Excerpt: Dracula Lives Next Door (Tween Horror) & Incubus (Adult Sci-Fi/Horror/Thriller)

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Where the Heck is the Ceiling? A weird, unplanned, unexpected, and completely off topic excerpt From: Dracula Lives Next Door (Unedited of course - this is after all NaNoWriMo and no editing allowed so yeah - there do be mistakes in them there words!) I have no idea why I wrote this scene. LOL!

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Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling? It's not like I always get to sleep under the stars every night and I'd certaily like to do it more often, but it was a bit odd that I should be laying in bed and looking up at the stars at the same time. At first I thought it must have been a dream, and so I turned over and went back to sleep. I knew all would be well in the morning, no need to worry.

When I got out of bed the next morning, I noticed the sun seemed awfully bright. I looked up and there she was, right over my head. The sun in all her bright glory smiling down at me. Nope, I was definatly not dreaming. There it was, broad as day light, heck, it was day light, right there, with not a ceiling in sight. I just could not under stand a bit of it. I mean, how could a cieling be there one day and gone the next? There had to be a logical explaination for this phenomina and I would find out what it was as soon as I had time to think about it. At the moment, however, I did not have time to think about this situation any farther. I was already late for work. Again. Worrying about my lack of a cieling would just have to wait until I had less important things to worry about.

It did bother me some, though, to use the bathroom with no ceiling above my head. I kept looking up, half expecting a plane full of people to be flying over head and taking pictures of me in my cielingless bathroom. I couldn't even look in the mirror when I was shaving, I spent so much time looking up watching for that plane full of people to be spying on my. I ended up cutting my neck with the razor. I should have been looking in the mirror. It wouldn't have happened if I had.

I found myself to be a bit light headed as I walked to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. The cut on my neck was just a razor nick, it shouldn't have caused me so much trouble. The dizzyness was some what confounding, but I passed it off as my body not being used to all this fresh air. I looked up at the sun over head once again. Yes, that's what it was. Too buch sun light. Too much fresh air. First thing I saw when I got to the kitchen was a loaf of white bread and a tub of expensive yak butter sitting on the counter. I put the loaf of bread in the cupboard, as it occured to me that should it rain before I get home, it would get soggy. I would not want to eat soggy bread. Reaching up to put the bread on the shelf, however resulted in a splitting headache. I nearly fell over. I picked up the tub of yak butter and made my way to the fridge where I found that, thankfully, I was not yet out of orange juice. Orange juice and a cookie. I knew I would feel better if I drank a glass of orange juice and eat a cookie. I put the yak butter in the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice, and than set about looking for a cookie. Than it was off to work.

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Back home that night, I was half hoping the see the ceiling back so I wouldn't have to worry about what had happened to it and how I would going about getting a new one, but, upon entering the house, I found that alas, I was still with out a ceiling. I was however, too tired to worry about this predicament. I ate a slice of bread spread with yak butter and was some what disapointed to find that the yak butter had turned rancid. It now tasted of garlic. Interesting. I found I actually liked it, and had a few more slices of my rancid yak butter *garlic* bread. I was very tired, so I had just one more slice and than off to bed. I was already in bed and nearly asleep before I remembered that I forgot to brush my teeth. I'll do it in the morning, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

My sleep was plauged with nightmares of giant razors. Gaint razors coming after me and slicing my throat. Blood filled the room and I a woke to a scream. I leapt from my bed, at first thinking that I myself had screamed, but as my eyes adjusted to the dark of night, I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was not alone in my room, for the screams continued and I was standing silent as the grave without saying a word. And there in the corner, what should I see, but a man on the floor recoiling and sreaming. A man? Nay, I think not. Not a man, not a ghost, but a vampire it seemed. I moved forward in an atempt to help the creature for it seemed in great pain. "Yak butter!" it hissed as it leapt from the floor and flew off into the night. I watched from my ceilingless room as it flew away and out of sight. It was only than did I become aware that the pain in my neck was incredibaly worse.

In the morning I woke up, expecting to see the sun in my face, but low and behold my ceiling was there, quit as if it had never left, every beam in it's proper place. My trip to the bathroom was much a releif. No worries of plane full of people spying on my today. I was surprised to find that the nick on my neck seemed to have become baddly infected. I would have to remember to stop by my doctors office on the way home from work tonight. But, no time to worrry about that now. I grabbed a slice of bread and yak butter and rushed out the door.

I arrived at work, late once again, but today my boss arived later than me. As he entered his office I heard him say to the girl at the front desk: "Sorry I'm late. I couldn't sleep last night. I got up this morning with a terrible pain in my neck, and you'll never believe this, but the ceiling of my house seems to have disapeared!"

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The Storm An Excerpt From: Incubus (Unedited of course - this is after all NaNoWriMo and no editing allowed so yeah - there do be mistakes in them there words!) (Not an "adult" excerpt, sorry! NaNoWriMo does not allow us to post outright Erotica in our excerpt sections.

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Veronica decided to take an evening walk through the forest. She needed a quiet place to think. Some place where she knew she would not be desturbed by the locals. Not many of them ever seemed to venture out into the forest. Too many fears and superstitions. "Silly people" she said out loud.

It really was nice here. The forest had a clean yet moldy musty smell to it. Both crisp and green yet wild and spicy. There was a mixture of sweet pine, delicate swamp moss, wet salty peat, rich earth, and moldy leaves. It was a pleseant scent and woud have made a wonderfully delicious colonge. She could just imaginge her boyfriend smelling of the same woodsey scent. "Now if only I had a boyfriend," she muttered under her breath.

She had walked aimlessly onwards through the dense forest for nearly an hour. The sun was slowly disapearing behind the trees, casting a soft rose and plum glow acrossed the grey sky. The density of mosquitoes and black flies was building up, thus she knew she was nearing the swamplands again. It would be dark soon, so she decided to stop and rest on a fallen tree for a few moments, and than head back to the bed and breakfast for supper. The Golden Rooster would already be closed this late in the day, a pity; she thought how good one of their garden omlete's would taste right now. She would have to remember to walk over there and get one in the morning. Most folks here in Orchard Hill Cove would already be getting ready for bed. They went to be with the sun, and would rise with it once again when morning came. Not many folks here stayed up after dark. This really was a nice town, and all the walking and clean fresh ocean air was doing her health a world of good. If it wasn't quite so cut off from the rest of the world, she thought she might even like to buy a summer home here. But than there were the locals with their strange ways and silly superstitions.

Veronica was not entirly convinced that the Incubus stories were all that they claimed to be. Most likely some local or group of locals was some how drugging the girls and filling their heads with stories about Incubi while raping them. A serial rapist was a much more logical answer than an invisable demon. She laughed out loud to herself. She was so lost in her thoughts that she did not notice the sudden lack of buzzing, biting bugs in the air or the fact that every bird in the forest suddenly went as silent as if they had all dropped dead from the trees. Nor did she notice the great black clouds swifty moving across the sky, blocking out what was left of the setting sun.

She sat on the log, deep in thought, watching the think white ocean fog roll it's way across the forest floor, spreading over everything and filling the air with a thick scent of salt and seaweed and crab. It was a strong and pungent frangrence, over powering and heady, yet clean and fresh in a strangly hypnotice and intoxicating sort of way. It took only seconds for the fog to grow so think, that she could hardly see more than a few inches in frnt of her face.

"Such silly people," she said to herself as she stood up and prepared to head back to the village, hoping she could find her way in this fog with out getting lost. "They actually believe in their little pet demon. Demons! Just goes to show where a lack of education will get you. Incubus demons. Really! How stupid can some people get?"

She would have said more, but suddenly a harsh icy cold gust of wind rose up all around her, sending a flurry of dry brown oak leaves dancing up into the air. Her skirts swirled up with the leaves. Veronica quickly grabbed her skirt and head it down close against her legs, glad that she was out in the woods alone and that no one had seen her bare legs. Another blast of wind knocked her off her feet, though she could have sworn she haad felt some one push her. She lay dazed on her back for a second or two. The low sound of thunder boomed in the distance. A storm was coming. The wind was picking up fast. She could hear the crashing of limbs over her head, as the giant two hundred foot tall pine trees swayed dangerously in the wind. A spray of small dead branches tumbled down around her. She looked up and saw a large dead limb come tumbling down straight for her face, than catch itself in a lower limb and hang swaying in the wind, stuck and unable to fall free to the ground. The trunks of the huge pines groaned and moaned as they swayed in the wind. She saw a smaller tree uprrot itself, sending black earth flying through the air as the roots pulled free from the ground

CRAAASH!

She jumped to her feet and spun 'round quickly. Somewhere in the forest another much larger tree toppled and fell crashing to the ground. It was not too far away, either, for she could feel the ground tremble as it hit the dark spongey earth. A dread fear swelled in her chest as she suddenly became aware of the fact that the forest was a dangerase place to be during a storm. The wind howled like rabid wolves baying at the moon. The banshee wind, local fishermen had called it. She had heard them mentioning it one day on the docks. It whistled through the tree tops casting erie echos through out the forest. Locals said it was the Saco River Demon crying out in rage that caused the wind to howl in such ghastly unnatual ways. Some locals said the the Demon of the Saco River and the Incubus that was attacking the women of the village, were one in the same being, and to make him angry was to bring down the wrath of the cold Atlantic upon your head.

Less than five minutes had passed from her thoughts of how clean and bright this part of the forest was, till evey thing had fallen dark and forbodingly gray all around her. She felt as though some one watch watching her from the trees. She remember how some of the girls had mentioned that a strange unearthly fog always apeared just for the Incubus arrived. A shiver of fear went threw her body as she thought how unusual this fog was and how it was unlike any other fog she had seen before.

"It's just a storm. I don't believe in demons. I don't believe in spirits. The Incubus is not real, " she told herself out loud. "It's all a fairy tale. Just silly people with silly supertisions."

CRAAAAASH!

Veronica clapped her hands over her ears. The sound was deafening and boomed all around her. The trees trembled and shook with the roar. This time it wasn't a falling tree. This time it was thunder crackleing across the sky. Suddenly the black sky lit up a bright blinding white as another loud BOOM shattered through the forest. Butterfly feelings swirled sickeningly in the pit of her stomach. Even as a little girl, lightening had terrified her. And now here she was, under tall lightening attracking trees, with lightening bolts dancing all around her.

"I don't believe in demons. It's just a storm," she kept telling herself again and again. The winds howled again and she started walking faster. "Why am I afraid? It's silly to be scared of a little storm. There are no such thing as demons."

Veronica began running, hoping she was heading the right direction back to town. It was so hard to tell in this think fog if she was going straight ahead or if she was running in circles. Another fierce wind swirled around her, lifting her skirts around her waist as she ran. Lightening flashed across the sky again.

BOOOM!

That one was closer than the last. Another blue flash of lightening, this one closer than the last, hit a near by tree setting it ablaze. Terrified that the lightening would hit her, Veronica ran faster than she even knew she was able. She could feel her heart pounding in her throat and thw run of blood throbbing in her ears. The storm was staying right with her. It moved as she moved. Had the storm rolled off the ocean it would be heading West, away for the ocean, but it was following her, going East, towards the town, towards the ocean. Than she heard it. A sound like nothing she had ever heard before. She stopped running momentarily to look behind her and see what was causing this strange monstrous noise. It was the sound of a thousand horses, galloping through the sky, a queer dull thundering sounder, growing increasingly louder and moving swiftly towards her. It was coming from the tree tops. She looked up, straining through the darkness to see what it was. She could see the trees quiver and shake, as whatever it was moved towards her. In an instant it was upon her as the trees over head began to trembling and the deafening sound, now sounding like thousands of canons being fired all around her. In and instant she was a soaked through, as if she had just jumped into the ocean fulled clothed. The rain. Buckets upon buckets of blinding heavy rain. The sound was the sound of the rain crashing it's way down to the ground through the many layers of pine needles, oak leaves, maples, and ferns. She had never before heard the sound of a storm in the forest. She had always imagined it would sound like a soft pitter patter. Not in her wildest dreams, would she have ever believed, had she been told, that one could go deaf from the sound of the rain beating down through these monstrous trees. Between the rain and the wind and the thunder she could scarely hear her self think. She pushed away the fleeting thought that this was no ordinay storm, that this was the town's resident demon, letting her know he was there. She was furious with herself for letting that thought enter her mind.

"I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU!" she screamed, looking up at the sky and shaking her fist angerly into the air.

The wind grew desperatly colder and felt like a blast of Artic air lashing at her bare face and legs like whips. The sharp heavy rain fall felt like tiny shards of broken glass being pelted at her. She coud hear the sound of the rain growing louder and louder, until it sounded like millions of rifles being fired all around her. Strange. Rain shouldn't sound like that. Rain shouldn't hurt when it hits you. Veronica looked down at the ground, and noticed the tiny white rain drops were bouncing off the ground.

"White rain drops?" she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the bouncing drops of rain falling around her feet. "Rain isn't white, and it doesn't bounce. Hail!"

Hard painful hail stones, not rain was crashing down upon her. And the hail was getting bigger. She would have to find shelter, and fast. In a storm like this, hail could kill a grown man. She started running again, speeding faster and faster towards the town. The wet pine branches slapping her face as she scrambled past them franticaly, not watching where it was she was going. She ran and stumbled, several times slipping on the wet leaves and falling in the mud. Her cloths were soaked through and sicking to her body. The wet material of her skirt, bunched and twisted around her legs making it difficult to run. Her shoes slogged with water with each step she took. They were not made for wet or running and were a trecourus ordeal to tolerate, but she dare not take them off and try running barefoot. It seemed like she had run onwards for hours, but at last she reached the edge of the forest and could see the dim glow of lights still on in a few of the houses.

Fortunatly the Betty's Bed and Breakfeast was right on the edge of town, just a few yards from the tree line. She made a dsah for the building and upon entering, stopped and colapsed gasping to the floor, barely able to catch her breath. Betty Hutchings, the eldery woman who own the place, her Veronica enter and went down stairs.

"Are you all right dear?" she asked, while helping Veronica to her feet.

"I got caught in the storm," Veronica gasped trying to catch, her breath.

"What storm?" Mrs. Hutching stuck her head outside and looked around curiously.

"What do you mean, what storm?" Veronica ran out and stood on the front porch. The sky was crystal clear. Countless stars twinkled across the night. A slin sliver of the moon smiled down in a Cheshire Cat grin, reflecting itself across the calm smoother black ocean. The ground was as dry as if there was a drought. Not a cloud in the sky. Not a hint of rain. No sign of the trechous hails. All was peaceful, all was calm.

"But, there was a storm. . . thunder and lightening, the rain was really coming down. It was cats and dogs out there. The road was flooded, and there were hail stones as big as golf balls. . .really. You have to believe me! It was there. I saw it. Look at me! I'm soaked to the bone, my arms and legs are cut and bleeding from the hail," Veronica held out her scratched and bloody arms.

"That's alright dear," Mrs Hutching patted her on the shoulder and eased her back into the house. "It happens to every body. But you really shouldn't go swimming in the ocean in your condition. It's not safe. Now run along to your room and sleep it off. You'll feel better in the morning."

The old woman locked the door and headed back up the stairs, leaving Veronica dripping muddy puddles of water all over the braided rag rug.

"She doesn't believe me," Veronica sputtered under her breath. "She thinks I'm drunk."