Dream: Succubus Scene

6/2/2023

Only a small scene from a much larger dream. I was at home, pacing. It was late at night. Dark. Probably near or past midnight. I looked over Google chat. I dared not post any more in the chat lest I wake those that are sleeping. I checked and rechecked my words, worried that I perhaps aligned them in a way that could have been disparaging. I was tired. It was too late for me to be doing this. I should go to bed. A message pops up on screen. It's from the voice chat. I check the profile picture. Someone standing in front of a fire in an otherwise dark back-drop. The figure a shadowy silhouette due to be being backlit. The message says, "Hello. Are you still awake?"

It can't be. I check the number of members in the group chat--7. Someone's joined the group chat. Based on context, this can only be "Friend’s_Name, is that you?" I message in response. I cringe, realizing that I'm sending a message in group chat, which might disturb the sleep of its members.

"Jtagdan, I wanted to talk to you." He responds.

I quickly reply "On second thought, we should save this for tomorrow. It's really late to have a conversation in the group chat."

"No. I need to talk to you. I'm waiting outside your house. Come and talk to me."

At this point, I don't want to risk waking the group chat so I go to the door and check through the window. I don't see anyone, so I open the door. I still don't see anyone, so I take a few steps out onto the porch and look to the right. There is no one there. I look to the left. There is no--wait, what is that?

In the darkness under my neighbors tree, I can barely make out the form of someone standing there. "Friend’s_Name, is that you? Did you smooth things over with..." It moves closer. It does not bob up and down or sway from side to side. It's like a sliding cart in its movements. I hear it's footsteps, but they sound more like wet slaps, and they pitter-patter rapidly like the sound of someone sprinting.

It passes from beneath the shadow of the tree and the street light illuminates it. Its mouths are open in a silent scream, all three of them. The two extra mouths are placed where the eyes should be. It has hair but it writhes atop the head, churning waves of fur. The three mouths move in a circle around the face like a Gatling gun. It flails somewhere between 6 and 10 malformed appendages that loosely resembles the cross between an arm and a leg.

My immediate thought is "Oh no! It's a succubus!" I back away from the quickly -approaching pillar of molten flesh. I hit a wall. I look to my left, I missed the door by several feet. I dare not let the monster leave my sight, so I creep along the wall while I keep my eyes glued on the "succubus."

The way it runs is disgusting. It's appendages slap against the ground with such force that they flatten into puddles of liquid. The "succubus" then pushes new appendages out halfway up its body. These new appendages repeat the pattern of splashing into the ground to propel it forward.

The monster cuts through the middle of the lawn, heading straight towards me. It calls out my name is a raspy voice. "Jtagdan, I need to-" it's voice modulates in pitch wavering between high-squeaks to low-drones "-talk to you."

I feel the edge of the doorway with my fingers and pull myself in as the creature slaps up the porch steps. "I need to talk to you." It says, voice now becoming almost human as the modulation is now staying within an almost normal speaking range.

I slam the screen door shut, but it's appendages barbed with backwards fingers and toes with nails as long as the digits themselves shred through the mesh. "Jtagdan, I need to talk to you." I hesitate for just a moment. Wait a second, that sounded just like--appendages of melting skin close around my shoulder. I grab the solid wood door by the handle and try to slam it closed, wrenching the appendages off me. The door doesn’t close all the way, however, since the limbs are in the way.

I throw my weight against the door and I hear it holler in pain as bones crack and paint splinters off the door. "You're not my little sister. Who do you think you're fooling with that voice?"

"Jtagdan!" My dad says, "Open the door right this instant!" I swivel my head in confusion. I thought dad was in bed. I don't see him any where. I growl in frustration, as the "succubus" sneaks a fourth appendage through the slightly open door while I'm momentarily distracted. My dad's voice had come from the other side of the door. "Nice, trick." I snarl sarcastically, "I'm sure you're real fun at parties."

I brace my legs against the wall opposite of the door and push against the wall while my back is to the door to force it shut, but I'm not making much progress.

Suddenly, the resistance cease, the door slams closed and I fall to the ground. Disgusting puddles of foul smelling ichor stain the wall and floor. I stand up and look out the door-window. I don't see anyone. I sigh a breath of relief.

Then I hear a knock a few rooms to the side and I hear my own voice coming slightly muffled through the walls. "Little_Sister’s_Name, open the window. It's me, Jtagdan."