Page 1 of Under My Bed

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Kastoron

Fresh prey.

It felt too fucking long since my last one, and even then, they weren't even amusing. Families were never entertaining, especially kids. An easy scare was always nice, but families were frightened too easily and got bland much faster than I appreciated. Also, kids weren't exciting to mess with. Some demons loved children, but I wasn't one of them.

Intrigue trickled down my spine at the smooth, melodic female voice saying, "But I'm curious, why is it so cheap?" By all things unholy, she sounded like a tempting siren.

It would be so easy to reach out and grab her right now. I wanted to feel her body tense up in my palms while her sweet screams filled my ears until my body melted with delight.

But if I wanted all that, then I had to be patient. If I scared her off now, I would never get the chance. I couldn't complain either; she was a very pleasing sight to my eyes. The last one had a nice pair of tits and an ass to die for, but she was filled with so much plastic that she was more of an eye sore than a beauty. Also, her voice was obnoxious. I liked tormenting others, not having it done to me.

"Oh, the last owners abandoned it, the city claimed it, and they are just having a hard time selling it because of the location." The real estate agent was more than eager to lie and omit many things about the property at this point, not that I blamed the poor thing.

No one in their right mind would willingly buy a known haunted house. Well, unless they were into that kind of stuff, which has happened in the past a few times, but they always got scared off in the end. Also, those kinds of people were annoying with always trying to contact me and asking me stupid ass questions about the dead, Hell, and shit. Oh, and that's not to mention the whole 'can you contact my dead mom, father, sister, grandma' and yada yada yada. Fortunately, they were easy to scare off, ironically.

"Is there anything wrong with it? I mean, it's a charming house for so cheap. Is it made from cheap materials or something?" I had to give this potential buyer some props for asking questions. Granted, they aren't the right questions, but at least she wasn't stupid enough to buy the place outright based on price and looks alone.

"I understand your hesitation regarding the home's listing price. However, rest assured, the property is constructed with durable, high-quality materials. Despite its history of changing ownership, it remains a reliable investment." The soft clicking of heels tapped at the air as the agent moved around. "Situated just beyond the city limits, it offers a serene environment. It's especially well-suited for individuals without school-aged children and minimal commuting needs."

Smiling a fake smile so bright, the agent spun around in a small flourished. "The expansive grounds provide endless possibilities for various activities. Additionally, the surplus rooms could easily be converted into a home office or photography studio. Furthermore, its remote location ensures fewer crowds and optimal natural lighting for your photography."

The rest of the agent's sweetened words droned on and on, but all I could think about was the potential buyer.

Why would she need to set up an office here? Did she work from home? If she did then that would be perfect because it means more access to her!

The last person that was here worked way too much and was never home.

Unsure, the human buyer sighed with a soft groan. "I mean, it all seems perfect for the price, but what's the catch?" Okay, I wished this person would be dumb enough to just accept the house already for the price.

Well, I wasn't sure about house prices or how that all worked because it's not like I browsed this 'internet' that these humans used. But from what this agent has been pushing, it was a 'steal' apparently?

"No catch besides what I have laid out." Liar. Too bad—for the potential buyer—the young woman couldn't pick up the agent's lie.

Releasing another sigh, the young woman seemed to ponder for a bit as she took a few rounds around the house, testing out every damn movable thing in the house to ensure it was in working order. At least the agent was truthful about this place being basically perfect because of the recent updates.

After a few rounds of the place, the human relented. "You know what? Fuck it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this place. It's practically magazine perfect." Smiling a little warily, the buyer looked at the agent. "And I need my own place that could double as a nice ass studio, and some work in the backyard could turn it into another great place for shots. I'll throw in an offer."

Yes. Come to me, my prey.

I couldn't help myself from crooking a finger at her luscious, silver-dyed strands of hair, letting the smoothness slip across my demonic finger.Then, the temptation to tenderly caress her curvy body to map it into my mind twitched at my fingers. I wanted to trap her soft face in my hands, trace those sharp Asian eyes, and feel her plump cheeks and lips against my palm and fingers. Then, that soft-looking body of hers was such a divine temptation. I started to reach out, ready to give into the need for some physical touch, but pulled away at the last minute, causing a faint breeze.

"Hm? Strange, is the AC on or something?" The woman commented as she looked around with furrowed eyes."Could've sworn I felt a small breeze."

"Must be kicking on again. Sorry, it was a little warm this morning when I came in, so I turned the AC on." The agent lied through her fake and nervous smile.

Too bad that won't be the only chill she will feel if she moves in.

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Stella

Something was definitely fishy.

How the heck did a 2000-square-foot, three-bedroom, two-bathroom house, sitting on just over two acres of land, go for only five hundred grand? Especially out here in the sticks near Portland, Oregon, where places were selling for over a million bucks! Something was fishy, but I didn't give a flying fuck because I finally owned my own house—officially!

Probably not the wisest decision for a freelance photographer like me, but I could afford it because of the inheritance I got from my grandparents, and as long as my clients kept up like they have.

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