The Visitation

The Visitation

"Damn!" Melissa muttered as another cramp hit.

"God, I hate this time of the month," she grumbled as she hurried to the bathroom to check. Turning on the light, she saw that blood had leaked through her pad.

Cleaning up, she grabbed some aspirin and headed to bed. Lord, she thought, let me survive the night! Crawling under the covers, she added Amen as she dozed off.

Melissa opened her eyes and stared groggily at the clock. The numerals changed to12:00 as she tried to focus. Why am I awake?

The room was translucent in pale moonlight. She looked around. That's odd, she thought. The closet door was ajar. I always close the door. Since childhood, she'd always been afraid of the closet although she couldn't or wouldn't admit why.

The lethargy of too little sleep, however, kept her immobile. Letting her head fall back on the pillow, she was suddenly aware of how warm she was.

She ran her hand down her side and felt the heat. Do I have a fever? she thought. Lying there numbly, she became conscious that her hand was continuing to move.

As her fingers glided over her full breast, she felt the nipple swell. Unthinkingly, she caressed it and felt an answering tingle of pleasure.

Melissa sensed a blackness hovering in the darkness, sending a shiver of fear through her that quickly passed as she felt cool, almost cold hands begin to caress her. I've quite an imagination, she thought detachedly.

She pushed the covers off and was surprised to feel her nightclothes being removed. The coolness felt wonderful. She mumbled, "What's going on..." when the first pleasurable shudders began to roll through her. Oh my God, that feels so good, crossed her mind as she felt the ghost-like hands move downward, touching her intimately. Now, the feeling began changing. The hands seemed to morph into a tongue... It feels like a tongue!

Another wave of fear ran through her but she couldn't stop. Her breathing deepened as she felt herself pulled into the cascade of heat flowing through her. She arched, yielding to the feeling, and felt her panties slide off. She could imagine the mess she'd face, the blood flowing and soaking her sheets, but she couldn't break the spell. She felt imagined? a dark mouth now closing over her burning nipple and she yelped – partly in surprise, partly in pleasure.

Talon-like nails seemed to dig into her flesh but the pain only heightened her need. She felt her legs being spread and she gasped as she accepted the fullness sliding deep into her and begin to move rhythmically. "Yes!" she panted as she felt her orgasm swell and finally consume her.

Lying in the darkness, sweat cooling on her forehead, she once more became aware that the mouth? was moving again. She felt it cross her stomach and... Oh no... crossed her mind as she felt licking strokes begin to stir her again.

Within moments, Melissa felt her orgasm build again and, with a labored gasp, she felt her release flood outward, the warm liquid soaking her... and she dropped into the darkness.

Melissa sat bolt upright with the alarm at 7:30. Shaking off the disorientation, she noticed she was naked. Panicking, she threw back the covers... nothing. No blood.

"What the hell?" she muttered. Getting out of bed, she headed to the bathroom and froze. There, on the floor, was a tiny trail of dark brownish-red drops leading to the closet. The door was closed.

Stumbling into the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. She traced the fading pink marks that looked like scratches that covered her breasts, abdomen, and extended down to the inside of her thighs.

"Now that was one hell of a... dream?" she questioned the grinning reflection and added, "wasn't it?"

As she got into the shower, she considered how good she felt. I'll leave the closet open tonight ran through her mind as the first blast of water hit her.


Notes

Word Count: 666 words

An entry for Round 5 "Absolute Horror Flash Fiction Contest"  [18+]
Theme/Style: SEXUAL - in the "SPLATTERPUNK" style
Prompt: Write a story based on the old fear of a Monster hiding somewhere in your room.

Splatterpunk ~ Go for gross-out and visceral storyline; told in a hard gritty style, filled with blood, guts and gore.

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome.

Ken