Five Days To Halloween
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AH!
I wake up with a start, feeling someone’s large hand sliding up my thigh, sending sparks of electricity through my body. My cock is immediately hard, throbbing in my shorts for that delicious touch once again, but I am a little afraid.
Who is touching me?
Is it Justin?
Opening my eyes, I look around my bedroom, trying to spot something in the darkness but seeing absolutely nothing. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, trying to even out my breathing but failing ultimately. What is going on? Nothing is making sense here.
“Fuck.” I curse under my breath as I sit up in bed, the blankets pooling around my waist, my skin damp so I feel the coolness of the entire room, “this is seriously driving me crazy.”
“Agreed.”
I freeze.
Did I just… hear that?
“Whose there?” I call out, glancing around to find out who is talking to me, but I see no one, “show yourself!”
“I am afraid I don’t have the power yet to form a complete human body yet. I wish I did though. I have been watching you for so long… it’s almost torture.”
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, in the corner of the room, I see the silhouette of a large man standing there but instead of seeing a person, it is more like a black mass.
He’s there… but he’s also not.
“Who are you?” I demand, trying to cover myself in an attempt to protect myself from him, “are you the one who has been touching me? Do you not realize how creepy that is?”
A soft chuckle echoes through my room, sending a shiver down my spine… not of fear though. It is almost… comforting.
“I suppose it is. I’m sorry, little one, it has been so long that I have even wanted to maintain a human form. I thought that I would continue to immerse myself in the darkness, in my own hate, but the moment you came here, it was like a light in this darkness. You’re my savior, I believe; the one who will save me from this chaos.”
I lick my bottom lip, feeling like he is just staring at me even though I most definitely am trying to ignore it, “I’m nobody’s savior. I am more than likely dreaming, and this is only a figment of my imagination.”
“Are you sure?”
No, I’m not sure, I thought to myself, but never would I say that aloud, “Yes. Who would honestly think that they are hearing someone talking to them from the ‘other side’? I must be going crazy from stress.”
“You’re not crazy. I am here. I have been waiting a really long time, Alex. You’re the only one that I need.”
I chuckle softly, “now I know that is a lie. Nobody has needed me for as long as I can remember. I’m just the weird kid who doesn’t have friends or anything.”
“You’re the reincarnation of my lover.”
I freeze.
“What?” I demand, jumping out of bed, my boner long gone, “so the only reason you even want me is because I remind you of someone that is DEAD?”
I swear I could hear him flinch in the shadows.
“I’m sorry, that is not what I meant. Obviously, no one can replace him, but you look exactly like him. He was torn away from me so long ago, I thought that he would never be able to come back here. Please trust me.”
Maybe the dreams that I am having are of them two?
“What was his name?” I ask curiously, hating that I was literally talking to this voice in my head.
He is quiet for a long moment.
“Alexander Steel.”
So, sort of like my name. How ironic.
“I just want to wake up.” I mumble, rubbing my hands along my arms, wishing I would already, “I already know this is a dream. This is not real.”
“It is as real as it can be. The more you interact with me, the better my body becomes. I’d really love to touch you, Alex.”
My dick twitches at his words much to my own embarrassment. What? Am I that desperate for cock right now? It wouldn’t be so hard to find someone to relieve this tension… but I don’t want anyone else, that’s the problem.
“Okay, let’s say that you are real.” I murmur, wondering when I am going to get put into a strait jacket, “how come only recently have I been able to see you?”
“Halloween is the easiest time for the dead to come to the land of the living. It used to be called All Hollow’s Eve when the dead walk the land of the living. That is why I can interact with you more.”
“So, when Halloween ends, I won’t be able to talk to you again?” I conclude, feeling a weight on my shoulders.
“Yes.”
It is like the whole world is coming crashing down and I’m not so sure how to deal with it. I should be grateful that I’ll only look insane around the time of Halloween but for whatever reason, I hated the idea of not being able to talk to him at other times as well.
“Okay, I’ll go along with this.” I tell him, really hoping that I am not going to regret this, “I’ll see over time if this is just a dream or not. What should I call you?”
He is silent now, and I wonder if he is gone now. It would be a little ironic if he disappears after I ask him for an answer.
But in a grave voice, he answers me.
“Salem… my name is Salem.”
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