Something didn't feel right. She was tired, but thirsty, and knew she wouldn't fall asleep until she got up and got some water. Super cozy in her pink flower flannel pajamas, she made herself scoot her legs out from under the covers and put her feet on the floor. It was dark, which was how she preferred it, and she made her away across her room to the door knowing exactly where it would be. Some of her co-workers thought she was weird for living alone and preferring a bedroom with no windows, but she knew what she liked and had no regrets on either count. She drifted into the hall and headed towards the kitchen... she had a nice refrigerator with filtered water, and she made frequent use of it and it's soft blue glow to find her glass to fill. It did, like always. She raised the glass to her lips, savoring the cool water as it slid past her throat. Excellent.
Every light cut out at once, bathing the kitchen in darkness. Through the far window, she saw the faint glow of the moon. Darn, but at least she had gotten her drink before the power went out. Doubt set in, as she noticed the neighbor's lights were still on. Had someone cut the power to her house? Her mind raced. Who had she upset enough to cut her power lines? Ok, maybe it was just the breaker. Did a fuse blow? Or was it that nerd she had shrugged off last weekend... was he really pyscho enough to cut her power lines? Did he get into her house, somehow, and to her breaker box? No. She was being paranoid. She was tired, and she was going to go back to bed and get a good nights sleep, and her phone was already charged so she would be waking up on time to it's alarm, power or no power. She walked back to her room, confidently reaching for the doorknob by memory to let herself back into the room. She closed the door behind her, and walked over to her bed and got into it. She reached over to her phone to make sure she had her alarm set properly. She hit the power button on the phone to light up the screen. Her phone did not turn on.
"I have that effect on electrical systems." She froze. The voice was deep, relaxed, and otherworldly. She was supposed to be alone. Her phone was not working and she could not use it to call for help. After a frantic second of indecision, she jumped up out of her bed and bolted for the door, finding it would not twist within her grasp, and might as well have been part of the wall. It melted out of her hand, and she realized in horror it had literally become a part of the wall.
"You now... I can actually hear your inner voice. I can sense what you are feeling, as clearly as my own senses. I live for taking in such delicious experiences as the one you are having now. You have absolutely no clue how aroused your terror has me right now... but you are about to find out."
She didn't even know what to do, and slumped to the ground quietly, leaning against the wall where the door once was.
"I actually have some excellent news for you. Many demons feed only on terror, horror, despair, and the like. I'll admit I have a taste for those things... but the things I love most in a victim is lust, helplessness, shame in enjoying their own victimization so much. I will make you feel so good you will wish for death as an escape from the shame of being hopelessly subservient to your body's relentless demand for everything I will put you through."
"This can't be real," she thought to herself, "I'm just having a bad dream."
"Not a bad dream, but an excellent one. My name is Dranzid, and I'll be your dream master for tonight. The wonderful part about me visiting you in your dream is that if I accidentally kill you, you will still wake up! Hah! But I do jest. You are very much awake... and I've never "accidentally" killed a victim... I'm a professional, and I've been doing this since before your pathetic human civilizations even began."
"No!" she cried. "I refuse to believe it! I demand that I wake up right this second!" She pinched herself, and was dismayed to find out that it felt exactly like any other pinch when she was awake. She felt something wrap around her ankle.
"Do come over here, and let us get more familiar", Dranzid purred.
