rose felt herself tensing all over. His fingers were maddening her. She wanted so badly to come but she couldn't bring herself to just give into him like that. "No," she said, but her voice was unsure now, drugged by pleasure. He released her clit and then dipped two fingers inside of her, curving them upwards so that she could toy with her g-spot. She cried out softly.
