"No, I mean you personally," said Mr. Dawson. He pushed the package across the desk to her. "As you can see it is addressed to Miss Jennifer Marlowe at your current address. "Jennifer was speechless but finally reached out and took the parcel and then stood up to leave, feeling suddenly in a panic. Mr. Dawson look a bit disappointed and Jennifer realized that he had been curious as to what the package contained.
"I would rather open it in private Mr. Dawson, but I am very grateful for the dedicated service of you and your firm. Perhaps I will be able to tell you what was in the parcel at a future meeting. "Dawson nodded his thanks and Jennifer left his office and stepped out onto the main street of Palmerville. Jennifer was thinking about the package so hard she nearly ran into someone and stopped when she saw it was the librarian she had met the day before.
"Hello my dear," said the librarian. "I heard some people in town talking about a new Lady Godiva riding through town last night. They said she was rather a busty blonde. Quite a coincidence don't you think after our talk yesterday?"
"Oh I am sure that is all it is," replied Jennifer, "a coincidence. Perhaps those people had a bit too much too drink and beside I don't have a horse!"With that Jennifer hurried away, eager to get away from the penetrating gaze of the librarian and eager to see what the parcel contained.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Jennifer stared at the package for sometime. She was dying of curiosity and at the same time filled with fear and apprehension over what she might find inside. Finally curiosity won and she carefully opened the package. Inside was a book, or to be more precise, a diary. With shaking hands, Jennifer opened it to the title page.
Oh my, this diary might hold the key to what had happened to her the last two nights. With trembling hands, Jennifer turned the page and began to read.
It has been one week since I moved into this house that I had built for me. I picked the location of the house after months of careful research and I have implemented my plan. Alas, I fear my plan has gone horribly awry and I write this journal as a record of my actions and mistakes. Since the tragic death of my husband Charles, I have sought out any and all occult methods to try and contact him. A book of magic I found in New Orleans led me to this house and my plan. This house stands on the site of an ancient massacre and the book says that such a place will have a weakening of the wall between this world and the netherworld. The spell in the book promised to allow me to peer beyond that wall and once again make contact with my beloved Charles but it was all a lie. The spell did indeed help bridge the gulf between this world and another world, but it was a world of demons and other vile creatures. The spell allowed them to come through the void between the worlds. They are confined to this house and can manifest only after midnight, but they have possessed all manner of inanimate objects and employ them to vile and degrading uses. They hunger for sex and god help me, I have been raped every night by some perverse thing. But can I truly call it rape? When it happens a horrible lust overtakes me and I find myself participating in the act and enjoying it. I think perhaps it is part of the spell that forces me to stay and to even enjoy the degrading things that are being done to me.
One side effect of the spell is that sometimes I am blessed, or perhaps it should be cursed with glimpses of the future. In one such vision, I saw another woman who looks very much like myself coming to this house in what I believe to be over a 100 years from now. The vision was so clear that I could see her name on the letters she was opening. I will be long gone by then, but I fear that the house with its inhabitants will remain and are waiting for her. If you are reading this Jennifer, I am truly sorry. I do not know if there is an escape from what has happened to me and what will happen to you.
On my first night in the house, I was raped by my teddy bear and on the second I was taken by a tree in the garden and the statue of the horse that came to life and forced me to suck its huge organ before taking me on a midnight ride naked through the town. I am sure I was seen and the shame is horrible to live with. On the third night, it was. . . . . oh I find it hard to write of it and I think the spell is trying to prevent me from warning you. Beware the things under the stairs Jennifer!
The writing stopped abruptly at that point and a puzzled Jennifer noted that the rest of the pages were blank. A diary with only one entry? How strange. The chill words, however, reinforced her fear and she stood and headed quickly for the front door, determined to get in her car and never to return to this house. The front door, however, would not open and neither would the back. Desperate, Jennifer snatched up a chair and tossed it at the plate glass window in the front room only to see the chair bounce off and leave the window unscathed. All her attempts over the next hours resulted in failure. She was trapped in this house.
As midnight approached, Jennifer vowed that this time at least she would not go half naked to some midnight tryst and sat in her easy chair watching the clock. She suddenly woke with a start not having meant to sleep. The sound of the clock striking midnight had been what had roused her and now Jennifer could again hear the whispered voices and the creaking noises in the house. I am not going anywhere near the basement Jennifer told herself as she went to the kitchen for a glass of milk to steady her nerves. It was only when she had taken her first step down into the cellar that she realized that she could not control where she was going and that she was headed down into the dark dirt floored cellar that Samantha had tried to warn her about in the diary. Heart thudding with fear, Jennifer took another step and another until she was halfway down the stairs. When she was two thirds of the way down, she felt something touch her ankle and she looked down with a scream frozen in her throat. A pair of hands was thrusting up between the stairs and touching her ankles. They were green and scaly looking and as she watched they seemed to stretch to impossible length finger walking higher up her legs. To her knees then to her thighs the fingers walked. The hands reached her hips and then with the ripping sound of fabric, her dress was torn from her body leaving her in her bra and panties.
Jennifer stood there frozen, unable to move either up or down as the hands started to caress her body, running over her legs and ass and up to her breasts. Then a second pair of hands emerged and stretched up to her breasts and unclasped her bra to let her large boobs swing free. Those hands cupped her breasts and rubbed the nipples until they were hard leaving Jennifer feeling weak in the knees and moaning. That was when a third set of hands rose up and slid her panties down so the busty blonde stood naked on the stairs. First one finger and then two from this third set of hands slipped into her pussy and began to finger fuck her. Jennifer felt herself getting wet as she stood there with the three sets of hands running over her body and exploring every part of it.
Then suddenly the three sets of hands tightened on Jennifer and dragged her down under the stairs. It was impossible she knew, there was not a large enough opening between the risers, but it seemed to yawn open and the hands pulled her down and under the stairs. She found herself naked and confronting the owners of the three pairs of hands. The creatures were about four feet tall. Their skins were scaly looking and one was green, one gold and one blue. Between their legs were three of the biggest cocks Jennifer had ever seen.
