Succubus

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WARNING- THIS STORY IS A TRUE STORY. THE TRUE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED, BUT THE ACCOUNT HAS NOT BEEN ALTERED IN ANY WAY BESIDES SPELLING AND GRAMMER CORRECTIONS.*

　

I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket to my chin and sighed. It was 8:30, and I was exhausted. I closed my eyes tighter and cuddled deeper into the soft sheets.

Suddenly, I heard the door creak open and the light from the hall flood my room. I heard light taps, like high heels. I tried to open my eyes, but I found I was paralysed.

I felt fear rise up in my body and my heart began to race. I felt an inhuman presence in my room. A demonic type presence.

I felt the blanket slide off my body and cold, thin hands pull my shorts off so I was in my underwear. My heart sped up more, this time because I felt passion making me ache. An image was projected into my mind of a beautiful woman with large breasts, long, blonde hair, and lingerie.

I felt soft lips pressed to mine nd kiss me slowly and passionalty. I hesistantly kissed back, and she moved lower. I was turned on, I won't lie, but I was still terrified.

She did things to me that made me were unspeakable, but felt amazing, like an angel was on top of me.

But she was far from it.

"William," heard her say. Even her voice was fascinting. "William, open your eyes. Look at me. You know you want to."

"I-I can't,"I said.

"Try,"she whispered close to my ear, her breathes blowing against the tender skin. I shivered and finally got my eyes open. I first saw the red, glowig eyes. They were terrifying. Her large, black pupils had smoky gray spots that quickly dashed around. I looked closer and realized they were spirits. The red was like fire, lapping at the white of her eyes softly, calmly, contently.

"Wh- who are you?"I said fearfully. "What are you?"

"I'm a succubus, dear. A demon, of sorts," she whispered. "You know what we do?"

I shook my head. She chuckled, a sound that just barely calmed my nerves.

"We harvest souls," she said, then pulled a blade out of a sheath around her waist. She pressed it to my neck and laughed. Her face morphed into a hideous, demonic face with red skin and fangs rreplacing her perfect white teeth.

She pulled the blade across my neck and I screamed in pain. I felt a pulling senstaion on my body and she started to laugh, this time a menacing, horrifyig laughter that still hauts me to this day.

I put my hand to my neck and felt no warmth, but instead a cold, icy feeling. She pressed her lips to the wound and sucked in the icy... thing that I soon realized was my soul. She was consuming my soul!

I tried to push her off, but she was incredibly strong, inhumanly strong.

After she left, I fell into a deep depression, not because of her absence, but because of my souls absence. I remember that, before she left, she said I had three days to live. Three days.

I just felt I needed to share my story, prehaps as a cautionary tale. Perhaps an eerie ghost story. I acctually doubt that anyone will believe it's true, but I do, and I hope you do too, for your own safety. God, I hope you do.