What The Demon Under Your Bed Sees Romane & Geschichten

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.

I asked softly, scared out of my mind now. "Oh yes, the monsters under your bed are real. The murderers on the streets are real. Hell is most certainly real, and so are demons," the voice purred and I was suddenly lifted up. I felt my bed under me in a few seconds as I was laid back. "Now... my sweet tortured Laurence~ Wouldn't you like to have a demon by your side?" "Well..." I mumbled. "Would you get me out of here?" I asked. I heard a dark laugh then.

He was not so surprised seeing more people upstairs with the same situation as the woman below. One man is leaning at the door of one room, he steadily points forward while he bites the nails on his other hand. Chris grimaced as he saw blood on the man's finger. He walked away faster and saw another man pointing to the last door in the 2nd floor while banging his head to the wall. Chris is sure that what he is seeing today would bring him nightmares, if he ever fell asleep after this. He quickly went towards the last room and entered without knocking. He saw the demon casually standing beside the bed and the man which he assumed is the one they are looking for. The man is simply sitting on t

The texture of the mattress underneath my body was exactly the same as the one I spent most of my nights on, before I went to prison. The silky dark sheets around me. I tried to move my hands, but I couldn't, well turns out that my hands were tied to the bed, on either side with cuffs. Luckily, my legs weren't tied up, so I still have some means of defense. I tried to sit up, but it was kinda impossible, so I fell back down. The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit.

The candles flickered, their flames turning a strange, sickly violet before snapping back to orange. Zayn froze and his nostrils flared, his eyes turning a bright, glowing gold. The Demon Alpha was on high alert. "Zayn?" I whispered, fear coiling in my gut. "What is it?" "Quiet," he hissed. He moved toward the door, but before he could reach the handle, a soft, rhythmic thumping started. It wasn't coming from the hallway. It was coming from under the bed. Thump. Thump.