Chapter 1: Introduction
I sighed, my hands gripping the wheel tighter. I didn't
necessarily hate driving at night, but I had my moments
of strong dislike for it.
Like when I'm driving down an eerily dark road back from
the airport. This was a main road, for goodness sake,
where were all the friggin' streetlights?
There were no streetlights, no moon, no discernible
stars...
That was when it happened.
It was so dark out I never saw her until it was too
late. I was lucky I hadn't killed her!
When I jumped out of my car I noticed the moon come out
from behind some thick clouds.
A full moon.
Not that I'm superstitious or anything mind you.
I went around to the front of the car. Even with the
headlights behind me now the moon shone brightly and the
figure lying in the road. Was that my Ex Girlfriend Rue? Dressed like... a... Witch?
I gently lifted her up and equally as gently laid her in the back seat of my car.
I rushed her to the nearest hospital. As I drove she seemed to have regained consciousness and began to speak.
"You will pay for what you have done. I place this curse
upon you, you will never make love again." She spoke more words in what sounded like a
European tongue [Swedish?].
At the hospital, they said nothing was actually broken as I waited for the police to come and question me.
They checked out my story and confirmed the incident wasn't my fault.
The streetlights WERE out all along the road where I had hit her. They weren't broken. And the electric company confirmed there was nothing wrong with the streetlights for them to be out.
While I was being questioned Rue apparently walked out of the Hospital without discharging.
That night, I didn't sleep well. I dreamed about some demonic looking woman brutally fucking me and calling me Lord Loss. I woke up, drenched in sweat, feeling bewildered.
***
When I woke the next day I didn't FEEL different.
When I looked in the bathroom mirror I didn't look and different.
I showered, dressed and left for work.
The day passed by as it ordinarily did. Nothing out of the ordinary. That night I decided to go to bed early. I stripped naked, threw on my sleep shirt and shorts and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
After, passing through the darkened kitchen, I decided to look out the window. It was something I always saw my father doing growing up, never knew WHY he did it, though.
I saw it looked like the house two doors down, in view of my window, had someone moving in. I thought that was probably a good thing because the house had been unoccupied for the two years I had lived here.
I squinted and saw it looked like the people moving in were two young black women, a young black male, and a couple toddlers. I couldn't help but notice the women had on very tight leggings and tube tops which showed off prominent breasts and ass. I wondered if they were sisters as they bore a striking resemblance to each other. I watched as they moved boxes into the house, their bodies moving in tandem and in perfect rhythm with each other. I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my loins as I watched.
I shook my head and quickly retreated to my bedroom before my thoughts got too carried away. I slipped into my bed, feeling the comforting coolness of the sheets against my skin. But just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I could feel my shorts were tented. I was really turned on by those young women who might be my new neighbors. This felt wrong because I figured the young man was the husband to one of the sisters and the other sister may not be single.
I didn't want to be labeled as the creepy old guy who peeped at his neighbors.
As I tossed and turned, my thoughts drifted back to Rue. I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The whole accident may have been a weird dream, but the curse she put on me felt very real. I was already feeling an intense sexual frustration that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
I finally managed to doze off, my dreams plagued by images of Rue's demonic form and those new neighbors.