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“Taste how slutty your pussy is.” I opened my mouth obediently and took her in. The taste of my own juices was strong and musky as I sucked her clean, bobbing my head like a desperate whore. Lena groaned in approval, slowly fucking my throat again, pushing deep until I gagged and drooled all over her. “That’s my good little cocksucker,” she praised, her voice dripping with lust. “Look at you — Maya’s innocent best friend on her knees sucking my dick right under everyone’s noses.”

But still, my eyelids are absolutely reluctant to close. As I lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, I suddenly remembered Javier’s collection of horror books. That’s right. A while back, I’d idly picked up one of his scary stories. Since I’m actually a scaredy-cat, every time I read one of those horror stories, I’d immediately be scared out of my wits and end up falling asleep from emotional exhaustion.

The haunted house was everything the reviews promised: pitch-black corridors, fog machines choking the air with cold mist, chainsaws revving somewhere in the distance, and actors jumping out with perfect timing to make my heart slam against my ribs. My friends and I had been laughing and screaming for twenty minutes straight, clutching each other’s arms as we stumbled through the maze of rooms themed around an abandoned asylum.

I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine. I unlocked my phone and started scrolling through different apps. I had no one to talk to, so I didn’t even bother checking my messages. Then a notification popped up, I bit my lip when I saw it was a p**n link. My fingers hesitated above the screen, my heart began to beat a little faster. My life might be boring, but I couldn’t deny myself of pleasure. I clicked on it and reached for the drawer beside my bed, pulling out the vibrator I had bought weeks ago but barely used. The video started playing and showed two men and a woman. One was betwee

My orgasm slammed into me, white spots danced behind my eyes, my ears rang as my body shook violently. “FUUUUUUCKKK!!!” I shouted and Hailey was giggling, peppering kisses to my clit. My door opened. “Amber? Hailey?” Dread covered me in cold sweat as Damon’s voice rang out in the room.

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Not presents. Shaking, I went back to my room and opened my laptop. The NoSleep subreddit was always active late at night, a place for people all over the world to share their terrifying experiences. I started typing. Title: My 5-year-old sister saw "Santa," but her description is terrifying. Help.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

It wasn’t the side she knew of her. “Nope.” Layla was quick to deny. “Some random stories aren’t scary. But…” She paused to take a look at their faces making sure she had successfully grabbed their attention. “What if those stories are near you?” she asked, sending a shiver down to their back with her low, eerie voice.