Months passed and before she knew it, Eidie’s brush with the paranormal was a distant memory. Though she kept herself busy, Az was never far from Eidie’s thoughts. She often found herself staring into space, her mind torturing her with glimmers of the pleasure they had shared together. Nothing she did ever came close to replicating it, no matter how desperately she chased it. It saddened her that her stupid, human brain was beginning to blur the details she fought to hold on to. How hot had his skin been against hers? Were his hands rough or smooth? Had his voice been as deep as she recalled?
Keen for distraction from the handsome demon, Eidie had thrown herself into her work. She was producing content at a startling rate, and her fans were loving the newfound enthusiasm. Leaving out theintimatedetails, she had used her encounter with Az as a hook for her channel and had grown her followers exponentially. She had even been approached by a television show that interviewed those who had experienced the unexplainable to do a short segment on what had happened to her in the early hours of that fateful Halloween night..
As usual, Eidie had finished up her workday by staying up too late editing her videos. She had settled down with a history book – no more demons with double appendages for her –and a steaming bowl of ramen upon her knees. Though she fought to keep her eyes fixed upon the pages, Eidie found her concentration slipping. As she had done a thousand times before, she stared at the mysterious rug, rolled up in the corner of the room, gathering dust. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to risk doing anything with it since.
Just looking upon it had Eidie’s neck growing hot. An all too familiar aching returned between her thighs. She nibbled her bottom lip – she couldn’t… could she?
Eidie closed her book, uncaring when she lost her page and hurriedly placed it and her meal down on her side table. She dashed to the rug and dragged it out into the middle of the room. She stood atop it, brushing the dust from her hands as she surveyed the dark markings of the Ouija board beneath her feet. She pressed her lips together.
“Alexa?” she called. The speaker lit up at the corner of Eidie’s desk, awaiting her instruction. “Ask Roomba to vacuum the living room.”
The End.