The Monster under the bed

[Kepic]

Other thoughts were surfacing in the two humans, besides the fear I easily recognised. After my long hibernation, my appetite was powerful - and any emotional energy they released I hungrily devoured. I tasted something familiar - something that another human had... almost spoon-fed me in the past, I faintly remembered.

I had grown accustomed to that taste... what was it? She - yes, she - had a powerful imagination. I felt something akin to... regret? For some reason, I missed that one... I felt... incomplete?

I turned my own thoughts outward again. The stairs creaked under the weight of the humans, and I watched them with growing interest, keeping track of their movements, making sure my more distant outstretched tendrils appeared as no more than fleeting shadows at the far edges of their vision.

The first flash of lightning made both of them jump, and the rumble of the thunder came a few short moments later. The darkness was drawing in - I would be able to move about more freely.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

I was happy when Becky mentioned going upstairs and look at the book, that’s what I wanted to do, but was too shy to say it out loud. “Oh you can bet I will be imagining on whom I would love to try those new positions on or with.” I grinned wickedly.

With those last words, a flash of lightening made me jump out of surprise. “Oh lord, this will be a long evening.” I hear myself say out loud.

“Let’s grab some munchies, the wine, and some candles in case the power goes out. I have the feeling, we won’t be coming back downstairs.” I look at Becky, trying to look calm.

I remember being scared when I was a kid, because of grandma’s incessant talks about the monster under the bed, and the little sounds that the house made when it was rainy and windy and outside. I always blamed it on childhood imagination. But now I am not so sure. Oh well, looking at grandma’s sketchbook will make my mind concentrate and imagine naughty things instead of being paranoid to every squeaks the house makes . I grinned mischievously inwardly.

We grabbed all the goodies we needed and headed upstairs. The thunder rumbling outside, the lightening flashing from time to time in the house, the rain knocking on the windows.

Looking back at Becky who was following me, I giggled as I reached grandma’s bedroom “Oh god, I just notice that I still have grandma’s old dress on.”

 

[Isolde]

I was just going to give a wicked reply of my own to Jen's statement when I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of thunder.

I have agreed more with her statement about not coming back downstairs and I hurried to help gather the stuff to take up to the bedroom.

As we went up the stairs I couldnt help but remember Jen's statements about a monster under the bed. I had put it down to her imagination but, in this storm it felt like anything was possible.

"Stop it," I scolded myself and I was glad when Jen's comment about her grandmother's dress broke into my thoughts.

I giggled and put the goodies on the bed saying,"So see what else is in the trunk and we can play dress up just like we used to when we had pajama partys."

 

[Kepic]

The thoughts I was drawing upon for shape and sustenance were beginning to... excite me. I didn't know exactly why - I felt this was something familiar, yet still wasn't sure how.

But, seeing one of the two female humans in a blue dress reminded me of my last source of nourishment, of her... and again, the energy I was recieving felt...

Images flashed through me of her... and I felt a... heat, almost, building in me.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

We both dropped our goodies on the four posts bed and sank down on our knees in front of the trunk, and started to look at what else was in the cedar chest. Grandma had sure some lovely dress in that trunk and with the richest materials, silk, velvet. Very old dresses, probably dresses she wore when she was about my age, maybe older, hard to say. She was a very beautiful woman, red hair, which I inherited from her, about my height, all the women in my family are short. We also found in the chest nice velvet and silk ribbons and scarves, in various colors. Becky kept on digging in the trunk while I picked a nice burgundy velvet dress, and hugged it to my body as I glance in the long mirror.

“Wow, so many beautiful dresses, did you pick one?” I glanced back at Becky.

This place is too quiet, maybe some music will muffle down some of those noises. I thought to myself, still wary of all the sounds and squeaks coming from the house and the storm. My eyes searched for a radio of some sort in the bedroom, I was sure grandma would have one her in room, she always loved music. My eyes stopped in one corner of the room, there it was, a mini stereo system. I walked over and looked over grandma’s choice of cd’s.

“Umm we have the choice, of classical music or country, what’s your pick Becky?” I grinned “Or should I try to find a radio station with more soft rock?” not too sure of what I wanted myself.

I glanced out the window for a few seconds, it was raining cats and dogs, and it looked like the storm was just beginning. I sigh and turn back to face Becky, for a few seconds I thought I had seen the bed ruffle move. Damn Jen, this monster under the bed story is old grandma’s stories, stop hallucinating.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

With a cry of triumph I pulled up a lovely green velvet dress. It was beautiful and covered with lace at the collar and wrists. Holding it to myself I twirled around in front of the mirror.

"Oh, Jen," I exclaimed,"It wonderful. I love it."

Going back to the trunk I dug a bit deeper and came upon some green ribbons that matched the dress. Quickly I stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped into the dress. The feel of the velvet was sensual as it brushed against my skin and I shivered at the sensation.

Smiling at Jen I said,"Lets find a radio station. Classical will put me to sleep and I'm not in the mood for country tonight.

As I spoke I started braiding the ribbons into my hair as I looked into the mirror. When I was done I stood back and surveyed myself in the mirror then twirled around in front of it, watching the skirt lift and swirl around me.

I had almost forgotten about the storm when a deafening crash rolled through the sky and the lights flickered. It was enough to bring me down to earth-fast.

Looking at Jen I said,"Why dont you find that station. Now would be a good time to have some music in here."

Kneeling down to the trunk once again I explored a bit more until my hand came in contact with something hard. Lifting it out, I saw that it was a jewlery box. Oh wow, I thought to myself as I imagined what kind of jewlery Jen's grandmother would have in here.

I almost opened it and then caught myself and turned to Jen holding out the box.
"Look at what I found," I said excitedly,"Come on. Open it up I am dying to know if she left you anything valuable."

 

[Kepic]

The lights flickered as another flash of lightning and ominous thunder rumbled nearby... the storm had drawn in seemingly about the house, rain lashing at the windows, wind howling through the chimney.

The dark-haired one had replaced her own clothes with another dress from the trunk at the foot of my bed - and I found myself watching intently as she changed, baring more of her delicate skin to view, studying her curves and slight figure.

But music now played, helping to calm the nerves of my two 'guests'. I remembered music - she used to like playing it too, she had told me she enjoyed it, especially when she was feeding me...

I stiffled an almost happy growl at that memory, I found that I enjoyed it too, on some instinctual level. I realised that the other human, in that blue gown, with her red hair, bore a close resemblance to my loving partner.

Loving partner? I mused briefly over those sudden choice of words, that had sprung then so easily to my mind.

As I watched the two humans, I started to recall more. I had heard the name 'Jen' before... and, I felt, 'Becky' too. They had been here before, hadn't they? They had been by that trunk before... yes, but a long time ago. And they had never been inside it, before this day.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

OOC : Happy New Year Isolde and Kepic. I wish you peace, love & happiness to you and yours.

IC : I finally found a radio station with soft rock music, and walk back to Becky with excitement as she shows me the jewelry box. Kneeling beside her, I open the treasure box. “Oh God look Becky.” Looking at her excitingly as I take out a nice cameo.

“Wow, look at the beautiful jewelry.” I say with an exclamatory tone. Amongst the brooches with different stones, was a nice pearl necklace and bracelet, amethyst earrings with matching bracelet, and a very nice emerald tear shaped pendant with matching earrings.

I remember seeing grandma wear the cameo necklace for special occasions but the other exquisite jewels was a surprise to me. “Pick something you like, we are playing dress up.” I giggle and happy to have found such a treasure.

“I will put on the burgundy velvet dress, I think it will go nice with the cameo.” Giving Becky the jewelry box so she can pick something she likes. I raise up, undo my dress and let it pool at my feet. Only wearing my bra and panties, I walked across the room to where I left the dress and slipped in it. The dress hugged the curves of my body perfectly. I walked to the mirror to put on the cameo, as I glanced I admire the burgundy velvet dress, white cotton fluffy wrists, with a nice cleavage, showing the top of my round firm breasts.

“Let the party begin.” I giggled, twirling around the room, the velvety material of the dress caressing my legs and thighs as it followed my movements. The sensation of the velvet brushing my skin awakened the desire to feel nice hands caress my body, make my smooth skin tingle with desire. It’s been a few months since I had a man share my bed, kissed a man passionately, have hot wild passionate sex till the early hours. The breakup with Dave had left me bitter.

I jumped up, enough to make Becky laugh, the crash of the thunder had scared me out of my day dreaming. “Oh God.” I said trying to give Becky a smile, my heart pounding like crazy. It almost felt like someone had came from behind me and said boo.

“You want more wine Becky? I sure do need some more.” I said as I walked toward the almost emptied bottle.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

OOC: And to you also, Passionee...may the year bring you much friendship and happiness.

IC: I picked up the emerald neclace and earrings when Jen gave the go ahead and held them up to my neck. They were lovely. I quickly clasped the necklace and the emerald teardrop nestled in the crevice of my bosom as I cliped on the earrings.

"Well, your grandmother had good taste," I said to Jen over my shoulder,"you really should take these pieces to be appraised tomorrow-some of them may be quite valuable."

I twirled again in front of the mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of how the necklace and earrings looked on me. I couldnt believe how sexy I felt in this old gown. I had worn some daring things in my time in order to catch whatever male's eye I fancied at the time but none had made me feel like this.

I was notorious when it came to men, never staying with one for very long-I think it stems back from my parent's divorce. Jen, however, was someone that a guy could count on and I knew her latest breakup had really hit her hard. I wondered how two people so different could end up such good friends but, then again, the reasons didnt matter-just the friendship.

Hearing the sadness in Jen's voice I knew who she was thinking of and I tried to think of a way to get her mind off of that and the storm. I nodded at her question about the wine and as she poured me another glass, I begin to dance quietly to the music.

As I danced, the dress whirled and swung around me-showing a flash of ankle here and a glimpse of leg there. I was totally caught up in what I was doing and I felt very intoxicated as if the glasses of wine had been inhanced.

A flash of lightening broke through my concentration and I was startled out of my stupor. Standing there, breast heaving and my breathing coming hard, I looked at Jen with a kind of stupid look on my face and said,"Well, maybe its best that those guys didnt show up. I hate to have cute guys see me drunk."

 

[SexManiac69]

Can I play the monster?

 

[Isolde]

OOC: The part of the monster is already taken by Kepic, 69-sorry.

 

[Kepic]

OOC: And a Happy New Year to both of you too! Best wishes for 2001!


The one called Jen dropped the blue gown at her feet - and a growl escaped me this time, though a clap of thunder thankfully accompanied my own low rumbling growl, as I watched her move across to where she had laid another dress, finding myself admiring her human body, the sight of it kindling desires for something other than simple nourishment.

The lights flickered briefly, at the next flash of lightning and its all but immediately following thunderclap, then the room was plunged suddenly into darkness, the music stopping abrubtly.

I had seen them place a few candlesticks on the dresser - it was a simple matter for me to snatch them up quietly in one of my tendrils and spirit them away out of their reach. That should unnerve them. Though, considering the strangely befuddled states the two were in... seemingly from the liquid they had been consuming... I wasn't sure exactly how they would react.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

While I was pouring ourselves some wine, Becky started to dance in the middle of the room. I giggled at her behavior, sat down on the bed with my glass of wine and the sketchbook. It was a matter of minutes before she was brought back to reality, by the flash of the lightening.

"Well, maybe its best that those guys didn’t show up. I hate to have cute guys see me drunk." Her last words echoed in the dark room, the lights went off with the last bolt of the lightening. The room was suddenly quiet, no more music, I could only hear Becky’s heavy breathing.

“Uh oh, we better get the candles.” I paused for a second, a bit worried. “Just what we needed.” I growled. It took a few seconds before my eyes could adjust to the darkness, I could see Becky standing in the middle, a stupor look on her face.

“Now where did we put those candles?” I thought out loud, hoping Becky would shed a light on that matter. “Check on the dresser, I will check on the bed.” I ask Becky as I start to feel the bed, searching for the candlesticks.

“Well I can feel all the goodies, chips, chocolate bars, but not the candles.” I say with an exclamation intonation in my voice. Hoping that Becky will find the candles, I don’t like the idea of spending the evening in a old house, where the floors squeak, where the wind seems to be whispering to you through the windows…Chills covered my smooth skin, as my mind started to wander.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

The lights went out and I was instantly sober. Fear does that to a person and, I had to admit, I was scared.

I heard Jen call for candles and for me to search the drawers. Glad for something to do, I headed in the direction I knew them to be. Putting my hands out in front of me I slowly walked forward. My knee found the dresser before my hands did.

"Shit!," I yelled into the darkness. "I'm okay," I called to Jen before she could ask,"I found the dresser."

Opening drawers I rummaged through. I know I made a mess of everything but right then all I wanted to do was find some source of light. I didnt like being here with the wind howling and the lightening and thunder sounding like they were trying to rip the house apart.

I thought I heard the creakings in the house increase with the darkness and I really hoped that it was just Jen moving around in her search for the candles.

"Ok,"I joked in a wavering voice,"Right now would be a good time for my fantasy guys to come calling."

 

[Kepic]

With the horrid glaring light of the electric bulb overhead gone, I was free to move as I pleased about the room. Candlelight - with its soft, flickering illumination - was no real hindrance to me, yet I wished to keep the two humans in the dark for a few moments longer. The one called Becky had sent me a delightfully strong feeling of fear, as the power was cut off.

I slipped the candles under one of the pillows on the bed, where their discovery would likely make both humans think the other was intent on causing a little mischief. As Jen crawled across the sheets on her knees, feeling around with her outstretched hands, I momentarily brushed a tendril against one of her ankles, just a fraction after her friend made a comment on her 'fantasy guys'.

Actual physical contact gave me easier access to the human mind, allowing me to draw deeper from their wells of imagination, to fuel my presence in the mortal world. But, with that brief touch, I had not expected to receive such a vivid scene... one which drove into my mind the realisation of what the other energy these two were feeding me.

Carnal desires... lustful thoughts...

That was the taste I remembered so well. My own memories were fully fired, recalling... her. She who had discovered me, learned my own needs, desires. She had shown me... a way to intensify things. By... interacting more closely with her, not only was I in a better position to draw sustenance, but the actual physical contact she shared with me... made the feeding very enjoyable. For both of us.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

I giggled at Becky’s comment and kept on searching for the candles on the bed. The mention of those fantasy guys made my thoughts start to wander, “Yes sure would be nice to feel one of them come behind me while I’m looking for those candles, and press his body against mine, rubbing his hard tool up and down my ass cheeks.” I thought to myself, blushing and happy that Becky couldn’t see me in the dark filled room.

For a brief moment, I thought I felt something brush my right ankle, I shrugged it off, must be the my dress or the bed covers. “Dammit can you find them Becky? I sure can’t. I am not stupid we either put them on the bed or the dresser.” Saying in a irritated voice but somewhat a little bit scared tone. I could hear Becky mumble as she searched the drawers. She didn’t look to happy either.

The room was slowly chilling down, I was glad to have that velvet dress on, keeping my body warm. Even though, my nipples were a bit little hard, probably from the coolness of the room, or was it that my body was reacting to the alcohol, the lustful thoughts, the fear.

“Oh God, I hope the electricity comes back shortly, and we don’t have to go downstairs to get more candles.” I look through the darkness at Becky, as I kept crawling on the king size bed.

“If you don’t find them, come and sit with me on the bed, I would feel safer if you were close to me.” I had to say it, I was scared and couldn’t keep it in any longer. Becky was my best friend, I am sure she wouldn’t laugh about it, she would probably just calm me down.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

I was totally frustrated with my search. The damn candles were not here. I agreed with Jen-I was not feeling to good wandering around in the dark by myself. The complete darkness made me feel like we were miles away from each other instead of just a few feet.

"Ok," I said, my own voice wavering. I had given up pretending I wasnt scared a long time ago and I could tell that Jen was feeling the same.

Stumbling back towards the bed I finally found the bed and then groped around to find where Jen was. My hand bumped something soft that I thought was Jen's arm but then realized that it wasnt in the right spot.

"Oh, God, Jen," I giggled in embarrasment,"I am so sorry. I was looking for your arm." Reaching down at the foot of the bed for the down comforter I added,"Come on and sit by me and we can talk."

Then the mischievious side to me escaped and I said,"Sooo...Want to tell ghost stories?"

 

[Passionnee]

OOC : Isolde are you getting my emails?

 

[Isolde]

OOC: Sorry, I went from AOL to cable...my new addy is ready4looneybin@home.com.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

Becky’s hand landed on my left breast. I was a little bit surprised, making my nipple be a little bit more harder, and blushing to my reaction, I kind of liked the feeling of someone else hand on my breast. But it was just a mistake, obviously Becky couldn’t see good through the darkness of the room.

Her last word made me giggle, she sure had a way to relax me. “Yes why not, and see who gets to pee in her panties first.” I laughed and added in a mischievous voice “But darn it, I was hoping to look at grandma’s sketchbook.”

Stretching my hands behind me, my hands slipped under the pillows, and touched something. I pulled three long hard sticks and showed them to Becky “My my, look what I just found, the candles.” I paused looking at Becky with an inquisition look “What the heck where they doing under the pillows!”

It puzzled me to have found the candles there, but I wanted light, and right about now I was just glad to have found them. We didn’t have music, but that was ok, we could look at grandma’s drawing book and just joke around while drinking more wine.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

I looked at Jen with a puzzled look.
"Mmmm...lets see. You and me sitting in the candle light looking at erotic pictures. Damn! Jen, you are my best friend in life but why couldnt you be the guy from work?"

I heard her giggle at me and I said,"Well, hurry and light those suckers and lets get this show on the road." That was me alright...trying to joke away my fear. I had a real tough girl...cant make me cry attitude but I knew that Jen knew better. She had seen me though too much not to. Still, it was hard to admit I was scared to death-even to her.

As she lit them, I pulled the cover up over both of us. It was going to get cold without the power for heat. I then leaned over to the chest at the end of the bed and groped for the book.

"You get the light and I will get the heat,"I joked. "If this doesnt get us warmed up, nothing will."

 

[Kepic]

OOC: The sketchbook - most of the sketches are in a simple, yet provacactive style, in a mixture of pencil and charcoal. Where a woman is obviously 'involved' in each picture, her 'companion' does not always seem to be... human. Further into the pad, writhing tentacles, long flickering tongues, and obviously phallic shapes all feature more prominently. Despite these inhuman lovers, the woman is always seems to be in a state of sheer rapture.

IC:
The one called Beck pulled a book out of the trunk. I remembered it well... drawings that had been made to help inspire her imagination. With two human minds mulling over those pages, I knew I was in for a feast tonight. I licked my lips slowly, recalling how I had so enjoyed taking my nourishement from her... how she had so enjoyed providing it... ah, it was a delight to feed from that one.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

I walked to the dresser to grab the matches, and walked by to the bed to light the candles and set them on the night tables on each side of the bed. Sitting back next to Becky, she wrapped us with the down comforter. I grin about her joke, I damn new she wasn’t mentioning the blanket would keep us warm, but looking at grandma’s sketchbook.

Sitting there next to Becky, in the soft candlelit room, I handed her glass of wine while she put the book on your laps, ready to open and discover the content of the sketchbook. “Come on flip over the cover Becky, we’ve been waiting all night for this!” I said in a 5 year old excited voice, acting like a little girl wanting to open her presents on Christmas morning.

She flipped the cover and the first image was brought to us. The drawings appeared to be made with a mixture of pencil and charcoal. It was hard to really see the drawing in the dim lit room, you had to focus on the details. “Ok, I can see a woman in there, just trying to figure out what she is doing” I said to Becky with a puzzled look.

“I can see that she is on her knees and hands, and she seems to be enjoying tremendously by her facial expression but...” I scratched my head, slightly aroused, remembering not long ago crawling on the bed, thinking of a man coming behind me and rub his cock between my ass cheeks. “It’s so blurry behind her, do you think it’s a man?” I asked Becky, who seemed captivated also by the drawing. What she having naughty thoughts like me, I wondered.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

I looked at the picture and wondered if Jen was feeling a bit warm too. It wasnt the position that made her suddenly swallow hard but the fact that whoever was behind the woman was so indistinct. It left so much to the imagination.

I cleared my throat and said,"Jen, I didnt realize your grandma was so talented. I also didnt realize she knew positions like this. I guess I always thought the older folks didnt know how to make sex exciting. Guess I was wrong."

Pushing on Jen's shoulder I said,"Come on..come on..lets see what else we have to learn. I would like to see if she gives us a hint who her partner is."

 

[Kepic]

I remembered them then plainly. They were the two young girls who had played often in this house, now two young adults. Jen was the grand-daughter of my treasured companion, who I knew now I would not see again. That was the way of the mortal world, and although it pained me at times to lose those I had come to care about... yes, care, though monster I was often labelled... I knew there would be others to take their places, as time passed.

Now, pulling my shape and substance from their imaginations, I coalesced upon the covers at the foot of the bed, my tendrils weaving and winding up and around together rapidly from beneath, in the blink of a humans eye.

My chosen form was that of a tall, lean yet well-muscled man, my bared skin tanned a golden-brown all over, and I assumed handsome of features, from the images I had plucked from their minds over the last few hours. I brushed back some dark strands of hair that curled down from my forehead, and smiled at them, just as they became aware of my presence for the first time.

"I was her partner" I stated simply in my new-found voice, which had a deep strong tone, which was a stark contrast to the dulcet tunes I had heard them speaking in.