Posts in Paranormal

        Tilton           “Oh, my God,” you whisper, mostly to yourself as your body tries to catch up with your brain and your new-found realization. Slowly, your eyes finally travel up to meet Kitty-Cat’s now puzzled ones.   “W-What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice still dripping with desire but marred with hints of apprehension as well.   “It’s…It’s you, isn’t it?” you say, blinking slowly as your high suddenly comes crashing down.   You’re not sure whether the look on your face says… Read More

        Exactly The Same         “I want to fuck you so bad, Kitty-Cat,” you bite on her ear as you whisper the crude, honest words into it. She purrs at the sensation, gasping with every nip you take at her small ring of cartilage. “Are you going to let me fuck you, sweetheart? Hmm?”   She’s panting heavily now, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest at any moment. You feel it beating so powerfully and rapidly against your own chest than… Read More

        Divine         It comes at you like a hidden atom bomb; a surprise attack that you both welcome and apprehend, one that you know will lead to your blissful demise. You become completely helpless as you breathe her in, savoring her unique, elating scent as it drifts relentlessly into your nostrils, wafting through your nasal cavity before seamlessly merging with every sensory organ in your body.   It’s as if her aroma is becoming a part of you; like you need it to… Read More

        A Welcome Trespasser           Decimation. De. Ci. Ma. Tion. Even in your sleep, your chest tightens at the mere thought of the word, and a renewed restlessness seeps into you despite your body’s desire to remain sedated. Decimation. Decimation. Decimation. Decimation. Decimation… The familiar voice whispers it to you again and again, saying the unforgettable word over and over, taunting you with his persistence. His eyes plead even as the rest of his face feigns resolve, unable to truly hide the weight… Read More

        “You’re Going To Kill Me”         The next thing you know, you’re being hauled into the air like a Ping-Pong ball, your body flung around as if it weighs nothing at all and then landing harshly back onto the bed on your stomach.   Before you can even make a sound, he’s on top of you, pinning you down. Your heart pounds with incredible vigor as you feel him grab your hair from behind, and a renewed sense of fear ripples through you… Read More

        Sleeping Beauty           Your immediate impulse is to react; to scream, to hit him…to do something.   Anything.   But all you can do is lie there right next to him like a weathered log, staring at his magnificent form as he holds your hand in the same way a toddler would hold a highly treasured candy bar while he slumbers away.   You can’t help but notice that even though his grip on your wrist is firm and unrelenting, it makes… Read More

        Like A Motherfucking Baby           Oh, my God…   It’s the same one.   Exactly the same one.   You’re absolutely sure of it.   Abruptly, realization and memory set in so quickly it makes your head spin. Your eyes fly open in a mix of shock and panic. All the heaviness in your eyelids is instantly forgotten they lift reflexively from the sudden wave of fear and anxiety washing over you; feelings of dread and confusion that are quickly replacing the… Read More

        A Familiar Scent         Your forehead moves again, but this time, it isn’t because you move it. Whatever you’re resting against shifts ever so slightly. It does it again, and then again, steadily and rhythmically…almost as if it’s…breathing.   A huge bell goes off in your head, putting two and two together as your body continues to give in to the magical trance it’s under despite your brain struggling to tell it otherwise. Your nose doesn’t seem to want to be set free… Read More

        Counting Sheep Pills         Your bare foot taps absently against the cold tile floor, rapidly hitting it again and again as your toes involuntarily flirt back and forth with the frigid ground. You’re far too aware of the hardness of the old wooden chair you’re sitting in. The vertical rails of the backrest bite into your skin, cold and rigid as you shift restlessly in the uncomfortable relic. It creaks loudly with even the slightest movement you make, emitting the most unpleasant sound… Read More

        A Candle in the Wind         You struggle to swallow as you recall the incident.   Deep down, you think he already knew.   Just as you did.   In his Reaper’s Intuition, he knew she was gone.   Still, hearing the words out loud, witnessing his worst fear manifest itself, was more than he could bear.   More than anyone could bear.   He’d shut down—completely and absolutely.   He didn’t speak, didn’t move, didn’t do anything.   Couldn’t.   It was… Read More