Page 3 of In My Closet

Gracie

~1 month later~

Rubbing the back of my neck, I looked around the closet warily while wrapping a protective arm around my body.

Something didn't feel right. Well, let me correct myself: something still doesn't feel right.

I don't know what it was, but I had constantly felt on edge for the past two weeks, especially in my room. The feeling of bugs crawling under my skin was akin to how I felt at Stella's house, knowing Kastoron was around and watching me from every shadow in the damn place, which was very odd because my home was definitely not haunted! I made sure of it by bringing in a priest and a demonologist, both of whom checked the house out as perfectly safe and clear of otherworldly entities.

So, why did I feel such unease in my own home?

A chill ran down my spine for the umpteenth time today from the feeling of something brushing over me as if someone blew air onto me. If this sensation hadn't happened so often, I would have chalked it up to the AC or heat kicking on, but I didn't hear the telltale creak of the systems running most of the time. Then, I felt my spine straighten and shake.

This uneasiness could have stemmed from the fact I was in a new place, but I've been in new places before, lived on my own, and whatnot, so this shouldn't be anything foreign to me. The area I lived in wasn't bad either. It wasn't the shady part of town or anything. Actually, it was a quaint place located in a very family-friendly neighborhood, the one where everyone knew each other and was friends with each other. So, it couldn't be the environment… Right?

Shuddering loudly, I quickly reached out to steady myself using one of the shelves when my knees went weak and buckled under me.

What the fuck?

It felt like something slithered its way up my legs and stroked my inner thighs. God, I felt violated, and the worst part was that the feeling lingered as if someone had settled their hands on my thighs.

Well, if I didn't feel violated before, I definitely did when the touch moved up and pressed right along my covered cunt. Whimpering, I let my knees give out completely, letting my body slump to the ground in a panting heap as the heat of arousal filled my body.

What the hell is going on? Why am I so turned on? What's happening?

A pounding noise filled my ears the longer I remained inside the closet, and it took me a while to realize it was my own heart ramming against my ribcage from the adrenaline surging through my body. My body was telling me to get the fuck out of here and scramble out the door that was a few feet from me. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to.

As violating as this felt, something about it felt good, fitting almost. I don't know why or how, but whatever was happening grew on me. Yeah, it felt like some weird force was touching me, but I felt safe.

I probably have to get a priest back in here to exorcise the whole damn place after this, but whatever was touching me was being gentle about it. And honestly, it was kind of harmless, like it wasn't penetrating me or shedding my clothes. Then again, could it even do that? Maybe this was the extent of its reach.

Granted, this is all playing on the fact there was something in here with me right now and touching me, and not because I was hallucinating everything. Dear God, I hope I wasn't hallucinating all of this somehow because that would be very concerning. Also, I was trying to dissuade my guilt about the fact I was coming from this whole thing to make myself feel less hysterical.

Sighing softly with pleasure, I widened my legs slightly to give the ghostly touch more access to my covered sex. This was so lewd, but I didn't care. I was so close and needed to come so badly. And whatever this thing was, it knew how to get me there. The moment I gave it more access, I could feel more pressure against my aching clit.

"Fuck." I gasped deeply, letting my mouth hang open slightly in a silent moan as I felt the familiar crash of my orgasm shake my body.

Strangely, as I did this, something warm washed over my face, particularly my lips. Was whatever this was kissing me? I swear, it felt like being devoured by a mouth while mine was stuffed with a warm tongue. But it couldn't be, right? Because this thing wasn't real.

Once my orgasm passed with the feeling of arousal, my sense of rationality came back in full force. Needless to say, I scrambled out of there faster than a rabbit bolting from a predator.

Strangely enough, I felt normal when I cleared out of the closet. Sure, I had that sensation of eyes on me, like a peeping Tom through the windows, but I didn't feel my personal space become crowded like inside the closet.

Speaking about the closet, I had to do something about that.

Getting up to my feet, I shuffled over to my desk to snatch my phone up and call Stella. I mean, I couldn't think of anyone else better to deal with paranormal shit than a demon.

"Hey, what's up?" The wave of relief at Stella's voice caused me to sigh.

Bypassing a friendly greeting, I let my frantic words fly out of my mouth as I hopped into bed. "Stella, I need you to get your ass over here with Kas and figure out what the fuck is going on with my house."

"Whoa, whoa, hold up. What's going on? Like, start from the beginning, girl, because I thought you had your damn house cleared by a shit ton of people already. So, why do you need me and Kassie—oh shut up and let me talk on the phone, you jerk—sorry, Kassie was throwing a fit about his name again. But, sorry, explain." I could hear some faint destruction from Stella's end in the background, probably Kastoron—her demon soulmate—throwing a fit with the plastic houseware.

Sighing heavily, I let my wary eyes dart over to my closet, staring holes into it as if I could conjure up the figment of my imagination. "It's stupid, but ever since I moved in, every time I go into my closet, I just feel strange, and it always feels like someone or something is constantly watching me whenever I'm in my room." Talking about it now, it was really weird because it only happened when I was in my room.

"Okay, try to explain strange because that's a little vague. Like, are you sure you're not a little too paranoid from Kassie? I'm not trying to sound dismissive, but he can trip people up pretty good." Well, I didn't blame her for asking and possibly thinking that because, to be honest, her demon mate still scared the shit out of me more often than not.

"Okay, strange as in I feel like someone is physically there, crowding my personal bubble, and touching me. Honestly, it almost feels exactly like Kas's shadows when he fucks around with me when I visit. And then, just now, whatever it was, made me come." I don't know why I chose to blurt out that last part, but it manifested into the world before my mind could rein it in.

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