𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 - Part 2

I love it darker as you might know by now Dear Reader, and hence I love this time of year. Let me share a little story, a story based on true facts and only slightly de-dramatized for publishing.

Yes De-Dramatized as in the real world it was even worse. But I don´t think you could handle the truth, Dear Reader, I don´t think you would like me if I told you the whole story....

And I will cut the story up into three equal parts as it´s easier to cook and to build up this Halloween Tension I got going

Part 2 - Is Misery Truly Looking For My Company?

I feel like I am being kicked in the stomach. The kick is so violent I want to jump up but I hear those voices telling me that I should not move. I focus on the pain to stop me from drifting away again.

Charmayne is still talking but what sounded so pleasant before now sounds like incoherent nonsense. Without moving my eyes I try to catch a glimpse of her. I can´t, she´s standing behind me and the only thing I see are her pale fingers sometimes floating past my face.

"Truly connected, my ancient being, to this body, to your mind.... I can access, I can control."

This has to stop, I shake my head, "Wow, I must not have slept enough I totally dozed off." I turn around as if to see where she is, I see the last bit of shock leaving her face, then I see the radiance leaving. Her eyes return to the lifeless marbles I know so well, the over-the-counter drugged look is back but I don´t think she even took her meds today.

She sits down and lights a cigarette, I kiss her on the forehead and leave. As that is what I normally do after spending the night at her place.

Walking home through the drizzle I decided that this had to be the last time. A pretty body, with an empty soul is like making love to a porcelain doll.

She was so fragile, with hardly any personality. I needed a bit more than that both in personality and in curves I thought while I laughed on the inside.

It was not that, I knew it was not, I knew the real reason why I was sick of her...but it was too disturbing to admit to myself what just happened.

Unfortunately and like many other girls with too much baggage she did not take the hint of not returning her calls. And when we ran into each other in the club she made it very clear that she wanted to come home with me.

I knew when she was acting this way I would have a very hard time saying no. She knew exactly what buttons to push, especially tonight as she already went on her knees in the booth and slowly kissed and licked my belly button.

I felt like I had no choice and left without saying goodbye that night I found her sitting on my doorstep 30 minutes after I got home.
When she did not get what she came for, she left without a word just leaving her panties on my pillow.

I thought nothing of it and put them in a draw, and no I did not smell them I have other kinks.

I went to sleep, til I woke up...so far that was normal. What wasn´t normal was that I sat straight up in bed, my heart pounding and sweat dropping off my chest, even my legs and ass were wet like I just came from the shower. I looked around, the sun was shining bright as I had no curtains....but one gets used to sleeping in the light trust me.

Whatever it was that woke me up, I could not remember it. The only thing I saw when I tried to remember was that door. And my leg that kicked it in, was it a door...it was wood-colored so what else could it be? Then I saw that I did not kick it in, I kicked it close.

I checked my phone, 2:13 PM I only slept like six hours but I felt wide awake, and if I had wanted to go back to sleep that idea was dissolved when I saw 69 messages......

Confused as I was I opened them and read what can best be described as a fetus of hate mail and love letters...with pictures to make it more vibrant. She had carved a heart on her breast and on the next one made a puking motion.

That week the texts and pictures kept coming. She avoided the club but it was clear she knew when I was playing because the amount of pictures would intensify during those hours. I did not notice at first, but the pictures became more daring... the scariest was that I saw those happy eyes in one of them.

It started with one, but there they were again in the reflection of the mirror while she wanted to show me something totally different and pantyless.

I knew those eyes, I remembered that morning walking in the rain. I knew that I tried to forget those eyes, forget what happened, forget that those eyes did not belong to her.

For a while I doubted what I had seen, maybe it was just a positive psychotic episode, it would have been a first but not totally impossible.

Then again, I know a psychotic set of eyes when I see one and that wasn´t it. Somehow I have attracted several not-so-stable human beings in my young adult years. Is that because opposites attract, or is misery just looking for my company?

I never considered myself unstable, but who knows I might not see what others perceive when they meet me. But what I met in Charmayne´s kitchen that morning was something I had seen before and when I did it almost killed me.

Nope, not kidding a similar behavioral change, and a set of feisty eyes filled with unnatural happiness had crossed my path before. It seduced me, and when it was sitting on top of me it bit me, scratched me, spit on me, tried to strangle me, and not in a foreplay sort of way.

Nothing is for certain, but knowing Charmayne's state of mind and the book she used I knew this was no good and to better stay away from whatever she had triggered that night.

Thank goodness you made it till here, as this story is like a cold corps on a stove....just heating up. If I got your attention part 3 will be out around the same time tomorrow but for now; Rats, Bats, and Bones, I am out of here!

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