What The Demon Under Your Bed Sees Novels & Stories

“Hey—hey, look at me, cousin. Breathe. Focus on my voice. What did you see? Tell me everything.” I force air into my lungs, my voice trembling, every word hard-won. “The pack… it was empty. Everyone was gone. The streets...dead. Everyone was asleep. Zeke was…” I swallow hard, the image of his black eyes searing my mind. “His seal was broken. And there was a man...no, not a man. A demon. He had grey skin, smoke everywhere around him...he was terrifying. He told me I’d been sleeping too long.”

And I asked him something he had never expected. “Did your wife get a proper burial? Is her soul free?” “Y-yes.” “What about the soul of your child?” Jack’s look became haunted, and I gave him a knowing nod. “If you’d like, we could visit the graveyard. I’ll check.” He believed me. Back then, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had inherited that ability from the demon. They can be demonically persuasive if they want something. “Who are you to check that?” “Alex.” “I know that—” "...already. Yes. Alexander Leonard Radenor.”

Maybe that would keep her distracted enough so that she had something to take her mind off of what had happened. She turned to lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she fell asleep. A flash of something fired through her brain. She saw herself on her knees, sucking a faceless demon's cock. It had giant red horns and a smooth half-sphere where the face should have been. Its cock was enormous but she was taking it with ease. She saw its face morph into that of Pastor Dan. She tried to stop sucking him off, but he was holding her down, cumming in her mouth. She opened her eyes then, still safe in her room. It had been just a dream, but it had been so very vivid.

I shut my eyes and recited the spell. Flashing images invaded my mind. The memories playing in my head didn't belong to me. Dean was in his beastly state in the room full of coffins. I saw myself under his perspective. My eyes were shut and I was frozen in fear. He escaped the underground facility and headed to the woods in full Vampire speed.

Stumbling forward to freeze. Looking at the lifeless figure on his bed. Covered in red. His voice low yet desperate “ No….this can’t be…demon girl?”

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

“Yeah, I went to check if she saw anything or think she did, turns out, we are safe.” “But I asked you before if they saw anything, and you were certain they didn't, What changed?” Damon skeptically asked. Shit Damon was certainly a human lie detector, or in this case, a demon. “Yea, Mel probably didn't, but Lilith devil's eye can see as far as the future, I doubted that our little parade that other day would be the hardest puzzle to compile.” “Yea, you're right, we have to be the first demons she runs to if she self discovers, but you're probably right again, I'll call her Lilith Black,” he muttered.

She opened her eyes, but they were black, someone said from the past. She blinked, her vision clear. Flies crawled from between her lips. She opened her mouth. Nothing but the sour smell of vomit. Black started to run from under her dress and down her legs. She glanced down. The wood beneath her bare feet was free of black and blood or anything else that might slip from her body and slide down her legs. She was a demon. “Hello,” she said to the man, a young scrawny thing with hooded eyes and thin lips, who passed within inches of her.

She said, breaking me away from my thoughts. An Incubus? Demons that fed off the sexual needs and desires of others, while they slept. Often times leading the person to their deaths. I've only ever met one, and that was when I was 13, he was young and I never did learn his name, seeing as he only ever talked to me in my dreams.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.