Bump In the Night

Meeting Him

"Wh-what do you want?" I stuttered.

"You, my Darling Serephina." he said, his voice a beautiful gravely sound .

"How do you know my name?" I asked, suddenly curious.

"Well, you see, my dear, your parents sold your soul to my father for fame, who in turn gave it to me." Slowly, his figure began to became solid. "You are my slave, darling."

I looked at him, unbelieving. "My parents died in a car accident when I was three, Mr. Know-It-All-Ghost-Person. How do you explain that? Anyway, who would your dad be? The devil?"

"In a way," he said, laughing in my face, grabbed my hand,and lead me to the bathroom. Once we got there, he waved his hand, and what looked like a portal appeared. "Holy shit. What is that?"

"A passageway. To the Underworld. What I told you...it's all true, my dear." He whispered, stroking my face lightly with his right hand.

My stomach sunk, and tears formed in my eyes. I'd always been extremely moody, due to my period and being a teenage girl and whatnot, but this...I felt the need to just...drop. I always knew I was adopted, my parents are blonde while I have pitch black hair. I just never knew someone could be so...oh, I don't know the word, but who the fuck would sell their kids' soul for fucking fame, okay?! It's too conceited, in my opinon. Which probobly doesn't matter now, but still. "I'll go," I murmured. "On one condition."

He smiled slightly, chuckling darkly. "My dear...you're coming no matter what you say. It's your eighteenth birthday, is it not?"

"Y-yes. " I stuttered. I'm suddenly sweating lightly, and am extremely nervous about the whole being a slave thing.

"Then you will come with me. Do as I say." And with that, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the portal.