THE CREATURE AND THE BOY

THE CREATURE AND THE BOY

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A Grandfather tells his grandson, Geoff, about a horror story from long ago that, just like any scarey story, is said to be true. It is a story of creatures that feed on fear. Little does Geoff know how true it really is... Extract: Something tripped her. Her right foot got caught momentarily, flipping off her slipper. Her eyes opened wide and her hands came out to catch her fall. Her lulluby ceased. She landed on her hands and knees, scraping over old scabbs. She dreaded the process of getting to her feet because should couldn't do it with her eyes closed. They felt her hint of fear, she could tell. And in realising it, she herself acknowledged her fear. This was bad. Ghostly black fingers walked up her spine to her hairline. She kept still, frozen in fear. A bead of sweat formed on her brow and her head began to throb. The creature waited patiently for her to dream up something nasty, some horrific death for herself.
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"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

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