A man sat alone in his house typing up accounts for his online customers. A bottle of cold beer accompanied his lonely existence, along with his microwave dinner also bought online. Never did he feel the need to leave the dark empty looking apartment. His living room had a leather sofa in front a huge plasma television, a simple empty layout for a simple empty life. On his radio classical music echoed across the room. The only other life in the apartment came from his plant on the coffee table.
The same time every month a crow would sit on the balcony ledge outside, ready for his companion he kept a tub of worms in his fridge. He did not speak to the crow but took inspiration from its majestic flying ability across the city landscape. At the same time a different woman would knock at his door. She would come to pleasure and satisfy his animal needs, each one different to the next. After the appointment was done four fifty pound notes were left on the side. He would simply roll over and fall asleep , leaving her either to leave or spend the night in his comfy silk covered bed, either way he never saw them the next day.
Why only once a month you ask, every time he was intimate with a woman he would suffer terrible nightmares. Lay down in his bed paralyzed he could not move, stood in front of him a creature dressed in an undertaker suit with a vultures skull for a head. Despite it only being a skull it was clear to see the expression of hate. It would not move from that spot, a faceless woman would always walk past it and onto the bed, she would saddle him naked, her body was ice cold her breath frost and her skin was pale white.
The creature would watch as she rode him back and forth. Its expression did not change all it showed was anger and hatred. It would pick up large knife from the floor and slowly lift it in the air. It then grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her off him. The face revealed it would always be the girl from that night, her face compelled with terror. The creature first sliced through her stomach, the knife pierced into her flesh, cock crotches ate away at the now rotting flesh, her body began to age, her skin dried up, and her screams could no longer be heard she was a mute. After it lifted the knife from her gut it would pull her head back and forcibly grab her by the neck. The knife now across her neck sliced into her throat. Her mouth lined with blood her stomach emptied onto the bed. Once her body had been drained the creature would release her.
Her body lay on the bed wounded and empty. The crow from the balcony would nest within her stomach to pick out the worms that wriggled around in her intestines. The creature now moved toward him, it dropped the knife and stared at him the anger still there, except for blood stained tears that flowed from its eye socket.
Overcome with fear he would wake up in a pool of sweat. He always had a split lip and a sore head; he put his down to an aggressive pleasurable night. Why the nightmares he did not know. There was no sign of the horror from the visions in his apartment so they could not have been real, could they?
