How can I explain how my life changed forever? I was on the threshold between thinking I was having a nightmare or I had gone insane. That's not even the best I can do, but it's close.

I went to bed and I knew I fell asleep. I doze off fairly fast.

"Alura." I hear. A man's voice. Distant.

"Alura." It's closer. More familiar.

He says it again, "Alura" and I feel like I'm being pulled from the abyss of my sleep. I open my eyes. I blurt out, "Daddy!" But I'm met with darkness. It's strange how it has this linger to it. Like it's alive. I can hear scratching underneath my bed.

"Fuck." I think it's mice. My mother did have a problem with mice a few years ago. I'm a brave woman, unless it has eight legs, slimy body, or slithers. Oh, or if it's fucking mice.

I lay on my stomach on the bed. I lean closer to the floor, my long brown hair touching it, and I lift the bed skirting and …

Nothing.

"Alura."

I snap my head up and I see two legs, but with hooves. My eyes open wide as I look up and see the largest penis I have ever laid eyes on. Whatever this is, can't be human. My eyes focus on that for just a second until I hear, "Up here, my dear." I go up. This figure, obviously male, has to be at least 7 foot tall. He is muscular like a more beefed up pro-wrestler. He has sharp fingernails, almost like talons, arms the size of pythons and a gorgeous face that should have a halo attached to the top. Instead, two long, curved horns protrude his forehead. I want to scream, but he says, "Alura, don't scream, because I'm not the one you will fear … yet. Your first trial of fear is underneath your bed."

Suddenly a long tether comes out from underneath my bed, wraps itself around my stomach and pulls me under the bed. I can hear the horned man laughing as I'm swallowed hole and into the another world.

I can't explain what grabbed me or what it brought me into. I'm inside a tube, but it's alive, moving, slimy; mucus helps push me further down. I suddenly drop to the ground. The ground is hard and hot. I stand up and I'm surrounded by monsters. Monsters fucking thousands of women; men as well being fucked and doing the fucking. Some are screaming for help, but most have a look of pure ecstasy on their faces.

Black smoke forms a few feet in front of me and the horned man appears.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I am a man of many names, but you may call me Brimstone."

"Why am I-"

He lifts up his arm and his palm faces me, as if to tell me to stop talking.

"Fuck you, pal! You invaded my mother's home-"

Suddenly his eyes turn red and he uses some sort of power to flip me outside down.

He bellows, "You dare speak to me in that tongue?" He moves closer to me. "You're lower than me! All of you are lower than me!" He looks around him, gesturing to the orgy.

He nears me. He grabs my hair, but not rough. He looks me in the eyes and says in a more pleasant tone, "Besides, if you play nice, I may give you a taste." His tongue grows and slithers into my mouth. He nearly goes down my throat and I choke. He laughs and let's go of my hair, but I'm still upside down.

"Sweet Alura, I've been told so much about you. How caring you are for your mother; how giving. You should be among Heaven's angels instead of one of my personal sex toys."

"What?" I couldn't help it, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was smiling.

"Details will follow eventually, but I need to see you naked."

Black, worm like creatures come out of the ground, grab my clothes and take them off. In seconds I'm completely naked.

"I don't understand why you don't walk naked on Earth, you're very beautiful."

It appears that I've aroused this beast as that long, big dick I mentioned is getting hard.

"You seem to have a question? I'm sure you have plenty, but I'll let you ask one," he says as if he's doing me a favor. The favor would be to let me go and have me forget about this whole mess.

However, seeing his penis getting hard, there is one thing on my mind. "You're going to rape me, aren't you?"

"Rape? Rape is involuntary and an atrocious act that I look down upon. Tonight is easy compared to what trials of fear lay ahead of you. Tonight I only wished to see you nude. Tomorrow, however, will bring something else. Something worse. The question is, how much do you love your mother?"

Just like that, I snapped awake as if coming out of a dream. I'm in my bed, my clothes are on, and nothing is out of place. Anyone would go back to sleep, thinking it was just a dream. But I sit at bed, crying, because I know it's not a dream.

I still taste Brimstone's tongue in my mouth.

Chapter 2 coming soon ...

When I was a little, I would make my father look under the bed for monsters. I think a lot of us as kids did that. It was normal. It made us feel safe. My father would always look. Sometimes he would act like he was getting sucked under the bed and I would have to save him. He was always a prankster. So funny. But now he's gone. I no longer have the hero that would save me from the monster under my bed.

Of course, up until recently, I never believed in monsters, ghosts, demons. But I was about to be taught a valuable lesson. One I have to deal with for the rest of my life and I'm afraid my afterlife as well. I've been taught that all those entities; the ghosts, the monsters, the demons—they all exist. They're some good, they're some bad, and then they're the evil. The evil ones are not human evil. Human evil and demonic evil are two different aspects. Worlds apart from each other. Literally worlds apart, I should say.

The night I figured out all those exists was I was back home for a week. My mother had fallen ill all of the sudden and she called for me and my brother to come home and see her. Just in case. 

Just in case. 

We both knew what that meant. She thought she was dying. We thought she was lying. My mother, always the hypochondriac. 'Paranoia is her middle name,' my father would always half-joke, but the roll of his eyes showed resentment and probably wished my mother would change that about herself. My brother passed on it, telling her she wasn't dying, and that he was taking his wife and kids on vacation and to call him once she stopped being a schizo. So that left me. 

It was that night I would realize that my mother's paranoia was justified. 

When I got there she seemed okay. A bit pale, black around her eyes, but she was standing. We talked about her sudden illness and she told me not to worry about it. 

"You know me. I just get paranoid. I'm sorry for bringing you out here without no real reason, but it's good to see you. You hardly come here now since your father's been gone."

Well, that stung a little. 

"It's not because of dad being gone. I've just been busy, mom. You know about the promotion …"

"Of course! I'm so happy for you." She breaths heavily for a second like she's having trouble breathing. I almost jump to see if she's okay, but then she says, "Let's go out for dinner. We can go to Johnny's. You haven't been there since you were a little girl." 

We went out to dinner, went shopping, and came home. Again, everything seemed fine. She looked like she had a cold. That's it. Shortly after coming home, she went to bed. I didn't stay up for much longer myself, as I was tired after the three hour ride to get there, plus the hour ride to Johnny's, and shopping (really just looking at stuff) for three hours. 

I was only suppose to stay for three days. 

It's been six months. 

Here's my story ... 

----> Chapter 2 (coming soon!)