Eternity of Horror

14. Lilith

Chapter 14

Lilith

" I swear, he's such a prick. He only calls me at like 2 a.m., drunk, horny, and just wanting to bust a nut in whoever answers. It'd be nice if he like, took me out somewhere once in a while. I would even settle for ordering a pizza and hanging out before or after we fuck. But nope. I am just his trusty cum receptacle," Scarlett complains in my ear over the phone. "That's ok because he always cums in me, runs to the bathroom to wash his dick off because, well, I'm a messy girl, and then puts his clothes on to leave. So, last night, while he was in the bathroom, I queefed his cum out into his sock," she continues with a chuckle. "Oh, when he put it on… the look on his face." She laughs again. "Just the most confused and disgusted look. I asked if he was ok as innocently as possible, and he just nodded. Then, poof. Left almost as quick as he came. Literally. "

I trace a fingerprint bruise Osiris left on me the other night with a smile on my face, replaying the filthy things we did and how passionate it was. I wonder what he's doing right n- "Lilith? Are you listening to me?" Scarlett interrupts my daydream.

"Huh? Oh! Yes. I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Um… anyway. I've been telling you since you met him that he was a dick, so I'm glad you're finally getting it. Why do you even let him come over anymore?" I try so hard to care about her stupid hookups and how they treat her like a blow-up doll, but I just really fucking don't.

"A girl’s got needs too. Besides, he's got a tongue that could paint the Sixteenth Chapel."

"Sistine," I correct her.

"What?"

"It's the Sistine Chapel. Not the... nevermind. Either way, gross." I roll my eyes at her stupidity and just her in general.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't like to have that sheltered little coochie licked, Lilly Bean," she teases.

"Do not fucking call me that," I say with the utmost sincerity. My dry, flat tone lets her know that I'm not kidding.

"Jesus, lighten up. Anyway, did I tell you we met some psychotic guy in a clown costume the other night?" Good idea, Scarlett. Change the subject.

"Yup. We already talked about this." I say with a sigh. My annoyance becomes more and more evident the longer she keeps me on the phone.

"Wow, rude. Okay anyway, that stupid haunted house thing is happening tonight, which brings me to the real reason why I was calling. Would you…"

"Absolutely fucking not," I cut her off. I know I had planned on going when she first told me, just to watch them squirm, but the more I think about it the more I can't stand the idea of spending the entire night in such close proximity to them. At least at a bar I could venture off alone or talk to someone else if I really wanted to, and I don’t even want to do that anymore. Plus, I’m not afraid of haunted houses. I just don't find them appealing really. They aren't scary to me. Everything is fake, and it's all an act. What’s scary about that? Maybe when there's a haunt that can show me REAL fear, then I might go.

"Lilith, please. We really want to go, and we need a ride. I think it's free to get in, so you won't have to cover anyone!" She says like her telling me I don't have to pay for everyone is some kind of incentive. "We really want you to come too!" she adds, clearly an afterthought by how she stutters the words.

"I can't. I have plans," I lie. Though, I haven't heard from Osiris all day now that I'm thinking about it. I should actually text him and see if he's around to do something gross tonight.

"You've been having a lot of plans lately.... when are you going to tell me about him?" Scarlett questions with a seductive tone.

"I don't kiss and tell like you!" I snap back and she gasps. Please, phone battery just die so I can be done with this conversation. "BUT if you must know. He is amazing. We are so alike, and yet, so different. He’s gorgeous. He does and says everything just right, and I..."

"Fuck, Lilith, it sounds like you love this guy," Scarlett says.

"I didn't say that! But... I… I also didn't NOT say that. I don't know. It's still new."

"Bring him! Yeah, call him up and bring him with us tonight!"

"I'd rather eat glass. You’ll never meet him," I respond before realizing how rude I sound. Then, also realizing how much I don't give a shit.

"Lilith! Rude! Look, if you come tonight I promise we won't bug you for anything for... a week." I let silence be my response, implying that a week is not nearly long enough. "Two weeks?" she questions this time. Still, I remain silent. "Jesus fuck, ok fine! A month. We won't ask you to drive OR pay for us for a whole month!"

"You're too kind. Seriously. How did I get so lucky to have friends like you?" I finally speak up in a very condescending tone.

"So, you'll come?!" she squeaks. Either she's oblivious to how much I don't give a shit, or she gives even less of a shit.

"Yes. JUST me. You're not meeting Osiris." I slam my hand over my phone. Fuck. Why did I say his goddamn name?

"Oh, I like that. Osiris. Sounds spooky and hot," she teases back at me.

"What time am I picking you up?" Not a chance I’m fueling that fire.

"You can grab us at my place around 8 p.m.. This is gonna be so much fun!" She lets out a bit of personality in her otherwise dry demeanor.

After hanging up, I sit the phone down next to me on the bed and stare at it. No new messages. He must be busy. If he was free, he would let me know, right? I don't want to come off clingy so... I won't reach out to him. I just hope he isn't still upset with me for touching whatever that box was in his basement. I've never seen him flip out like that, and I would be lying if I said it didn't scare the shit out of me. Maybe a few nights away will be good and rekindle that fire. I'll leave him be.

I sigh, remembering I now have to go to some stupid haunted house with my asshole friends and a crazy clown. I hope he kills them. My eyebrows raise at my own intrusive thoughts. That's bad, right? I shouldn't wish death upon my friends. Then again, they aren't really my friends. Just a bunch of leeches I picked up on my walk through the swamp of life. I chuckle. Real deep, Lilith .

Letting out another sigh, I stand up. "Well. Let's get ready to go out, I guess," I say to myself before I start searching for something to wear.

My car is now filled with voices as I start the drive to this mysterious haunted house. Scarlett sits up front with me while Alex, Jamie, and Rob line my backseat. By the burning fumes emanating from all of their mouths, it's very apparent that they’d been pregaming for a while before I picked them up. A bunch of drunken fucking idiots at a haunted house, what could go wrong?

"Ok, where am I going?" I try to cut through the laughter and conversation that, as usual, doesn't include me. Nobody responds. "Anyone wanna tell me where to go?" Still, they continue as if I’m not there, and fuck do I wish that were true. I could be getting dicked down by my... well... I guess I shouldn't say MY man... but... it's just me up here in my head so... dicked down and creampied by MY man right now instead of this bullshit. I try again, louder this time, "HEY! Will someone please tell me where the fuck I'm going?" There's absolute silence for a solid three seconds, and it's the greatest moment we've ever had together.

"Jesus, chill out," Alex says. "We don't know where it is."

I slam on the brakes, and the car screeches to a halt. The car collectively groans and complains about the abrupt stop, but I don’t give a fuck. "I'm sorry, did you just say you 'don't know where it is'?" I ask as I slowly turn my head and look at Alex like I'm going to rip their fucking head off. Because I just might.

"Someone's got her period," they grumble under their breath. "Look, the psycho clown's flier says to come way out here, and then we just need to follow the red X's that are on the trees. That's how we get there," they say as they slam the flier into my hand from the backseat.

I growl as I unfold the flier and look it over. Yup, just as I suspected, this is bullshit. As I scan the handwritten and hand-drawn designs scribbled on this piece of paper, I can't help but feel like I recognize it. Something about it feels familiar, and I just can't figure out what it is. I toss the flier up on the dash, put the car in drive, and keep moving. Deeper and deeper we go into the backwoods of town, putting an almost uncomfortable distance between us and any sort of civilization, any kind of help should something go wrong.

Something catches my eye on the side of the road as we come around a bend. My high beams hit a tree and, just like the paper said, dead center is a big red X. The tree is old and dying, like everything else in these woods. This is actually a perfect spot for something like this. I slow down as we get close to it and roll my window down. "Well, I found your X," I say to the group as we come to a stop in front of the tree.

"Thick, always hard, and not a brain in sight? Yup. Sounds like my X, alright," Scarlett says with a smirk. I roll my eyes at her before turning back and seeing a small road on the other side of the tree. I turn down the path slowly, the darkness swallowing up the beams of my headlights and camouflaging where it leads. Only the sounds of breaking twigs and crunching leaves seep in through the window and whisp around the otherwise silent car. Another X. We continue to follow.

"This is fucking creepy," Rob chimes in before throwing back another nip.

Jamie hits him in the arm. "You said you were out! Give me one!" she demands, looking at him. When he continues to ignore her, she rolls her eyes before saying, "Please!" A smile spreads across Rob's face as he pulls another nip of alcohol out of the pocket of his hoodie and hands it to her. She takes the entire thing in one quick gulp.

We continue slowly, the car feeling like it's trying to tiptoe through eggshells as we drive over the death that has fallen from the trees. The road narrows, getting tighter and tighter on each side as the trees reach out their twisted branches. It's as if they are clawing at us, pulling us deeper into the belly of the forest. That's when the headlights shine on another car ahead of us. It looks like we aren't the only ones here.

"I'm just going to park here. Looks like there may be one other car in front of this one. Not a very popular haunted house, guys," I snark at them. The eyerolls look choreographed the way they all hit at once. "They can wait for us to be done, I'm sure." I throw the car in park and roll up all the windows.

As we all get out and stretch our legs, we can hear faint music in the distance. Slow and creepy circus-style music. Nothing terrifying about that coming out of the darkest forest I've ever been in. "He wasn't kidding when he said that it was really scary," Jamie says softly.

"Bitch, we aren't even there yet, and you're already scared?" Scarlett snaps back at her. "This better be really fuckin scary after the way he practically attacked us. I hope it's full contact and they separate us and shit. Tie us to stuff or bring us in different rooms and spray blood on us. "

"Maybe you'll get lucky and he will fuck you with his clowney cock!" Alex shoves Scarlett with a laugh.

She sighs. "I could only be so lucky to have a filthy, dirty, murderous psycho pump me full of his cum."

The way I smile. She has absolutely no idea. But I do. I have had my cunt filled by a murderer and just the thought has me lining my panties with a slick layer of excitement.

Our feet crunch the decaying earth beneath us as we start walking toward the sound, all of us using the flashlights on our phones to illuminate the way. Another red X along the path lets us know we are heading in the right direction. I glance over my shoulder and squint, looking for all the cars that have now been consumed by the night. I swallow hard and turn back around, feeling my anxiety climb up my stomach like a sloth, slow and steady. I’m not worried about the haunt, I'm worried about finding our way back. The X's get farther and farther apart, and my brain is starting to do that thing where it questions if we even saw an X in this direction. The only confirmation that we are going the right way is the fact that the music is getting louder as we go.

"I think we should turn back," Jamie says as she stops, the light on her phone visibly shaking in her hands.

"If you want to be a scared little bitch and walk back by yourself, be my guest. But we’re almost there, and the rest of us are going." Scarlett gets in her face. God, she can be such an asshole sometimes. Obviously, Jamie is scared, and she's definitely not the only one who doesn't want to be here. Before I can open my mouth, Scarlett glares at me. "All of us are going," she repeats, making direct eye contact with me. I scoff and roll my eyes, walking over to Jamie and hooking my arm through hers.

"I got you, come on. It'll be fine." My words of comfort are quickly disregarded as Jamie pulls her arm away from me and uses her shoulder to bump mine as she pushes past.

"I'm not a fuckin’ baby, Lilly Bean. Please don't touch me. Let's just get this over with," she snaps at me, and my face flushes with embarrassment. The heat only intensifies when everyone looks at me and laughs before following behind Jamie, leaving me to be last in the procession.

As we near the end of the path, bits of the facade can be seen peeking through the silhouetted treeline. The music is crackling and muffled like it's being played through a loose connection on blown-out speakers. The dreary, almost slow-motion sounding carnival music pairs well with the architecture of the entrance, creating a very unsettling feeling in my guts. The odd shape and asymmetry definitely make me feel uncomfortable. It's constructed from scraps of wood, branches, and what looks like trash, creating a run-down house and front porch scene. Red and white stripes of different thickness paint the exterior. The lines are not running straight or in any kind of pattern. It genuinely feels like a crazy person put this together.

There are two groups of people already here waiting. Part of me is thrilled we don't have to go first, and that there are, in fact, other people here, but the other part of me wishes we could just get this over with so I can call Osiris. I miss him so much right now. I would give anything to taste him, any part of him. Every part of him.

A creepy voice yells from the front door, and the first group enters. I don't pay much attention as I pull out my phone and lazily flip through my texts from O. It almost slips from my hands when I hear the group of people scream from inside the walls. The screams get a little quieter as if they are getting farther away. I swear it sounds like fewer voices every time. Then, finally, silence. No talking, no screaming, no laughing. Just nothing. That's odd. The exit must be way behind it or something. I look at my phone again and think about what I'm going to do to O the next time we are together. If I was alone, I would definitely have something in my pussy right now. The voice yells again, and the people in front of us go in.

Like the group before them, they begin to scream as soon as they enter. I hear a bit more confusion and commotion this time though, accompanied by loud banging and maniacal laughter. My ‘friends’ continue to ignore the fact that I’m with them which works just fine for me. I just tune out their bickering about whether we should go in or not, how afraid they are or not, and of course the typical "if he gets in my face I'm going to punch him" tough guy routine. I haven't been to a lot of haunted attractions, but I’ve been to enough to know that my group is the one that most people who work there fucking hate. The ones that laugh at them saying, "You don't scare me; I see you; He's going to pop out right there; I'll hit you in the face if you touch me" and so on. It's so embarrassing.

I notice again that the screams go from many, to only a few, then down to one screaming for help. It's faint, but I'm sure that's what it's saying. Well, that's what it said before it went silent again, and then, poof, gone.

"Hey, has anyone seen that first group walk by?" Rob asks while cracking open another nip. By now, he is plenty drunk. Mr. Tough Guy doesn't sound so sure of himself now, and it makes me smile.

"Nope. Or the second group. They both just kinda disappeared. Maybe they didn't make it out alive," I say from the back of the group with a smile. Everyone turns and looks at me with the same fearful expression on their faces. But before they can say anything back, the front door of the haunt busts open. The abrupt sound and motion makes everyone jump out of their skin and huddle together, turning toward the source. The clown.

As he walks toward us, steam rises from both of his clenched fists. They are soaked in a red liquid that's warmer than the cold night air. There aren't many lights coming off the attraction but enough to see his clown makeup looks dirty and old. The white is cracked and peeling and there are purple and blue smears down his eyes. A black painted smile, that looks like he used his fingers to create, gives him a gross look of demented joy. His eyes though. They feel... familiar to me. His stance and just... his energy. I tilt my head in thought as he approaches.

"Ahhhh yes, the bumbling idiots I found the other night. Oh, how marvelous you could come. I was hoping you would." He giggles with a creepy voice that is having a visible effect on the others. He leans into Jamie, no doubt smelling her fear a mile away. She flinches and throws herself against Rob. "I made this for you princess. You're going to have so much fun inside. There's games. There's prizes. There's no way you'll survive this. Behind that door is insanity at its finest. So, take my hand, little one; come see how dark my mind is." Tears blink out of Jamie's eyes as she contorts her body away from the clown like he is made of fire and hides behind Rob. He smiles as he looks everyone in the eyes until finally landing on me. "And you." He smirks. That face... I... "You weren't with the others. Oh, you’re the one they hate! The one they were making fun of that night. Hehe, you got yourself quite a lovely group of friends. They are so grateful for your... money." He laughs again, and I feel a lump form in my throat. I knew they didn't care about me but to actually have confirmation that someone heard them talking shit about using me, hurts. I want to run away and fucking leave them here. My eyes never leave him because I will cry if I look at any of those fucking pieces of shit, and they don't deserve to see me break.

"Right this way my little fake friends, right this way. Come come come." He moves quicker than anyone is comfortable with and circles behind them, herding them like cattle toward the door. I stand my ground, looking off at anything but their faces. The clown leans over to me. "You too... my Little Corpse Queen. "

Time stands still. Silence falls over me like a weighted blanket, and my heart starts trying to break through my ribcage. Did he just say... I look into his eyes once more, and I see him. The real him, behind the makeup. Osiris. He's the clown. This... This is what he's been working on all those times I called and he was busy. He smiles and throws a nod to get behind him, putting himself in between the others and myself. We stop at the entrance. Osiris sways side to side like a psychotic clown might do before screaming, "MOVE! Open the door, Rob, unless you want me to dismember you first, hehe." He giggles.

I stand closer to Osiris, breathing him in. He smells like... blood. Not fake blood from the Halloween store. That smell is... real... and it's human blood. My pussy clenches as I put my bottom lip between my teeth. O looks back at me and growls when he reads the arousal written all over my face. "There's nothing make-believe about this place, is there?" I whisper to him. A slow smile exposes his blood-stained teeth as he winks at me and enters the house.