As she slept, her boyfriend traced patterns between the freckles on her back. He imagined they formed strange, occult symbols. He imagined correctly.
She awoke with a start and slapped his hands away roughly. "What are you doing? Don't do that!" But it was too late. Horns had begun to sprout out of her head, and a portal to a hell dimension had opened in the bedroom floor, right in the middle of the nice, paisley-patterned rug. "Goddamnit, Craig," she spat with disgust. "I liked that rug!"
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