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I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

And now, for fourteen whole days, it was just the two of us in this massive modern house. I tried to distract myself by curling up on the big sectional couch with my laptop. It was late, the house was quiet, and my curiosity had been building for weeks. With shaking fingers, I typed in a p**n site I’d only visited once before. I chose something soft, a video titled “Gentle First Time” and plugged in my headphones.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

He kept talking, but his eyes kept shifting back to my exposed pussy every few seconds. Halfway through the class, he gave us a task; ten minutes to jot down our analysis of a short poem he projected on the screen. Everyone around me bowed their heads, scribbling away. I picked up my pen for a moment, pretending to write, then set it down. While the rest of the class was focused on their notebooks, I leaned back slightly in my chair, slipped one hand under the desk, and slowly started touching myself.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

~Rowan~ Numbers roll across my laptop screen while I half listen to Jason, his voice droning through my AirPods. Across the lounge, Rebecca sprawls on the rug with her colouring book, her legs folded, her crayons scattering like confetti. The new nanny sits beside my daughter, legs folded too, her long auburn hair falling forward as she leans in to touch my daughter’s colouring book. The damp fabric of her navy chiffon blouse stretches across the soft, full swell of her breasts, outlining the shadow of her nipples.