0 comments/ 53616 views/ 1 favorites Cold Hands By: Cockatoo !!Warning!! This story is not for the squeamish. What follows is more "sensual" than "erotic," and it is neither pleasant nor kind, so consider yourself forewarned that somebody in this story is about to get hurt. Although this is a work of pure imagination, dangerous people and situations are all too common, and such real-life monsters can do a lot worse than I've portrayed here. Please understand that I do not intend to demean the tragic fates of any actual victims of such attacks. But, read no further if you're not prepared to hear about deceit, violation, and every kind of abuse, because you just can't mess around with dark forces in a dramatic plotline and expect that they'll play nice. * * * * * From the diary of Anna B., August 30 "Dear Diary, "Whew! Sorry I haven't written in you for a few days, but I'm all moved into my dorm now. Registration is in the morning, and I've got the class schedule I want all figured out now. Classes start Monday the Fourth, and they've planned a whole weekend of orientation activities for the freshmen. It'll be a bunch of parties and raffles and get-to-know you games on the quad, it looks like fun. My roommate's name is Elizabeth, and she seems really nice! She and her boyfriend enrolled here together, and he landed a single in Perlman, at the bottom of the hill, so I wouldn't be surprised if she'll be spending most of her nights with him. They've been going out forever and want to get married when they graduate. I can't wait to meet some boys. College life is going to be great! Just so I have it on record, I promise-promise-promise not to gain the 'freshman fifteen!' Boxer Hall has a pretty well-equipped exercise room, so I've got no excuse!" From an interview with Elizabeth R., recorded October 20 "Anna seemed okay for the first week or two, I guess. She was just nice and normal and friendly. I liked her. I just wish I could have seen it coming." From the diary of Anna B., September 3 "What a weekend! I got all the classes I wanted and I've met soooo many people who I just know are going to be great friends! Elizabeth's boyfriend is really nice. His name's Todd and he's so sweet to her. I wish I had someone who would be that sweet to me. I don't think most boys are sweet- most of them are big dumb jerks like Ronnie who make promises they don't mean and will say anything to get a blowjob when he's got you out parking, then they forget that you even exist. But that was high school, and those guys were all so immature and childish. I can put all that behind me now. I'm starting off my career here with a clean slate. I wish I could meet a guy who's tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious, and who thinks about me all day and all night. I wish I wish I wish. Most of the boys on this floor are very friendly and nice, and I'm sure I could get a few of them to go out with me. Oh, well. Big day tomorrow!" From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., September 5 "It's started for me, so I'm doing what Gramma said. She told me that if the spirits ever decide to talk to me, that I should write everything down immediately. I'll call her tomorrow and talk about it, try to get myself oriented, but I've got to write it down first, so I don't forget anything. I had a horrible dream last night: there was this guy, eighteen or twenty years old, and this THING was attacking him. I don't know how to describe it. There is nothing I can think of that looks like what I saw. It was loathsome, a vile, crawling, evil creature. It didn't have any skin, but it had fangs. That's about all I can say for sure, I couldn't even tell how big it was. There was a terrible fight- the guy DID put up a fight, and the screaming… Oh, god, the thing was EATING him. "The dream woke me up in a cold sweat, and I was shivering. I've had nightmares before, but nothing like this, it was so vivid, so awful. Normally, I'd just try forget about it. But this time, everything was different. I had this weird metallic taste in my mouth, and I swear the room was ten degrees cooler, like Gramma's rear parlor! Even so, I probably wouldn't have thought I'd been Touched, but after I took my shower, I saw the word "HELP" written in the steam on the mirror. I think this is something very bad. I'm scared." From the diary of Anna B., September 6 "Wow, they don't expect you to do ANYTHING the first week of classes! Just little stuff like finding out where everything is and buying books and getting settled in is all I've really been given to do. Elizabeth has practically moved into Todd's room, but she said we could still see each other whenever we want. Nobody's asked me out yet, so I'm still looking. I saw one guy, all dressed in black, so he's probably an art student or something. Sexy… I didn't get a good look at his face, but I saw he had these bright green eyes! Yum-yum! I know he didn't catch me looking at him, though, because I saw him reflected in the picture window of the lounge, and when I turned around, he'd already left. The chase is on!" From an interview with Todd A., recorded October 20 "I didn't really knew her all that well. I met her a few times around Elizabeth, but that was, um, before…y'know." From the diary of Anna B., September 9 "Okay, the Teaching Assistant in my English class is really cool. Her name's Bev and she dresses up in these really wild old clothes that she gets… oh, I don't know where, but she makes them all her own. She wears these glasses with thick, bright blue frames, and she had a man's silk necktie that she unfolded and sewed some little gold brocade around, and she was using it as a scarf! I'd never be able to get away with that, but she can pull it off because she's so pretty and self-assured. Her section of that class will be fun. Elizabeth's in that section with me! I've seen some more of that cool guy, too, but I haven't actually met him yet. I just see him out of the corners of my eye, around the crowds by the elevators or in the halls, but then I loose him. I'll get you, you gorgeous boy!" From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., September 10 "Talking to Gramma the other day really helped. Like I told her, I really never expected to have the family gift. I thought it happened around the age of thirteen, like cousin Christianne. I had no idea Uncle Roy didn't get Touched until he was past forty. Anyway, the dreams have continued, but they haven't been as bad. I haven't seen that THING again, I've just been falling, or watched that same guy falling. He's also let me see his face. I'll guess his age at nineteen, he's got dark hair in a very short, old-fashioned haircut from the late fifties or early sixties, and deep brown eyes. A very pleasant-looking and polite young man. He looks really upset. I've asked his name several times, and I keep getting the letter 'R.' Just 'R.'" From the diary of Anna B., September 11 "I saw him! I saw him! He was in the lounge again last night, and he was looking right at me, so I smiled at him! He smiled back and introduced himself! Well, he didn't actually walk over and introduce himself to me, but he mouthed the name 'Richard' at me before he was gone. Good to meet you, Richard… you're cute!" From an interview with Scott S., recorded October 21 "Yeah, I remember Anna, she was that creepy bitch. She was kinda hot when she first got here, but man, she went downhill fast. After about a month, she started just kinda wandering around, muttering to herself, slamming doors, and knocking all kinds of shit over. Some people just can't handle college life, y'know?" From the diary of Anna B., September 13 "I started looking around, trying to figure out what room Richard lives in. I know it must be on this floor, since this is the only place I've ever seen him, but I haven't found him yet. I asked Elizabeth about him, but she didn't know. I'm not surprised, she's almost never here. It's a shame, I really like her. I had dinner with her in the dining hall last night, and we have so much in common… we were both in drama club AND the yearbook committee! How weird is that?" From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., September 14 "He tried to write on the mirror again, but it just came out as 'NNNNNNNN.' Now I'm reaching out to him, trying to find out what he wants. The dreams are still just about falling, and I can feel him in the windows and mirrors. I also think he's pretty agitated, because he hasn't been very clear. I don't want to use a Ouija board because I know better than to try that alone, and I do NOT want to bring in anyone else at this point. I'm still very new at this and I don't want people to think I'm crazy, or a fraud. I remember Uncle Roy's Rule all too well- 'If you've been Touched, for God's sake try not to make an ass of yourself about it.'" From the diary of Anna B., September 14 "Hey, Dear Diary, can you keep a secret? I played with myself last night thinking about Richard. The picture I had in my mind of his beautiful face with his bright green eyes was so real, it was almost like I could reach out and touch it! He was smiling at me! Elizabeth's never here, I have the whole room to myself, so I didn't have to be embarrassed or worry about getting caught, it was so free! I don't usually put my fingers up into my vagina when I touch myself, but last night I sure did! I even made myself all tingly! Tee Hee!" From an interview with Elizabeth R., recorded October 20 "The first time she mentioned this 'Richard' of hers was probably sometime in the second or third week of September. I know how it is to have a crush on a guy, okay, but first of all, she was, like, obsessed, okay, and second of all, the guy didn't even really exist. She was running around asking everybody on the whole floor, but it was like she'd just made him up. Nobody named 'Richard' lives there. I think that was when everybody first started to wonder if she was crazy." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., September 16 "I'm glad Mom called. I took her suggestion and brought a set of scrabble tiles into my bathroom by the mirror where he first contacted me. It's a good thing that a private bathroom is one of the many perks of being a Boxer Hall Resident Advisor. At first, I didn't get much from drawing the tiles but 'DANGR' and 'HELP' a few times, and again, 'NNNN.' He also said 'GRL" once or twice. He's plenty strong, and from what Mom told me, he should come through better than this. Maybe it's because he's upset, or hurt. Besides all that falling, he hasn't given me anything else about that nightmare. The best thing I've gotten from him yet is 'HELPHERE,' and that was just now." From an interview with Scott S., recorded October 21 "Now that I'm thinking of it, she came into my room once. I think that was the first time I saw her. She wanted to know my name and Dave's name, like it wasn't written right there on the tag on the door, and she asked if anybody else lived in our room. Then, like, she asked if I was sure! As if there was some other guy hiding under the bed or something. Whoever she was looking for, I don't blame him from hiding. That girl was bad news even then." From the diary of Anna B., September 17 "I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a few days, dear Diary, but I met him! I was in my room on Friday getting ready to go out, and I saw him in the mirror! The first thing he said was not to turn around, so I didn't, but I was shocked! I didn't know how he got into my room, the door was closed and everything! But as soon as he said not to move, it was like I was bolted to the floor. All I could do was look into the mirror at his green eyes behind me. He said that he wanted to be 'a secret,' and that I shouldn't be going around asking everybody about him. So I promise-promise-promised him I'd stop and I wouldn't tell anybody else, and I tried to ask him who he was and how he got in but he shoooshed me and stepped up closer behind me. "My heart was jumping up into my throat and I thought I'd just die right there. I closed my eyes and I could feel him moving up behind me, like you feel a shadow fall over you when you're laying out in the sun. I could feel his breath on the side of my neck and it was like a cool jungle mist. My skin was crawling with anticipation and I wanted his hands on me, I wanted his hands soooo badly, and I don't know why, but I said 'Touch me.' I actually said it out loud! I was soooo embarrassed! I can't believe I said it, but I'm glad I did! Omygod, dear Diary, he touched me right in the small of my back, and his hands were so COLD, they were like ice! But God, oh god, they felt soooo good, it was such a thrill, they felt like a white swell of cool water on my back and I just somehow broke a sweat (sorry, 'glow,' girls glow when they're excited), and his hands ran slowly up my back like a shiver, then they were on my neck, kicking up white sparks, I was covered with goosebumps and my hair was standing on end and I wanted to scream! "I finally spun around, I wanted desperately to catch him in my arms and kiss him, but he wasn't there! I knew I wasn't imagining him, I felt his hands on my back, on my shoulders, on my neck, and they were as real and as solid as if they were carved from marble. But he was just gone. Then I remembered that he was a secret. I had to do it his way, and keep quiet about it, or he just wouldn't be there. I understood it as clearly as if he'd said it out loud." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., September 16 "It works better from the window, of course. I should have realized it sooner, my bed is right by the window, and that's the place he really first contacted me, in my dreams. Duh. It seems so obvious in hindsight. He comes through much clearer now. He's still saying 'HELP' and 'DANGER,' but he's also trying to say something about a 'GIRL,' and he hasn't stopped saying 'NNNN.' I think it's supposed to mean something. I've asked him his name again, but all he gives me is the 'R' tile, and sometimes a 'J.' I get the impression that he's got some kind of issue about his name, because he also gives me 'NOT ME' when I try to press him about it. 'NOT ME.' I wonder when Christianne goes on her fall break? Maybe she could help." From the diary of Anna B., September 17 (continued) "So, the next night, which was Saturday, I told everybody I wasn't feeling well and that I'd be going to bed early, which was almost true. I did go to bed early… after I'd put on a sexy little magenta slip over my favorite little bra and panties from Vicki's Secret… and I wasn't just feeling well, I was feeling incredible! My stomach was turning summersaults! I just lay on the bed, and I said "I'm waiting for you, Richard," and just lay there with my eyes closed until he arrived. "He came to me, just like I knew he would. I don't know exactly when he arrived, but he was just there after I'd waited for a while. I called out to him, but he told me not to speak. He said that he loved me, and that he wanted me, and that he was so pleased that I knew what to do, and how to call him. He said to do it that way every time, and he would come for me, every time. He said I was beautiful. He called me his Destiny. Isn't that romantic? His Destiny. My heart was hammering away in my chest, and I wanted to reach out to him, but I remembered what happened before, so I kept my arms at my sides. It took every last bit of my willpower, but I kept them there and waited for him to reach out to me. It felt like I waited a million years, I was just shivering, hungry for his touch. I felt cold, maybe I WAS cold lying there in just my lingerie, but I felt like I was submerged in ice water, and I was gasping for air, too, like I couldn't draw another breath without his touch to break the surface. "Then he was there, on my bed, on me, laying on top of me, and I felt him across every inch of me! Except I didn't feel the weight of a body, I felt the weight of his… his presence. It was like he was a silk sheet across my skin! Oh, I never thought anything could feel so good! I mean, I'd heard that sex feels good, but I'd also heard that it takes practice and it's not usually so incredible the first time, especially for girls. But it wasn't true, whoever said that was so stupid and wrong, it was just ridiculous! It felt like those wonderful drugs they gave me when I had my appendix out, but it was ten times better, and that was just from him touching me! "It was his hands, they were the only part of him I could feel as if they were real, the rest of him was like cool steam, plastering itself to my skin. But his hands, oh, he touched my shoulders first, pushing me down into the bed under him, and then my neck! As you know, dear Diary, my neck is the most sensitive part of my body, and even though he just touched me with his fingertips, he might as well have wrapped a cold-pack around my throat! I had to bite back a scream, but I knew that if I made a sound, he'd go away. I don't know how I held my arms at my sides and how I kept from shrieking, but I did it, somehow I held still and let him touch me, and I'm glad I did! He moved his hands down to my breasts… my nipples were as hard as pebbles in the bottom of a stream… and he twisted and pinched at them, up and down and in little circles, I just lay there and took it. You know how your arm feels when you bang your funny bone? All tingly and sharp and numb and painful all at once? That's how my whole body felt, especially my brain! He trailed those magical hands of his lower, and he touched my vagina… and I couldn't take it, I screamed and passed out. When I finally came too, he was gone, so I touched myself again, thinking about him and wishing he was there, and I gave myself a little orgasm and fell asleep. What a night! I felt like I finally lost my virginity! "He will come to me again. I know this as sure as I know the sun comes up in the morning. I'll call to him and wait for him, and he'll be there. I will let him make love to me, and it will be the most wonderful thing in the world! I won't tell anyone. I promise. I don't need to tell anyone. He will make me complete." From an undated note in the margins of Beverly W.'s gradebook, section 011 of ENG 115, by an arrow clearly indicating Anna B.'s name "!?!?!?" From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., September 17 "'NNNN' is now 'NNNNA,' every time. I think it's because R has calmed down a lot, and he's coming through more clearly. He seems less panicked, anyway, but he's still definitely worried about something. I asked him what he wanted, and he said 'MY ROOM.' I got 'MY ROOM' in response to different questions, too; I asked 'What's wrong?,' 'Who is the girl?,' and 'How can I help?'. Same answer: 'MY ROOM.' I thought he was stuck, so I asked where his room was, and he said 'UPUPUP.' I live on the second floor, right above the lobby. He could be anywhere in the building. When I asked him where it was again, he said 'NO,' and that's all I got from that point on. I don't think he wants me to find the place. How does he expect me to help?" From an interview with Elizabeth S., recorded October 20 "It's true I didn't see much of her, I mean, for a roommate. I spent a lot of time with Todd. But for the first couple of weeks, we would go to the dining hall together, we'd work out together, we'd hang around a little. Then, she sorta… withdrew. It started right after her frantic search for Richard. She stopped working out. She stopped eating with me. I scarcely saw her. I don't know whether or not it would have made a difference if I'd been around more." From the diary of Anna B., September 20 "I am in love with Richard. I thought I wanted to meet a boy. I thought I wanted a boyfriend. I didn't know what I wanted. To hell with boys. Richard knows how to please me like nobody else ever could in a hundred years. I love Him. Love Him, love Him, love Him, love Him. I will be His forever if He would have me. Cold Hands ...There I lay, lounging on the divan, while sculpted young Mediterranean boys fed me grapes and perky young girls ran around dusting everything with little black feather dusters. Everyone was wearing togas and... Cold Hands! He must have watched me sleeping peacefully for a little bit before he first touched me. I had been sleeping quite soundly and wasn't the slightest bit aware of his presence. I knew I must have been a sight... My long slender legs wrapped around a pillow, the flowered sheet covering only my belly and my ass, leaving my breasts and thighs open to his touch. When he first touched his hand to my leg, I was torn from my dream into blurry confusion, muttering "Cold hands, cold hands." He had known I had stayed up too late when he came back into the bedroom that morning. He had been complaining that I slept in too late, and I should have known that the revenge was coming. Icy fingers ran up my thigh. My legs closed together reflexively on his fingers and I buried my face deeper into the pillow. "Cold hands," I muttered again, and fell back into my dream. ...One of the toga clad young gentlemen was smiling at me, and I smiled back, and lay back as another massaged my foot. I looked at the smiling youth with a seductive glance, nodding to encourage him closer as the other touched my ankle with cold hands... Cold hands! When I next awoke, he had already tied one of my ankles to the ropes that ran under our mattress for this reason, and was slowly spreading my legs apart. By the time I had shaken off the haze of my dream and sat up, feeling the muscles stretch, my legs were spread wide open. I looked up at him in slight fear, slight anticipation. "Did you say something about cold hands, my sleeping beauty?" A playful gleam glinted from his eye as he spoke. He touched the rope at my ankle and tested it's grip. Not too tight, not too loose. I couldn't escape if I wanted to, but the bounds were not painful. I tried to catch his hand as the cold finger moved from my ankle, and danced up my leg to my kneecaps. "Well, now, I guess we'll have to do something about your hands, too, won't we?" The next thing I knew, he was securing my wrists separately above my head, until I was pulled into a X across the bed, my exposed and hardening nipples pointing to the ceiling. When he returned to my side after checking the ropes he smiled at me. The devious expression on his face revealed that I was in trouble, and I bit my lip in anticipation. I gasped as he slipped a satin blindfold over my eyes, and my world became dark. I heard him leave the room for a moment, and I began to get a little upset that he would leave me tied alone so early in the morning. He returned quickly, though it seemed a long time to m, and immediately started where he had left off before I tried to stop him. I struggled helplessly against my bonds as the cold fingers again began their assault on my flesh. The fingers felt colder than before, almost impossibly cold. He ran them up my legs, stopping at the inner thigh, then across my belly and the undersides of my firm breasts. By this time, the contact of flesh was warming his touch and I began to relax. He sensed this and pulled his fingers away. I pulled against my bonds, trying to offer my breasts to him. I heard him laugh softly. The fingers finally returned, touching each of my nipples ever so lightly. I jumped in shock when I realized his fingers were as cold as ice. My lips parted and I let out a small cry as he circled my nipples with the icy touch. I tried to tell him to stop, but I felt my pussy getting moister with every touch. I could feel the little buds harden like stone under his touch, and sighed in relief as he pulled his hands away. Next I felt his hot breath warming my breasts and I smiled. His warm lips wrapped around my left nipple and with a gentle suck he brought back the warmth I had been denied. I moaned and moved slightly under his hot kiss, and I felt him smile against me. Cold hands! Without me realizing it, his cold touch had found it's way to the outer regions of my crotch. For the first time I could remember I was wishing I had worn panties to bed. But there I lay, tied helpless and naked with what felt like ice cubes dancing around my patch of hair and flesh. He lifted his mouth from my breast as I began to thrash about, trying to loosen my bonds. I heard him chuckle again as the icy fingers touched the flesh of my now extremely wet slit. He ran his finger down my slit, starting just under, but not touching my clit, down, parting my lips and circling my hole, down, till I felt the icy touch on the crack of my ass. Then his finger retraced the route slowly back up, down, and up, making me scream and squirm. Several times he pulled the finger away, but only for a moment till it came back, colder than ever. Every few moments, the icy touch would find my clit, and I would cry out. After only a few minutes, tears were moistening my blindfold and I was begging him to fill me. "Fill you, my sleeping beauty?" I tell how much he was enjoying my suffering in his voice. "Oh, I think I can do that, but I don't think that will stop your torture." I felt the head of his cock brush against my chin, and I opened my mouth eagerly to take him in. I ran the tip of my tongue in circles around the head. "Oh, come on my hot little slut, I know you can do better than that" The icy touch found my clit again and I quickly sucked his dick into my mouth, trying to focus on the pleasure I was giving him. He fed it to me slowly at first, inch by inch, and I eagerly sucked him in. When the head of his cock was brushing against the back of my throat, I fought off the urge to gag and began working magic with my tongue. His fingers continued their assault on my over-enlarged clit, while he began fucking my mouth with a slow and steady rhythm. I could feel his need increasing as I heard little noises coming from him as I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. His fingers, which had warmed to my flesh by this time, finally found their way into my waiting hole. He moved them in and out, keeping the time with his cock moving in and out of my mouth, and I began to moan. He pulled his hard, throbbing member from my lips and plunged it deep into my pussy. I cried out at the suddenness of it, and my body leapt to meet his thrust. As he pulled out, his hands found their way to my nipples. I was whimpering as he began to fuck me, hard and fast. My nipples were twisted and pulled by his expert fingers, but all I could think about was cumming. I became a helpless whirl of passion, his balls slapping against my ass as he slammed into me. I could feel all the sensation climbing from my belly and I became one with him as the orgasm built within us. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep in my cunt, sending waves of erotic pleasure coursing through me. As our mutual orgasm subsided, he lay on top of me, with his cock still buried deep inside me. I could feel his thick juice pumping into me, and I felt a huge grin break out across my face. After he cleaned himself off, he removed the blindfold and untied me. He held me for a little while on the bed, kissing the perspiration from my forehead. I looked at up him and saw him smiling at me. "So how about those cold hands?" He asked. I just grinned back and laughed. Perhaps I will have to get my own revenge soon. Cold Hands Try to guess what the young man, it will tickle your brain. This is actually one of my older works, revived. Kileka It all started in a bookstore. I don't remember why I went to the bookstore at eight at night; maybe just for something to do. Now, I think he drew me there. Then, I probably thought I was just looking for something to read. I went to the bookstore I always went to. It was about 10 miles from my house. It had large ceiling to floor windows in the front in which one could see the street and cars passing the building. Most of the interior was stained mahogany, the bookshelves, the tables and even the staircase to the second floor. The carpet and upholstery was a earthen mix of clay brown and berry red. Of course, there were thousands of books and no art or loud music to distract from them. It had a very old fashioned library feel to it. No CD's, no trendy coffee places, just books. It was busy for that late with about 30 people in the place, but the atmosphere of deliberate silence was retained. What do I feel like reading? It was unusual, but I felt a bit like romance. I took off my coat and went to the correct section on the second floor. I started scanning titles. I was immediately disgusted by titles like "Husband's Thrall" and "Dark Need". How cheesy! Disappointed, I walked over to my usual, Sci-fi back down on the first floor towards the back of the store. As I look through titles, something caught my eye. A young boy was sitting in the corner in the back, reading. He had short, platinum-blond hair and crystalline blue eyes. He was wearing a tan suit, somewhat befitting his features. On the hand holding the book, there were two rings, one on his middle and one on his ring finger. One was silver and had a large square onyx and the other was also silver but had etching surrounded by diamonds. But, somehow, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He looked up from his reading quickly, as though he sensed my staring. I quickly glanced away and pretended to be very attentive on a certain title. He continued to read and I stole another glance at him before moving to another shelf. I felt myself blushing but ignored it and kept looking through titles. Seeing such an attractive character made me extremely self-conscious. I walked toward the front of the store and seeing how the windows were mildly reflective, I took a moment to fix my dishelved hair. Then I took in my appearance. I am an average college student of average height and medium weight. I have long brown hair that I always wear in a pony tail and chestnut colored eyes. I have a baby face and was wearing jeans and a t-shirt at the time. I hadn't worn any makeup and kind of regretted it. To be honest, I felt very ordinary. After such, I moved back to the Sci-fi and snuck another look at him, then moved back to looking at titles. After a few minutes, my mind wandered from books to...well...other things, I was awakened from my daydream abruptly by the feeling of one icy finger trailing down my spine. It caused me to shudder violently and get slightly uneasy. The finger lingered at the base of my spine above my bottom. I shook it off and continued to look through titles. One title finally caught my eye but before I could pick up the book, I felt that finger become a ice-cold hand and grasp my backside. I jumped and gasped, slightly startled. I wildly looked around for the pervert but found none. No one was standing within arms reach of me or walking past me. What in the world? Out of habit, I rubbed where I felt the hand. Ok. I picked up the book I was looking at previously and turned it over to read the back. In the midst of reading, my eyes widened as I felt the hand again. This time it brushed my cheek and it was so cold, I shivered. It caressed from my cheek to the side of my neck, causing a more violent shiver to come from me. I clutched the book to my breast, getting more nervous as the hand trailed from my neck to my collarbone. It followed the bone down to the hollow of my breast. As strange as this occurrence was, it was equally erotic. I felt myself bite my lip and close my eyes. I bet everyone's staring at me, with as strange as I'm acting. I let out an exasperated gasp of air as the hand cupped my breast. My nipple hardened immediately under my bra. When another hand cupped my other breast, I dropped the book. Both hands started fingering my nipples causing my body to react swiftly. I felt myself moisten in the hollow between my legs. I took a deep breath in an attempt to get back my resolve and picked up the book. I felt myself clench my teeth as my lust drove me further to insane when the hands didn't stop. I clutched the book to my breast again almost as a miserable attempt to make the torture stop. But it didn't. In fact, the hands only got more aggressive, pinching and pulling at my nipples. I stood up slowly and walked awkwardly to the closest table. To my amazement, amongst all this, I started thinking about the hot boy in the corner. Don't I wish? I wanted the hands to stop but on the flip side, didn't. I felt very weary and embarrassed but the hot desire between my legs didn't let forget the situation. I would really love it if I could take that boy home and have my way with him. Almost as if on cue, I felt another ice cold hand caress the top of my thigh. The other two continued fondling my breasts by grasping them, plucking my nipples and trailing down my ribcage. My breathing and heart rate picked up. My thoughts darkened when I imagined where that third hand wanted to go. I dug my fingers into the table where I sat down. Come on! Where's your dignity? Fight it! The third hand swayed back and forth on the top of my thigh, edging ever nearer to my hip. I felt my face get deep red but opened the book and pretended to read it. That hand crept ever closer inward trailing the inside of my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I stole another glance at the cute boy as curiousness drove my thoughts to reality. I need to get myself under control. But when I looked over, to my surprise, I saw the slightest curve of a smirk on his lips. His expression was that of a mischievous child. I stared at him unconsciously. He glanced at me. The hands all stopped for a split second. We both looked down quickly at the same time. Wait. No...is that even possible? Thoughts rush through my head. Could it be...him? I kept him in the corner of my eye and waited for the hands to resume their groping. As I kept pretending to read, a hand quickly slipped in between my legs. I almost stopped breathing, my heart rate doubled and the heat within me became scorching in temperature. I swallowed a moan and worked up the nerve to look at him. He glanced up at me and a grin formed on his face. Oh my god! It is him. I looked down and searing heat crept up my cheeks. I have to stop him! Whatever it is, it's not right. It can't be right. But something in me didn't want him to stop. I needed it as much as he wanted it. The warm hand trailed along my muff, following the slit down to the core of my desire. But as the hand massaged my pulsating heat and urged it on, something within me broke. I can't take it anymore. I stood up abruptly and walked over to him. But as I stood there, I was at a loss for words. Stop...Leave me alone...Fuck me. All came to mind but none came out as my urgency drove me. He looked up at me with that grin on his face. Instead came out, "Who are you?" His voice was deeper than one would think and mellow, with an edge of annoyance. Through those rosy lips came, "Does it matter?" I retorted quickly, "Then, what do you want?" And just as quickly, "You." I paused, taken aback. I felt myself shaking at the core but felt no hands. I felt so vulnerable and small when he stood and I realized how tall he was. Amusement played across his crystalline blue eyes as he looked down at me. He walked past me, toward the door. He stopped halfway and motioned for me to come. I did and when I stopped and faced him, he said, "I'm giving you a chance to walk away." Now or never. What if he's a killer or something? Then the stupidest thing came out of my mouth, "How do I know I can trust you?" After a moment, he said, "You don't." "Can you at least give me your name? Don't you at least want mine?" I said wearily. He simply smirked and walked outside. But...it's just too much. I followed him. Outside, he was standing next to a candy-apple red Honda Civic. As I walked toward him, he said, "Last chance." He opened the door and I paused to say, "If I had any doubts, I wouldn't of followed you," and got in. He closed it, smiling. We drove. To somewhere I didn't pay attention to and it was dark, quiet and desolate. It appeared to be on one of the numerous desert hills on the outside of town. He stopped the car and turned it off. I quickly said, "Do you do this to every pretty girl you meet?" He peered over at me, - Damn those eyes! - and said, "No, just you." I looked away, flustered yet flattered. He doesn't talk much but his words are powerful. And what about the hands? He turned to face me and cupped my chin. I faced him and saw strict admiration as he paused to look at me. I have so many questions but can't seem to bring myself to ask them. His hand moved to the back of my neck. He pulled me in and brushed my lips with his own. His breath tickled my face as his lips pulled at mine. My own breath shuddered and my heart sped up. My thoughts raced but then dissolved as his tongue moistened my upper lip. As he pulled away, I noticed the tone of the expression on his face had darkened. His face was flushed, his lips were pink and his eyes seemed to be dark blue orbs. He said demandingly, "Get out." I was taken aback but realized he was doing the same. I followed him to the hood. He sat on it, looked at me and said with the same tone of voice as the last command, "Take off your clothes." I looked around. It was warm and breezy, the ground was dry, and the crescent moon shed very little light. I started shaking again but obliged him. I was normally very self-conscious but didn't fight myself mentally like usual. I felt red heat creep up my cheeks in embarrassment at the thought of being nude in front of him. He watched intently as I started with my shoes and socks. Then my jacket, sequentially putting the articles in a neat pile. I followed with my t-shirt and jeans, my cheeks getting redder. All that was left was my mismatched black and white lacy bra and underwear. I slowly unclasped my bra and put it in the pile. I covered my breasts as I slid my panties off. I covered the V between my legs and averted my gaze from his. A whisper of a command came from him, "Come here." Doubt coursed through my mind almost as fast as the blood in my veins. I slowly made my way towards him. As I reached him, he moved my arms to reveal me. I saw his gaze trail down and his breathing picked up as a reaction to what he saw. He wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me even closer to him. He spun me around, my back facing him and he leaned back against the hood of the car. I looked out into the dark and his hot breath tickled the back of my neck. He tilted my head back and ran his tongue along the curve of my neck. I shuddered and closed my eyes. He nibbled my flesh, then bit down. I gasped and gripped his pants. His unoccupied hand grazed my nipple on its journey to between my legs. In the warm hands place followed an ice cold one. I shivered as another took it's place on my other breast. I couldn't resist the urge to look down but closed my eyes when I saw nothing atop my mounds. Those hands started fumbling and pinching my nipples and I felt my pussy lips convulse and moisten. I arched in reaction, leaning against him. I bit my lip, craving his tongue. His real hand proceeded to my knees and spread them slightly. He traced the inside of thigh with his pointer finger. I felt his erection graze my buttocks as he cupped my mound. I felt his hot breath next to my ear and he whispered, "Do you want me that much?" In response, I moved my hand to cover his over my mound. Without hesitation, he quickly thrust two fingers into my dripping folds. I arched higher as the rest of his hand hit the lips. My hand on his pants gripped harder than before. I thrust my head back on his shoulder and my mouth gaped open reactively. He slowly slid them out and more forcefully thrust them back in, causing a squeal. I felt him spread the pointer and middle fingers producing a squelch and the feeling of both fingers hitting walls of my pussy. The pointer rubbed against my g-spot, causing a shudder to wrack me. Those fingers then moved back and forth, each hitting my g-spot, which caused my build up to orgasm to skyrocket. My orgasm hit suddenly, producing a massive amount of fluid in between my legs. Waves of shuddering rolled over me as my cunt clutched with each wave. I couldn't believe how fast I came. He seemed to know exactly how to get me to cum. He removed his fingers as the clutching slowed and I caught my breath. I felt droplets of sweat on my brow as he turned me around and the ghostly hands removed themselves from my breasts. He said, "Get on your knees," so low I could barely hear him. I slide my hands down his torso as I go down on one knee than the other. When I looked up again, he had his right pointer and middle fingers in his mouth tasting the fluid from my orgasm. He removed the fingers from his own mouth and placed them on my lips. I slowly opened my lips and took them in, then finding the taste to my liking, I licked them clean. I placed my hands on his thighs and looked to him for guidance. He caressed my cheek and took off my jacket. I waited patiently as he unbuttoned his shirt. He took it off, revealing a toned, pale chest which was a sure fire sign that he exercised regularly. He then twined his fingers in my hair, shoving my face against the crotch of his pants. The smell of his sex was overwhelming, strong and sickly sweet. I could feel the outline of his erection pushing against his jeans. I deftly unbuttoned his jeans as I took in his length and scent. The jeans unsnapped quietly as I pulled them down his taunt pale legs. His member popped forward, being released from it's binds. It was intimidating: lengthy,wide and oozing clear fluid from the tip. I first took it my hands hesitantly, realizing that my fingers barely reached around it. I rubbed down it's shaft, causing a shudder and heavy breathing to come from my host. After some blushing and a gentle hand caressing the top of my head coercing me, I licked some of the fluid off the tip. This produced another shudder from the man. Then, I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking the rest of the precum off it. I flicked my tongue underneath the tip and followed the artery down to the base. Only then did I allow the entire cock in my mouth. I took it as much as I could, having it push against my throat. I slid my head back up and went down fast again, producing a pop sound. My host was emitting slow, whispered moans as I worked him fast. Spittle was forming on my bottom lip as I sucked and swallowed. He only allowed me to do this for a few moments, proving he was on edge. He took my jaw in his hand and made me release him. A moment after he pushed me down into the dirt and followed on his knees. I cupped his face and looked at him quizzically but his eye were penetratingly determined. He had a look of severity as he grasped his meat and poised it against my opening. My eyes grazed the stars as he put his left hand beside my head and pushed a little farther in. My pussy spread to accommodate his meat as I put my hands on his waist. He grabbed my hip with his left hand and used his weight as leverage to drive the rest of the way into me. I let out a drawn out stuttering moan as my eyes squeezed shut. My cunt took a moment to fully accommodate to his length and girth. I brought my legs around his hips, adjusting his angle inside me. His rhythm started slow and gently but when I emitted little vocal responses he put his hand above my shoulder. He drove in hard, my back dragging somewhat painfully against the ground beneath me. This caused a small moan threaded with the throatiness associated with pain to come from me. His frequency picked up in both force and speed. The volume of my moans matched his pace. I could tell our actions were vigorous as we were both sweating and breathing hard. The toll the rough ground had on my back is echoed in my yells and brought wetness to my eyes. He watched intently as I writhed and yelled from his blows. Inside of me, all the godly pleasure amplified the pain, just as the pain amplifies the pleasure. I could hear the sounds of the punishment my cunt took by the squelches and splooshes. My pussy was so wet, the fluid covered all of my crevice. The boy then put his hand on abdomen from my hip forcing my body to stop jostling about. That helped with the pain on my back while allowing him to focus on the power of each thrust instead of the speed. Each pound comes with incredible force causing me to put a hand on my mouth to prevent screams. The sheer ecstasy of this put my body in thrall. My body arched to him, goosebumps covered my skin and my pussy clenched. Knowing that was what pleasure my body seeks constantly, my orgasm peaked. He followed in swift suit. I felt his cock twitch, expand and his searing heat fill my own. I felt him cum four times and I watched his eyes clench shut, brow furrow and his mouth open to omit an "ah" sound. He rested on top of me for a minute and I used it to catch my breath. He got off quickly. He composed himself as I got up and got dressed. We got dressed quietly, never saying anything to each other. I actually felt dazed. As we got back into the car, I retained my silent dazing. He put the keys in the ignition and leaned back. I turned my head to look at him and he stared back at me. I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to think and thus say. The actual realization of what had just happened didn't hit until six hours later. After what seemed like a few minutes, he spoke. He said the only thing I purposely never told him that night. He said my name. Cold Hands, Warm Heart Her green eyes sparkled at me, a smile of eternal worship greeting me silently as I parted her legs and nudged myself against her yielding flesh. I’d turned the fan on, and the perspiration across her body was quickly cooling. Lovemaking always made her too hot; sticky to the touch. She hated how that happened, and yet could not help it. She wanted to share her whole body in embrace, but she knew how clammy and moist she was, and how difficult it was for me to hold her like that. We’d both break apart long before we wanted to, with sweat streaming down her back, pooling in the little dip above her ass. The undersides of her breasts would be slick, and her hair darkened and wet. It maddened her and made her feel less beautiful, uncomposed. We’d just have to do it as quickly as possible before she was unable to continue. I knew how she wanted more than anything to love me with her entire body, for hours, if only she wouldn’t die from overheating. We’d had the fan on long enough that we didn’t need it so much anymore, so I turned it down, and then moved over her once again. She was still warm, but already much cooler. Her legs were parted, and I ran my hand up the insides of her thighs, feeling the silkiness of her skin. Her nipples shivered in the cool air. I bent my head over her and took one into my mouth, pulling on it and tasting the saltiness around her areola. A thin trail of moisture ran down the side of her neck from her temple; I raised my hand to brush it away. Her head moved sensuously across the pillow, offering even more of her throat up to me. Her arms were raised above her neck, and I clasped my hands in hers. I squeezed them and she gazed at me, seemingly transfixed, while I raised my body and pushed myself into her. My cock eased in slowly, her cunt muscles having tightened from the cool air of the fan. Gradually, I pumped with my hips, quick jerks that she liked so much. Her dazzled expression urged me on. Faster, and harder, I drove into her while I held her hands down above her head. It was wonderful, her new coolness. We could make love all day like this. Her legs slid along mine; God, how do women get skin like that? Feeling their perfect softness against my hips made my balls spasm and my cock grow even harder, but I took my time, as we had never been able to do before. I fell forward over her, which I had always been inclined to do when I was close to coming, but never could because of the stifling steam of her body, until now. We held one another in every possible way, finally, finally, now that she was cool enough to hold that close. I felt every part of me touching her: her breasts heaving against my chest as we rocked together, her stomach a sweet pillow I could sleep forever on, even the delicate softness of her feet, tenderly rubbing against my ankles. With every taut thrust, I felt her exhale more and more, a soft speechless pant. No words were necessary. Neither of us was the type to talk much during lovemaking anyway, but especially now, it seemed inadequate. The ecstasy of this moment needed only our eyes, staring deeply into one another, to do it justice. This moment would last forever. I knew she understood that as I did. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on her face as I came, then. She had finally given herself to me the way she had always wanted to, touched me completely, as I had touched her. I had never seen her so beautiful. Her eyes shone like emeralds and her lips were slightly parted in surrender. I kissed her forehead, as cool as alabaster. My hands left hers, and I stroked the dark waves of her hair, and her soft cheek. My fingers trailed down her neck, lightly tracing the deep, bluish bruises left earlier by my hands, when she had still been burning up and sweating. I had given her what she’d always desired. She knew that, as my hands had wrapped around her throat and gently choked the cloying heat from her. She smiled while I did it. She’d offered her life up gratefully, small payment for knowing she would never be too hot to make love with me again. I rolled carefully off her body and watched her still form for hours, caressing her breasts and hips, her eyes gazing lovingly back at me. I made sure her legs were kept apart. I couldn’t wait to make love to her again, when every final whisper of warmth had left her body. I knew she would have wanted me to. Cold Hands "He was with me again last night. This time I wore just a simple shift, clean and white, no bra, no panties, just simple and sexy and pure. I wanted Him to have me. When I called to Him, I said 'I'm waiting for You, Richard. I'm waiting for You to make love to me.' He came and sat on the bed right next to me and told me how pretty He thought I was. He said that He loved me, and that He would make love to me. He said He'd 'enter' me. Isn't that a nice way of putting it? He told me He wanted to make my flesh his own. I almost melted right into the mattress when He said that! He was on top of me, and I could feel His cold, cold hands on my sides- my arms and legs flew open to accept him, and I didn't have to hold still this time! I felt Him trace up and down from my underarms to my hips, and I could feel His icy green eyes burning into me like they could see right into my soul! But Diary, let me tell you that's not all I felt! You know, I felt His THING! It was hard and cold like a popsicle! He had it right at the entrance to my vagina, and I had to bite down really hard on my lip to keep from howling as He slid his freezing cold thing into me! I wanted to scream out loud, but I didn't want him to go away, so contained it, just barely! "His THING didn't feel all that big when it went in, but as He moved it around inside me, holding my wrists down to the bed with my arms stretched out, it felt like He filled me up all the way, sort of like that time I tried a douche. But, it wasn't warm, and it was heavier and thicker, like Jell-O. I thought it would be more firm and hard, like 'wood,' but I think that's just how He is, because, you know, he doesn't have a body like other guys. Oh, Diary, He was incredible, there was no pain like they said there might be, He was just in me and I was rolling around and kicking and trying to thump my arms and legs up and down, but He was holding me down, and my head was rocking side to side, and His eyes just kept staring right into me, penetrating me just the same as how He was penetrating me with his thing and pumping me and making love to me! "But this is the best part: He made me have an orgasm! I've made myself 'cum' before, a little, I think, but dear Diary, it was nothing like this! It was like icy needles shot up through my whole body through my vagina and a white-hot/cold spark set off some kind of firework in my head and it felt like it lasted forever, it was bliss. I learned in French class (well, ok, outside of class) last year that they call an orgasm 'le petit mort,' which means 'the little death.' I can see why! I want to 'cum' with Him again and again and again, forever and ever! I Love Him… did I mention that already? Hee Hee." From an interview with Todd A., recorded October 20 "We stopped by Elizabeth's room and saw Anna this one time, before things got really bad, and I noticed that their heating vents weren't working. It was like twenty degrees colder in there. But Anna didn't seem to notice, and Elizabeth was more worried about Anna. At the time, we thought it was drugs. Anna didn't seem the type, and her friends… well, she didn't seem to HAVE any friends. Not that we knew of. We were worried that Anna had a secret affair going on and that the guy was feeding her pills or something. I thought it must have been Downers. The girl was pretty out of it, after all." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., September 22 "Okay, now I know for sure that 'NNNA IS GRL' who I'm supposed to help, and I think she lives in his room, but that's pure speculation. He won't shut up about 'MY ROOM,' but he won't tell me where it is, either! He just says 'NONONO' when I ask. But, he came up with something else to say! 'ONLY LOVE CAN BREAK HATE.' That's the most coherent thing I've ever gotten from him, but I don't know what he means or how I'm supposed to help him with his room. He only said it once. I think it took a lot out of him." From the diary of Anna B., September 24 "Okay, I should thank you, dear Diary, for your help in Bev's class on Thursday. She wanted us to keep a journal of what we've been feeling as we read the assignments, and maybe I've fallen a little behind lately. Ok, I didn't read the last one. Or, the one before that. But I'm so lucky I've had you, dear Diary, right there in my bag when there was a photocopier handy! That way, I had SOMETHING to turn in to her. I remember that she said she wouldn't accept late work, but would always take a re-do. I'll just explain I was confused (you ARE a journal, after all) and turn in something different later. "Actually, I'm lucky I made it to class at all. I've been terrible about sleeping in lately. Having all that yummy lovemaking with Richard is doing funny things to my sleep cycle, but I don't care. I think that being sexually active does stuff to your body- Todd's skin has cleared up since the beginning of the year, I think. And there's that girl down the hall who started up with that fraternity boy, she smells funny now. A little less sleep is a small price to pay for Richard, who has become the light and the center of my life! He comes to me every night now, sometimes two or three times, and He makes love to me every time! I've given up wearing anything to bed, he told me that he likes me naked! He says it's to 'savor my flesh,' isn't that cool? At first, I feel soooo naughty just being naked alone in my room, then I felt completely natural and relaxed, now I take off all my clothes the instant I get into my room and I lay on the bed or on the floor and wait for him to come to me! I've been busy lately!" From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "I guess I noticed that there was something not-quite-right about Anna sometime in September, even before she turned in that Xerox of her diary. She's a bright student, she started off very attentive, punctual, and she always turned everything in on time, but she slipped. Usually, students will either stay on the mark and be consistently good, or they will be lackluster from the beginning and hopefully drop the class before an F or a D ends up on their transcripts. I've been a Graduate Assistant for two years now, and I've never seen anyone slip so fast. I guess I thought she must have suffered some trauma, but when she turned in those diary pages, I knew she needed help." From an interview with Elizabeth R., recorded October 20 "Once, before things were really bad, I went into our room to get something, right in the middle of the day, and I found her totally naked and laid out on the bed. At first, I thought she was asleep, because she wasn't making any noise, but she was right up on top of all the covers, and she was moving around. Then I thought she was, er, ah… masturbating or something because of the way her body was heaving up and down and her head was rocking around, but she wasn't touching herself or anything. Her hands were flat and open and stretched out over her head. I thought she might have a… uhm, well, you know, a…a vibrator, down there, but I didn't stay to watch, I turned away. I had a serious case of the creeps, not just because I felt like I was peeking, or intruding, though that's part of it. I felt like I was being, you know, WATCHED, even though she'd had her eyes screwed shut and acted like she didn't noticed me. "I left and closed the door behind me without getting whatever it was I came for… I don't even remember what it was, now… and as I was standing there in the hall, I shivered and wanted my jacket. She must have had the window open. I remember, because I had a little argument with Todd when I went back and told him about it- he said the windows don't open. I told him what did he know, maybe they don't open in Perlman, but they might in Boxer. He said no, he was sure they don't open in any of the dorms, especially Boxer, because he'd heard some kid once fell out of a window there and died. "Now this is the really creepy part. I forgot about the argument right then, but that's the way Todd is, he has to win everything, and later on, he showed me prints of the old school papers from like thirty years ago. He was right, of course. A freshman named Richard Johnston fell out of Boxer hall and broke his neck, right after the dorm was built, then they bolted all the windows shut after that. Todd got curious when he saw that the guy fell from the same floor that we lived on, and he went back and checked the leasing records. That kid fell out the window of OUR room." From the diary of Anna B., September 29 "Stupid! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! Richard made me promise never to tell anyone! He wanted for US to be private and magical, and what did I do? I showed that stupid cunt everything I'd written about him in those stupid fucking pages I copied for her! I told her that it was just a story, that I'd made him up, and I think she believed me, but she could see how upset I was. I ran away from her in tears when she kept asking me about it. Stupid of me, I should have done a better job of pretending, I shouldn't have cried, but I was soooo mad at the bitch, and mad at myself, that I risked everything that really matters over her stupid fucking homework! "Richard was angry. He was very very pissed off, and He had every reason to be. I did a bad thing and I needed to be punished so I wouldn't do it again. He was right to throw that lamp at me. And those books. I deserved it. It made a mess, but I cleaned it up, and nothing big or expensive was broken. I couldn't do much about the burns or the bloodstains on the carpet, but He helped me move the furniture around afterwards, and we covered everything pretty well. I just had to stay in my room for a few days so nobody else would ask any stupid questions about the bruises, and it was a blessing, really, because He was with me the whole time. He spent every day telling me how pretty I am, and how much He Loves me, and how proud He is of me, and He kept making love to me over and over again! It was our honeymoon, really. Those were the best few days of my life, being naked together with Him all the time, tasting His cold electric charge in the air, everything always looked like it was wet and sparkling with life! I'm sorry I made the stupid mistake, but it will never, ever, ever-ever-ever happen again and I know Richard loves me and will never leave me. The whole thing just proved our love for each other, I can think of it as a trial by fire, forging the steel of our relationship." From an interview with Todd A., recorded October 20 "After I showed her that thing from the school paper about the guy who went out the window, Elizabeth just freaked out. She was convinced that something evil was happening to Anna, and that it wasn't just a coincidence. She thought the room was haunted. I know it was stupid, but she was really scared. I tried to tell her that Anna was just on drugs, that lots of kids drop out their freshman year 'cause they're not ready, and that if anything was haunted, it would be the pavement outside where the kid hit the ground. Saying that just made her cry. One of these days I've got to learn to keep my big mouth shut." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 1 "Okay, this is bad news. I trust R. He means well, he's worried, and he's scared. Rightly, so, too. Gramma was right about me asking him the wrong questions. Instead of trying to figure out his problem and getting 'MY ROOM' or 'NO' again, I tried to think of something that would let him tell his story, and I asked him why he was frightened. He hesitated and tried to give me 'NNNA' again, but I stopped him and asked what I saw in my nightmare when he first asked me for help. Then, my fingers quickly flew out and pushed together the tiles that spell out 'INCUBUS.' Perfectly clear, neat, and exactly right the first time. It took me a second to remember that an Incubus is a Demon that rapes and destroys women. NNNNA is in terrible danger. This is what he's been trying to tell me all along. What do I do?" From the diary of Anna B., October 2 "Richard and I have totally made up now. He's just so wonderful, I can hardly tell you how much. He's taught me what it means to be a woman, what it is to be in Love. And it is Love, I know what the word means now. Just today, He wanted to sexually explore with me even further- He said He wanted to 'eat' me! I've given blowjobs before, but that was just horrible and those dirty boys with their smelly bodies just disgust me now! But anyway, none of them were ever interested in using their mouths on me, and now I'm glad they didn't! Eeeew! But when Richard said He would do that, He said it so passionately, He said He would 'consume' me! Isn't that great? Consume me. And I wasn't disgusted at all, because He's so clean, you know, the way He is… I can't wait!" From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "I was really, really worried about her. First it was those diary pages, then she stopped showing up for class. Then, I saw how her roommate, Elizabeth, started acting when she came to class, actually LOOKING for Anna and wondering where she was. Once, it looked like she was going to burst into tears, and I just knew it was because she was imagining something horrible was happening. I wasn't too sure she was just imagining it, either. I was thinking the same thing." From the diary of Anna B., October 5 "Richard is the whole reason for my whole, life, you know that, Diary? I was born to give Him Love, and He is my very own soul. My body is the instrument He plays in the Cosmic Symphony Orchestra, my mind is the page on which His music is written, and my spirit is the air in which His Divine Song rings. Every breath I draw, I do so for the sake of the next time he visits me. I cannot imagine life without Him now, Diary, I can scarcely remember my life before He came to me- it's like I wasn't even truly alive at all! Up until Richard, nothing mattered, my body was an empty shell, my mind was useless clutter and worry, and my spirit was wasted energy. My whole being was an egg waiting to be fertilized and to hatch. When Richard makes love to me, I blossom open like a flower, I burst like ripe fruit, and I become ONE with TRUE fulfillment. "When Richard is not with me, everything is dull and lukewarm and grey, it's like I'm sleepwalking and nothing is real. The color bleeds out of all the colors, no food has any taste, and all I can do is sit and wait for Richard to come to me again. Sometimes I have to close my fingers in the door again and again to feel the Shine of Life. I will go for walks, and sometimes I can still make the stars come from behind my eyes when I put my head to the wall, but it's a dull, empty thing. The only reason I'm still alive is that I know the time is coming soon when Richard and I can truly become one, and He will be with me always, always inside me, and the world will be an electric, glistening, marvelous wonderland and we will know all the delicious sensations of the flesh together!" From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 7 "Something terrible has been happening this whole time, I can feel it. R is very upset now. I've got to find out what I can do to help, but he just keeps saying 'MY ROOM,' 'DANGR,' 'HELP,' and 'NNNA.' I've gotten a little bit more out of him, but he's very, very agitated, so he's not too helpful or clear. When he's being constructive, though, he says 'LOVE' once in a while, or 'ONLY LOVE.' I remember, 'ONLY LOVE CAN BREAK HATE.' Is this his strategy for facing down the Demon? "I've had a little more luck on his room, too. Up until today, the most he's said has been 'UPUPUP,' but when I changed the question and asked him 'How should I find your room?', he hemmed and hawed, pushing the scrabble letters around until they eventually said 'BLUE CURVES.' I don't know what he might have meant by that. I'll look around the building for curved blue walls or patterns in the carpet and stuff like that, but I don't know what I'll do if I find the place." From an interview with Scott S., recorded October 21 "I thought it would be a cool thing to see when I heard that the crazy girl wandered around the halls naked. Dave saw her first, and made us promise to keep quiet about it, or else the whole floor would have been as crowded as a football game, y'know, 'cause she used to be pretty hot at the beginning of the year. A bunch of us were in my room, and we had beer there… yeah, so what? We kept quiet and we weren't bothering anybody. But when we saw her, at first it was like 'quiet, man, shut up, here she comes' and we were all quiet, right, but then when we got a good look at her, it was just sad. "Yeah, she was naked, but she was so damn skinny, like she hadn't eaten in weeks, and she was dirty, too. And goddamn, the bruises, they were pretty bad. Bob says he saw blood in the corners of her mouth, and all over her hands, but I didn't see that. I saw the bags under her eyes and the dazed expression on her face; it was like 'the lights are on, but nobody's home,' y'know? But that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was the smell. She walked right past the door, which we left open, and I guess she was sleepwalking or something, 'cause she didn't pay any attention to the five guys who were standing there staring at her, but she carried this WAFT like a sweaty old horse. She smelled like death, man. NOT a turn on. I was really glad we had that beer. We just sat there and got drunk and didn't say anything after we closed the door. Not even when she started banging her head against the wall and moaning." From the diary of Anna B., October 9 "Dear Richard, i now realize that i've been waiting for you all my life, i only wrote down all my thoughts and feelings so that You could know me and have me completely, body and soul. i called this stupid, childish book a "diary" because i didn't know that it was really a letter to You all along! i am a stupid, selfish girl. Richard, i Love you and Love you and i will try harder to be a worthy vessel for your being, i only pray that you will be with me always, because i am for You, and only for You, and i always have been and always will be. Only for You. Because you now have me and own me there is no point to me writing in this dum book. Anymore. Goodbye, book." From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "Elizabeth came to my cubicle during office hours on Tuesday, shaking and crying. After I got her calmed down, She told me all about 'Richard,' the newspaper story, and Anna's behavior. She said she finally came to me because she had just been to her room, which she'd been avoiding, and she found Anna lying on the floor with no clothes on, and she'd cut herself. She said Anna was 'finger-painting' with the blood and gazing off into space. She ran straight to the college chapel, but they told her she needed to call security and escort her into a hospital. They offered to help, but when she tried to insist that Anna needed some kind of exorcism, they refused. She came to me next because she thought that I'd seen something strange going on, and she didn't know who else she could trust to believe her. "I told Elizabeth that she could trust me, that I understood what she meant, and that we would help Anna together. I did NOT tell her about the diary, because that would have been a breach of ethics. Elizabeth insisted that we couldn't just leave Anna in that room, and I agreed. I don't know WHAT we would do when we got there, but Elizabeth clung onto me like a little child and we were on our way to her when we met… Alonzo… in the lobby. He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He had these full, sensuous lips and eyelashes as long as a summer afternoon, casting a veil over a pair of eyes that looked like they were on fire! He looked right at me and I saw his expression melt away into astonishment. He almost ran right over to me and asked 'Is this her?'" Cold Hands From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 "Blue Curves. That's what I thought the instant I saw her. The bright blue of the frames of her glasses just jumps out at you, and she's … covered with curves. The line of her body is a long, graceful arc, with hemispheres and semicircles scattered across it in all the right places, including her face! I've never seen such perfectly round cheekbones, you could use her profile to trace circles onto graph paper. She's beautiful, she's just a beautiful woman. But, I digress. She had this crying girl with her, and I thought that's who was in trouble, but I still didn't know what I was supposed to do. I only knew I could follow these blue curves straight to R's room. From an interview with Elizabeth R., recorded October 20 "I was taking Bev back to our room, and there was this guy there in the lobby. I recognized him as one of the RAs from another floor, though I didn't remember his name right away. His jaw dropped open and he stared at Bev for a minute before he collected himself and came over. He walked right up and said 'Is this her?' She said no, and asked what he was talking about. Then he said 'The girl is in the room, isn't she? Can you take me to the room?' He was really creeping me out, and Bev asked what he knew about Anna. Then he brought his hand up to his face and said 'Of course, ANNNNA.' He stared off into space for a second before he said that Anna was in trouble and a friend had sent him to help. "We were both startled. Who else knew about this? Bev was a lot more calm and collected than I was, so she asked who sent him. He said he couldn't say. Bev asked him how he knew to come up to us, and he actually blushed a little bit and said 'Only Love Can Break Hate,' then he looked down and added 'Sorry, Uncle Roy.' Then SHE smiled and asked who Uncle Roy was, and he said 'Just someone who once told me not to make an ass of myself around pretty girls. I guess I didn't listen.' It was her turn to blush, and she did this little half-turn of her head, touched her hair, and looked back at him! I was furious she was FLIRTING with this guy! Anna was upstairs bleeding! "So I demanded that he tell me about Richard. He looked surprised and said that Richard wasn't the real problem. He said that Anna was being tormented by a Demon, not a ghost. THEN he said that RICHARD was the one who'd sent him to help! I said I didn't believe him and I grabbed Bev's arm and started to pull her away, then he grabbed her, too, and he said 'How else would I know about the window?' That stopped me. He was for real." From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "When he touched me, his hands were freezing. I said so, and he let go of me, embarrassed, he apologized and said that's one of the things that tend to happen when you talk to ghosts. I said I believed him, and said it was okay, and it just kind of popped out when I said 'Cold Hands, Warm Heart.' I mean, you know the saying, right? It honestly didn't occur to me that I was being too forward. Given what happened after that, I guess it seems tame." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 (continued) "I understood Richard's plan. It all fell into place as I was talking to Bev. He didn't send me to the room alone, because he knew the Demon would kill me. He sent me there with someone I could love (you should see this woman, Mom!), and that's why he'd said 'ONLY LOVE CAN BREAK HATE.' I had to go into the room with her and, well, Love, and that's how we could fight the Incubus. I was more nervous than frightened. Richard survived his fight with the thing, after all (it hadn't occurred to me that he survived because you can't kill the dead)… but to be honest, I was preoccupied with Bev's curves. I'd have followed her into the mouth of Hell. Really, that's pretty much what I ended up doing." From an interview with Elizabeth R., recorded October 20 "Bev kept on touching her face and looking at Alonzo sideways in the elevator up to my room. She was trying to make pleasant conversation about what it's like to talk to ghosts, and she actually giggled twice when he told his stories about his Grandmother and some of his cousins or something. I was definitely starting to feel like a third wheel. I kept trying to remind them about Anna, and I wanted to tell them they could get a room later, but I didn't. When we got to my floor, I wanted Todd to be there, so I went to the hall phone and called him. They went into the room without me. I forgot, Bev had my key. She took it from me when I was starting to cry in her cubicle. I didn't go in. Maybe I didn't want to disturb them, okay, but okay, mostly I was just scared. Does that make me a bad friend? Or a bad person? I just haven't been able to set foot in there since I saw Anna all naked, and, well, you know… that day I left her there. When I came back this time, right before I went and got Bev, I think I was trying to prove to myself that I could go in. But even when I saw her on the floor, bloody and squirming like that, I couldn't move an inch. The only thing I could do was … nothing, until I had to run away. So, when Bev went in there with Alonzo, it took everything I had just to wait in the hall by the door. Was that so wrong? I was the one who called the ambulance, you know." From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "I was really taken with Alonzo, I admit it. So, when I opened the door with Elizabeth's key, I wasn't prepared for what was in there. What I actually saw wasn't so bad as what I smelled! It was like an open sewer. And poor Anna, I hardly recognized her, I just saw a wounded and battered girl. She couldn't have even weighed a hundred pounds. I wanted to pick her up like a baby and to pet her little head. She was bleeding, like Elizabeth said, but even worse, she was making these sounds, these groans, it was almost like the wind. I just stood there and let the whole horrible sense of it seep into me. After only a few seconds of that, I wanted to turn around and run. Instead, I turned to Alonzo. I needed something or someone I could hold on to." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 (continued) "The first thing I saw was the cuts. She had several on her wrists and forearms, and I saw a few pretty bad ones that looked infected on her belly. There was… stuff… in there. Some of the cuts contained thick, crusty colors that don't belong on human bodies. The wounds that really bothered me were the ones on her breasts, even though they weren't as bad. I felt horrible even to look at her, naked like that, I had to turn away. In additions to all the blood she'd smeared all over herself, she'd gotten several messy handprints of it on the window, and she'd smashed the mirror. I think she used one of the bigger shards to cut herself open. That's when I noticed the bad smell. It must have really been awful, so this was one of those rare occasions when I've been glad I don't have a good nose. It wasn't just the air, either, it was the whole atmosphere, the room itself felt…well, wrong. Twisted. Unholy. I shut my eyes and shook my head, trying not to let it throw me. "When I picked my head back up, I was looking into Bev's face and everything was better, or at least not as bad. She smiled at me weakly and said 'there's something we need to do, isn't there?' I said yes, and I brought her in close to me, hugging her and closing my eyes, because I really needed to hug somebody right then. She was great. After I relaxed a little, I whispered 'Love, Beverly. Only love can break hate.' I held her a while more, melting into her, and I tried to forget everything, but, she pulled my head into hers and gave me a nice, big, warm kiss. I could feel her lips and her tongue and the warmth of her body, and her curves, oh, man, that was the best part- you'd think that a woman with some substance on her would be a little bit fat, but she was soft and firm all at the same time, exactly the kind of body I love on a woman. She had a classic figure, like those pinups that were popular in the fifties. I could almost let the rest of the room go when I was in her arms. "Before I knew what was happening, we weren't just kissing, we were necking, and I was tearing open her shirt. She had one leg wrapped all the way around me and she was humping against my thigh… my hands were roaming all over her, across her ass, over her back and ribs. My right hand was undressing her while my left was on her face, tracing her eyebrows and the line of her cheekbones and her lips as I looked into her eyes. She was panting, and I realized I was, too." From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "The first time we kissed, it was like we were reaching out to each other. It's funny, but I feel like that's the first time we really talked, you know? We were worried about Anna, and we were scared of what was going on in that room. When you looked out the corners of your eyes, it seemed like… something… was moving. Maybe there was something out there, maybe the air itself was wiggling, I don't know, but I'm sure it wasn't just me. Alonzo said he saw it, too. But I tried to shake it off and just do nothing but kiss him. It was so easy, I just had to have those pouty lips of his in my mouth, and I think that… the room… made me kiss him more urgently, and he definitely responded. He was shivering in my arms, I don't know which one of us was more scared. "But the thing is, the fear must have turned our senses all the way up, all the adrenaline running around in our systems translated itself into sexual energy. When he started taking my clothes off, I don't know why I didn't protest. Yes, I liked him and I was reaaaaaaaly into him, but I'd only just met the guy, and besides, it was freezing in there… it was so completely not like me, but I felt like it was what I had to do, and it was what I WANTED to do, too! I needed the heat of his skin, so I even helped get my clothes off… even my panties, god, what was I thinking, but before I knew it I was naked and I was stretching myself against him the way my cat Sneakyfoot stretches out on the rag rug in my kitchen! I think he liked it! Oh, hell, I know he did, he was stiff as a board. I could feel him through his pants. I had to get those pants off of him, and they practically came open by themselves. I loved the sight of his dick, not overly long, but nice and thick, that's more important, you know. It was in my mouth before I'd even realized I was going to do that to him, and I was sucking and licking and taking it all the way back into my throat… God, that was not like me at all! "Then I started to worry. It really, really wasn't like me! It wasn't just me! There was something else there, in my head, that was trying to move my body, and it was working! I was more scared than EVER at that point, because I didn't think I could fight it, and it felt soooo good… I just kept going down on his dick… which was very yummy and horny, just throbbing away in my mouth like that… but I tried very hard not to get swept away with it. I knew what I was supposed to be feeling, and I tried to sort out what was me and what was the, uhm… Incubus. There. I said it. Up to that point, I guess I'd assumed that Anna had some kind of mental illness. I didn't even believe it was a demon when I first went into the room and saw the poor girl, but now I do. God help me, I know it's true. Whatever it was, demon or ghost or something worse, it was evil, it had all but killed Anna, and it was coming after me." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 (continued) "It took me too long for me to realize what was going on. I was careless, foolish even to go into the room in the first place. I knew it was an evil monster, but I hadn't expected it to be clever. I made it easy for the Demon- I allowed myself to be distracted by the most fantastic oral sex of my life. My hands were in Bev's hair, I was pushing into her mouth as she was deep-throating me again and again and again, it was like I was trying to fuck her face and she was trying to swallow me whole. I felt white light shooting up my spine, blooming like a firework in my brain. She felt so incredible, I know what a decent blowjob feels like, but this was so far beyond that, I scarcely knew what it was. Some tiny little part of my mind was jumping up and down, waving its arms in the air and shouting in a faint, squeaky voice, but I hadn't been paying it any attention. "The Demon was using us. At first, I must have written it off as fear, or the nervousness of exploring a new lover, or something like that. But, from my limited experience with the real 'Richard,' I could recognize the presence of a spirit. This was R times ten thousand, and it smelled like spoiled meat. The beast was trying to ride us. It was suddenly so obvious, the Incubus feeds on sex, and innocence, and purity. It wanted our sex. It wanted to eat what we were feeling for each other, as human and pure and genuine as it was! My brain wanted to throw up at that thought, but my body responded with the most powerful arousal I'd ever imagined. My cock was hard like it's never been hard before, and my hips were pumping into her mouth with my every heartbeat- no amount of my willpower could stop either one! What the hell had I gotten us into?" From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "Anna hadn't noticed us, or if she did, she didn't care. I don't even know how much of Anna was really there, or if there was any of her left at all. Her body was still laying there on the floor, moving around a little and that's it. You'd think that if one of her teachers walked into her bedroom and started giving a strange man a blowjob right in front of her, she'd at least be a little curious. But, no, nothing, that's how far gone she was. "He gasped, like he'd been running out of air, and I felt his fingers curl themselves tight into fistfuls of my hair as he came. It hurt, the way he pulled my hair and jammed his cock against my throat like that, but I didn't mind. It was as if the pain didn't hurt, it almost felt good. It still felt like pain, but the part about pain being bad had been left out. I expected his dick to go down after that, I usually have to wait for a guy to get it back up and I'll inspire him by masturbating myself in front of him, or sometimes I'll use his hand, but Alonzo stayed hard as a rock, and he pulled my head back, looked into my eyes, and said 'It's in me. I can't stop.' He picked me up and his clothes just kind of fell off. That was weird, too, you usually have to do at least SOME halfway awkward wiggling around to reach that one last hook or button, to shake your arm out of a sleeve, or to shift your weight so you can scoot your pants off, but this time, both our clothes had just fallen away, like that Erica Jong thing in the seventies, what was it, the 'Zipless Fuck?' We were both very naked, and I was just washing away in sensation, I was on FIRE wanting him in my pussy. "He went in all the way on one stroke. It was easy, I was as wet as a monsoon season. He growled at me and said my name, but I couldn't speak. He was pumping into me, again and again and again, really hard, hard enough to leave bruises. The only thing I could do was just make sex noises, and I didn't even have control of that. I was caught in a wave, tumbling around in the undertow of sensation, helpless to do anything on my own. I knew where Anna was. She was stuck in there, watching it all from the inside, paralyzed, like me. Like us." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 (continued) "It kept getting bigger and bigger, keeping the pressure on us, so we kept going further and further and I couldn't stop. I'd lost control of my hands… not that my mind was complaining too much about it, since my hands were full of luscious scoops of Beverly, and my body was thrashing around like I'd grabbed a live wire. I guess I had. Paranormal Viagara. I'd already come and my dick wouldn't go down, I was fucking and fucking and fucking and it was the best thing I've ever felt in my life. But still, it wasn't right, this wasn't me. For one thing, I try to be sensitive and considerate with a woman, I want to learn how to please her and I pay attention to what she wants. Not this time, I just crammed my cock into her and she took it. For another thing, I'd never had sex with a woman without a condom on, and I hadn't even thought about it this time. I ALWAYS think about that, because I don't want to get anybody pregnant and I don't want to get any diseases or anything, and that's always the first thing on my mind. I care about my lovers, and I care about myself. This THING didn't. It was using me to fuck this girl, it was forcing me to violate this brave, noble woman who was putting her body and soul on the line along with me to rescue that poor girl there on the floor. "It knew what I was thinking. It was taunting me, overloading my senses with crashing waves of raw pleasure, and it was gleefully drinking in all my indignation and my inner rage as it kept fucking away at her with MY dick. I'd come again, up in her pussy, and I was still fucking, still hard as marble, like my boner was possessed. It was. Then, while the Demon was savoring my despair, my dick came out of her in a warm torrent of slippery, sticky spoo. My head reeled and lolled to one side as it went back again, my hands were on her ankles, bending her legs up over my shoulders as she lay spread open under me, and my body bent her back even further as the head of my bone weaved around outside her asshole, taking aim and drawing back. Inside I was screaming at my body to stop, but I wasn't driving." From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "I had him up my, erm, anus. I don't do that. I mean, I'm sorry, I'm not used to talking about this kind of thing, but… I had a boyfriend who wanted to try it, and we went ahead and got me nice and drunk first, and we had a lot of lubricant, and he started with his fingers and he was very patient and everything, but it was just awful. It hurt, it wasn't fun, and I couldn't stand it! But there in that room with Alonzo, he'd been fucking me and fucking me like a stallion. He'd come in me… no condom, now that I'm thinking of it, goddamn it, he'd come in me at least twice and it hadn't gone down. He just kept going, and he pulled out and pointed it at my ass and I wanted to say no, but my jaw was practically wired shut. I felt the knob of his cockhead pressing, and I started to open up a little, I did NOT want him in there, and I looked into his eyes, trying to plead with him to stop, but he was turned away, trying not to look, and I knew he was no more in control than I was. "My bottom hole couldn't hold up under the assault. He pushed in, I popped open and he was in all the way. It hurt like a… motherfucker. I was worried that something had torn open, I felt searing, ripping pain, but again, the pain was turned backwards and it felt great, somehow. My hips started moving, pushing back along the length of his dick and I was snorting with every stroke. I was dizzy and I thought I was going to pass out. I almost wished I would, because I couldn't stand to see any more of that, and that's when my head turned to look at Anna. "She was standing up, three feet away, watching us with the same blank expression she'd had when we first walked in. I just froze. I mean, my mind froze, my body kept going like it was on autopilot, pistoning my butt back and forth on his nice thick dick and I felt my body actually WANTING her. Thankfully, I was able to at least close my eyes as she moved closer, reaching out to me." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 (continued) "Bev's ass felt like a tight rubber band, squeezing a single, tight, unforgiving ring around just one inch of my dick. Past that point, inside her, she was wide open and warm, and as my penis went in, then out, then in again, squeezing itself through that hard ring of muscle, it sent jets of ecstasy shooting across every pore in my skin and down along each and every hair. I never thought that this kind of sex would feel so intense, visiting her fundament was like going up into a bottle of joy. Cold Hands "But then when Anna (or her body, anyway) got up and came closer to us, I regained some of my senses. She was awful, she was all beaten up and bleeding, there was this milky film over her wide-open eyes, and I wouldn't swear to it, but I don't think her legs had moved. It looked for all the world like she was standing on tiptoe and just the tips of her big toes were skating or gliding over the floor towards us. I don't know, maybe I'm making that part up. But there she was, reaching for Bev, who looked like she was just going to cry. "I imagined Bev, in a few days or even hours, looking as beaten and broken as poor Anna, and I felt it well up from the pit of my stomach. I loved Bev, I really do love her, and it was a physical, real, force in me. My mouth opened, and it was ME again, my voice said 'I Love You, Beverly, and I'm sorry, I Love You.' I looked at her and concentrated on the feeling of loving her, and how precious and brave she was, and how beautiful and good, and I knew it would work. I used my own heart, big and hard and throbbing, to… PUSH. It was hard, but once I broke through like that, I used it to squeeze the Incubus out of me like dirty water from a sponge." From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "At first, I heard Alonzo's voice like it was at the end of a long tunnel. I was ready to give up, but he said he loved me, and I remembered why I was there, and I knew I loved him to. At last, we were together and the Demon wasn't between us anymore. He was right there with me, and I said I loved him too, and I felt this deep warmth rise up inside me, not the kind of hot flare from a spark or a match strike, but the full pressure of an oven that's been on all day, or sunshine in the desert. I was back in my body, and I could hold him, and I could cry, and I could kiss him and hold him some more. I did all that at once, and he did it back, and the Demon wasn't in us anymore. "Anna was two feet away, she looked confused, or angry, and Alonzo turned to her and said 'I Love You, too, Anna. I know you're in there somewhere. We both love you and want you back.' I saw what he was trying to do, and I said 'Yes, Anna, I Love you, please, don't be scared, come with us, come back, we Love you. Then Alonzo took it further, he reached out and took her in his arms and kissed her. But it wasn't really a kiss, it was more like he was trying to eat her face. He opened his mouth wide and covered her mouth and nose at the same time, like he was trying to do CPR breathing or something." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 (continued) "Up until that point, I hadn't realized that R had been riding me, too. I should have known, my hands were cold when I first touched Bev, she even said so. He'd been with me the whole time, using my body to smuggle himself back into his room! I guess Demons aren't the only spirits who can be clever. He gave me just the slightest of pushes to make me clamp onto poor Anna's face and I felt him shooting out of me like a goddamn firehose. It was like a sixty-second sneeze. I thought I was going to deflate and leave an empty Alonzo-skin there with them, but I somehow held up until my face let go of hers. "She staggered backwards with her hands on either side of her head and ten different expressions on her face all at once. Then she twisted and snarled and shrieked like she'd been stabbed. 'YOU!' It was screaming and saying 'NO, NO, THE GIRL IS MINE, MINE, MINE!' and stuff like that. Bev and I were just staring at her, holding on to each other, and I was embarrassed to realize that I still had my dick up her ass. Anna twisted herself around and whipped her head into the mirror, breaking loose another set of triangular shards and cutting open her feet on the ones already on the floor." From an interview with Beverly W., recorded October 15 "There was some kind of fight going on INSIDE Anna, a fight for her soul, and the Demon was winning. It was trying to kill her before we could drive it out with Love. Alonzo and I pulled apart… he popped out of my butt with a surprisingly loud noise… and we were on her, I'd pulled along one of the blankets from her bed, and we were somehow wrapping her up in it, trying to cushion her from the glass and the walls and whatever else she might fling herself into. We wrestled her to the floor, and I noticed we'd kept her clear of the window, too, thank God. I shouted out to Elizabeth to call the ambulance, and we were holding her between us, saying we loved her and asking her to fight it, and Alonzo was saying something to Richard, too. I guess he thought he'd put Richard… the one he'd been talking to… into her with that big weird kiss. "After a while, Anna stopped thrashing around so much and went limp in our arms. I heard her crying and saying she loved us, and she said 'Thank You,' and calling to Richard. We opened the blanket and she was covered, I mean slathered head to toe, with a thick coating of clear white-ish slime. Damned if I know what it was." From the Spirit journal of Alonzo M., October 11 (continued) "In the end, the Demon was facing the full measure of four different hearts, strong and brave and full of Love for Anna. I wish I could take credit and say I vanquished the beast, but it simply would not be true. At most, I was Richard's ambassador and I had a good heart, or at least I was just his trojan horse. Richard was the architect of the plan, and he loved Anna, because she lived in his room and he cared about her, and death doesn't matter so much when Love is in charge. Bev is simply the kind of woman who's capable of such great love that she would jump into a frozen river or something to save a stranger's life. But Anna herself is the real hero. She fought the hardest and the longest of us all, preserving her dignity against impossible odds, facing literally supernatural forces, and saving enough of her own personal spark to try and win herself back. If she hadn't done the work from her end and reached back out to us, no amount of pulling in the world could have gotten her out. "As I write this, Anna is in the hospital. Thankfully, most of her bodily injuries turned out to be pretty superficial. The emergency room put her on painkillers, gave her a few stitches here and there, and cleaned and treated her skin with antiseptic salves. They admitted her to a room in the general wards for observation, and Elizabeth and Todd are there with her, now. They both want to stay with her until she's well enough to go home. They say it's important that she can't feel alone, and I agree. "Bev is right here in my room with me, helping me with the details, and I would like to say right now, for the record, that I am in fact deeply and passionately in love with her, and I wasn't just saying it or feeling it because that's what the situation demanded. I love her and I want her with me as long as I draw breath, and beyond. No, and it's not just because sex really is indescribably better without the condom, either. Love you, Bev. "Richard, the real Richard, has fully recovered the use of his name, and is comfortably restored to his haunt in Anna and Elizabeth's room (though he says he'll appear in my window every once in a while to see how I'm doing, too). He says he's looking forward to their return, and that he wants to keep them safe, just as he's done for everyone else who's lived there in the thirty years since his death. Besides, he thinks that Anna is pretty cute, though he's understandably shy about approaching her. Anna still has a lot of recovery and healing to go through, and he knows this better than almost anyone. "I can't say for sure where the Incubus is. I hope Anna and Richard drove it all the way back to Hell. "I'll try to go back and piece together as much information about this whole situation as I can. I talked to Uncle Roy, and after he said 'You did WHAT?!?!' and yelled at me for an hour, he insisted on sending someone to talk to me, interview witnesses, inspect the building, and other stuff like that. Apparently, there are people like us out there who make it their business to keep track of this kind of thing. They must keep a low profile, because I've never heard of them. I guess Uncle Roy's rule is more popular than I thought."