A demon with black soulless eyes followed her in its hind legs, she ran as fast as she can muffling her screams, heart pounding as it neared her, hope poured into her as she saw the exit about ten feet away from her, she only has to make it to the exit then she will be free of this haunted mansion. She ran five feet left she was about to take a step forward as something heavy fell on top of her. No, she can't die here she came here as a dare she can't. Someone save me, please she pleaded but her pleas went unheard as the stench of rot filled her nose making her gag. She trashed under the demon with all of the strength left inside her with no avail she felt the demon's sharp fangs bit into her neck as she loses consciousness.
"Lili, are you listening?" Rhea asks me from the kitchen where she was making coffee for us.
"No," I replied honestly there is no point in lying to her. "I was finishing the horror story I was writing. You know a demon with pale skin, soulless eyes with hind legs just ate the girl who went into a haunted mansion to complete a dare. Poor girl" she shuddered as I described it to her. We are childhood friends she hates horror stories for as long as I remember. While I loved them so much that I started creating my own stories and post them on my website.
"How do you know that demons are ugly. What if they are handsome." she asked, handing me my coffee mug as she sat on the chair on the other end of the small round table. Closing my laptop to talk to her, I can finish the story some other time. She is more into the prince charming stuff which is why she is turning a demon into someone handsome.
"What? That is the most ridiculous thing I have heard. Then there is no point in being a demon. If I were a demon, I would want to be a scary one. It would be so fun to scare people." I explained to my stupid best friend.
"What if they are though? Imagine a demon who is so handsome that when you see him you want to move to hell." she asked dreamily sighing into her coffee.
"They just can't be. They are evil being who devour the souls of mortal beings. How can they be handsome?"
"You are weird you know that?"
"But you love me though."
"I do. I was asking if jack is still calling you?"
"No, I blocked his number." for the fifth time. I didn't say that to her so that she won't get worried about me. He is my ex-boyfriend who is harassing me if he tried to call me again, I just have to change my number. He was the one who was being insecure about me. He thought I was having an affair behind his back which was why I wasn't giving him any attention. I was so tiered of his antics. I also have a life I can't just leave everything and focus on his needs. He never understood that I also have needs and dreams, which he ignored.
"Hey, everything okay? You zoned out there for a minute."
"Yeah, everything is alright."
"Oh shit! Its eight already? I have to go." she exclaimed. Collecting her things, she hurried out of the door before hugging me.
I went to my room and started looking for demon summoning rituals to write about them in my next story. There are many types of summoning rituals I wrote them in my diary to look into them later, when I came across a page which has the unique pentagram and an ancient text written below it, they also explained how to pronounce it. I drew the pentagram and tried to copy the text but it was difficult, so tried to pronounce it when the pages in my diary caught fire. "Oh, shit shit shit shit shit holy shit, this can't happen. "
"I know I am a lot to take in. But you should tone it down." a voice said. I looked towards it to see a guy standing there.
"Ah!!! Who are you? How did you enter my bedroom?" I threw my pillows at him then I saw my pen stand which has about 20 pens in it and started throwing them at him. "Stop. stop you summoned me." he said, but I wasn't listening. Fed up with me, he raised his hands as my pens turned to ashes. My mouth dropped open. Then I remembered my burned diary.
"Did you burn my diary? How dare you first you invaded my room and burned my diary and then also burned my pens? I want my diary back." I shouted at him. It has all my hard work in it. I can't, at any cost, lose the diary. "Now."
"Fine."
With a snap of his finger, he recreated it from its ashes like a phoenix. I was staring at him with awe. How did he do that?
"Why don't you bring my pens back too? I was saving them for years." with an exasperated sigh, he again snapped his fingers and brought all my pens back.
"wow! Wow! how did you do that? Are you a magician? An elf, a fairy. How did you do that with a snap of a finger?" I asked him, snapping my fingers to see if I could do that too.
"Stop that. It was not because snapping of my fingers, it's the magic in me." he stopped me, holding my hand down.
"I knew it. You have magic. Are you an angel?" I asked really excited. he does look like an angel.
"No, I am a demon and you summoned me," he said, sounding annoyed.
"What, you are a demon?" I asked in horror. "Then why aren't you ugly? I went closer to inspect him. Where are your black, soulless eyes? And the sharp claws you are supposed to have. You are supposed to have a Skelton for a body not 6 pack abs." no it can't happen; I thought my heart breaking into million tiny pieces. What if what rhea said was true? That they look handsome. I sat down, holding my head in my hands. The betrayal. This is the worst. I didn't feel this bad when I dumped jack.
"Are you sad that I am not ugly?" he asked, sitting beside me on the bed.
"Sad? I am heartbroken." I shouted at him. What would I write in the story now that a handsome as hell demon coming to eat me and I didn't know if I want to fuck him or run away from him? I write horror stories for god's sake. Not porn.