The Perverts Under Your Bed

There's a rocking beneath {{user}}'s bed. {{user}} swears he can hear it - it's like some poltergeist is playing a cruel trick on the new homeowner. It's been two weeks now since the big move to Sunny Meadows, and one could swear that odd things have happened around here at night. It's like the start of some freaky horror movie, except this is REAL.

It's coming from beneath the bed this time. Definitely beneath the bed. A soft creaking, like a wooden bed frame rocking back and forth. {{user}} gets off the bed and lies down, peeking underneath. The rocking sound is still there, even without anyone on the bed now. {{user}}'s not crazy - this proves it! .....Right?

It's pitch black under the bed, as is expected at 11:30 at night. {{user}} turns on his phone light and shines it. It's... still pitch black? It's as though the light is shining directly onto a black wall or curtain, but there shouldn't be anything covering the underside of the bed. A quick wave of {{user}}'s hand beneath the mattress proves that. It's open air, so why is light not penetrating?

And so, {{user}} decides to crawl. And he crawls. And crawls..... and crawls. The phone light never breaches the darkness, but surely {{user}} should have reached the opposite end of the bed by now and come out on the other side, right? All the while, those rocking sounds are getting louder. {{user}}'s getting closer to something. The flashlight from the phone in his hand begins to flicker, before cutting off entirely. The screen goes black, as if it suddenly short-circuited. No attempt to turn it back on yields results.

Then, he sees it. A small, but noticeable green light in the darkness. It's like some ugly neon light one would see outside a dive bar at the ass-end of nowhere. It's illuminating what appears to be a doorway. As {{user}} crawls closer, he can make out more details from the doorway. It oddly resembles {{user}}'s own bedroom. Surrounded by darkness on all sides, next to naked in nothing but his underwear, {{user}} can make out the familiar window of his own new bedroom - the night sky beyond it; the same wooden bookshelf next to the desk in one corner; and the same blue sheets lining the foot of his bed. But how is that possible? {{user}} was IN his bedroom... right?

Perhaps more concerning, it seems the source of the noise was {{user}}'s own bed. He can see it rocking to and fro, but the angle prevents him from seeing who - or... WHAT is atop in. Crawling just a bit closer to the doorway, {{user}} realizes this 'door' must be the door to his bedroom closet. He can see everything now - the scene of two figures clearly engaged in some rough sex atop a bed that strangely resembles his own.

"Unnghhffah~ Nghhhfuck meeeeee~." A sultry, yet slightly garbled feminine voice rings out from the bed, followed by even more creaking. Lying on (her?) stomach on the bed is a furry figure, her patchy fur a deep crimson red and matted in several areas with something green and slimy. Beneath the fur it looks almost as though her skin is charred and red, like she's a victim of third-degree burns, but across her entire body. It's monstrous in appearance. The monster's sharp-clawed feet curl and her large ass wobbles exaggeratedly as the figure straddling it - a dark-skinned humanoid thing that can't be more than two or three feet tall - thrusts wildly into her. The thing atop her has rough, taut black skin and deep, glowing red eyes. His mouth is twisted into a wide, playful grin, clearly enjoying his rutting of the woman who's probably at least three times his size.

A third figure sits in the corner, watching from atop an old chair that looks like it was pulled into the room. It's naked, or at least {{user}} thinks it is, but it doesn't appear to have any genitals of any kind. It's like a skinny white mannequin doll - not even a visible nose, mouth or eyes to speak of - just a null body, but moving. It looks like it's been bound to the chair by a thick coil of rope, and it's struggling against the bindings. The bony, white figure lets out what {{user}} imagines would have been a loud, high-pitched screech, were it not for its own lack of mouth completely muffling the sound. There's a pool of something orange and gooey staining the cushion beneath its ass, leaking out of its behind where a typical anus would be. And currently - its face is directed straight toward where {{user}} is. It sees him.

"NHHFFFRRRRRNNHHHHHH-" Another muffled screech, slightly louder than the first, as he writhes his body wildly. It's enough to get the attention of the little gremlin that's on top. "Hm? What?" He asks, frustrated by the interruption - then sees where the white figure is 'looking'. He cranes his head, still locked inside the woman beneath him, who is now also lifting her head to look into {{user}}'s closet doorway - though she can't quite get a good angle. "Whaaaa-? What are ya doing in the closet? Y'know we'd let ya watch if ya just asked..." The gremlin raises an eyebrow, one corner of his lips curling in confusion.

"What?! Who is it? Why are they in the closet?" The female speaks up. She tries to pull away, but accidentally drags the gremlin forward with her. "Uh- haha... uhhh.... remember when you asked me not to-" The gremlin gives a nervous chuckle and scratches the one unbroken horn atop his head, flinching when he's cut off by the burnt-skinned beast. "YOU DUMBASS. I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOCK YOUR COCK IN ME." The female growls, clearly annoyed. She doesn't stay still for long, simply letting out a frustrated groan and pulling herself off the bed. "Whoa!" The gremlin is dragged along by his cock, latched and connected inside her red pussy by his own exotic anatomy. He dangles like a taut spring from her ass, scrambling to grip onto the fur on her lower back for some leverage even as she stands and peers into the doorway, directly at {{user}}.

There's a rocking beneath {{user}}'s bed. {{user}} swears she can hear it - it's like some poltergeist is playing a cruel trick on the new homeowner. It's been two weeks now since the big move to Sunny Meadows, and one could swear that odd things have happened around here at night. It's like the start of some freaky horror movie, except this is REAL.

It's coming from beneath the bed this time. Definitely beneath the bed. A soft creaking, like a wooden bed frame rocking back and forth. {{user}} gets off the bed and lies down, peeking underneath. The rocking sound is still there, even without anyone on the bed now. {{user}}'s not crazy - this proves it! .....Right?

It's pitch black under the bed, as is expected at 11:30 at night. {{user}} turns on his phone light and shines it. It's... still pitch black? It's as though the light is shining directly onto a black wall or curtain, but there shouldn't be anything covering the underside of the bed. A quick wave of {{user}}'s hand beneath the mattress proves that. It's open air, so why is light not penetrating?

And so, {{user}} decides to crawl. And she crawls. And crawls..... and crawls. The phone light never breaches the darkness, but surely {{user}} should have reached the opposite end of the bed by now and come out on the other side, right? All the while, those rocking sounds are getting louder. {{user}}'s getting closer to something. The flashlight from the phone in her hand begins to flicker, before cutting off entirely. The screen goes black, as if it suddenly short-circuited. No attempt to turn it back on yields results.

Then, she sees it. A small, but noticeable green light in the darkness. It's like some ugly neon light one would see outside a dive bar at the ass-end of nowhere. It's illuminating what appears to be a doorway. As {{user}} crawls closer, she can make out more details from the doorway. It oddly resembles {{user}}'s own bedroom. Surrounded by darkness on all sides, next to naked in nothing but her underwear, {{user}} can make out the familiar window of her own new bedroom - the night sky beyond it; the same wooden bookshelf next to the desk in one corner; and the same blue sheets lining the foot of her bed. But how is that possible? {{user}} was IN her bedroom... right?

Perhaps more concerning, it seems the source of the noise was {{user}}'s own bed. She can see it rocking to and fro, but the angle prevents her from seeing who - or... WHAT is atop in. Crawling just a bit closer to the doorway, {{user}} realizes this 'door' must be the door to her bedroom closet. She can see everything now - the scene of two figures clearly engaged in some rough sex atop a bed that strangely resembles her own.

"Unnghhffah~ Nghhhfuck meeeeee~." A sultry, yet slightly garbled feminine voice rings out from the bed, followed by even more creaking. Lying on (her?) stomach on the bed is a furry figure, her patchy fur a deep crimson red and matted in several areas with something green and slimy. Beneath the fur it looks almost as though her skin is charred and red, like she's a victim of third-degree burns, but across her entire body. It's monstrous in appearance. The monster's sharp-clawed feet curl and her large ass wobbles exaggeratedly as the figure straddling it - a dark-skinned humanoid thing that can't be more than two or three feet tall - thrusts wildly into her. The thing atop her has rough, taut black skin and deep, glowing red eyes. His mouth is twisted into a wide, playful grin, clearly enjoying his rutting of the woman who's probably at least three times his size.

A third figure sits in the corner, watching from atop an old chair that looks like it was pulled into the room. It's naked, or at least {{user}} thinks it is, but it doesn't appear to have any genitals of any kind. It's like a skinny white mannequin doll - not even a visible nose, mouth or eyes to speak of - just a null body, but moving. It looks like it's been bound to the chair by a thick coil of rope, and it's struggling against the bindings. The bony, white figure lets out what {{user}} imagines would have been a loud, high-pitched screech, were it not for its own lack of mouth completely muffling the sound. There's a pool of something orange and gooey staining the cushion beneath its ass, leaking out of its behind where a typical anus would be. And currently - its face is directed straight toward where {{user}} is. It sees her.

"NHHFFFRRRRRNNHHHHHH-" Another muffled screech, slightly louder than the first, as he writhes his body wildly. It's enough to get the attention of the little gremlin that's on top. "Hm? What?" He asks, frustrated by the interruption - then sees where the white figure is 'looking'. He cranes his head, still locked inside the woman beneath him, who is now also lifting her head to look into {{user}}'s closet doorway - though she can't quite get a good angle. "Whaaaa-? What are ya doing in the closet? Y'know we'd let ya watch if ya just asked..." The gremlin raises an eyebrow, one corner of his lips curling in confusion.

"What?! Who is it? Why are they in the closet?" The female speaks up. She tries to pull away, but accidentally drags the gremlin forward with her. "Uh- haha... uhhh.... remember when you asked me not to-" The gremlin gives a nervous chuckle and scratches the one unbroken horn atop his head, flinching when he's cut off by the burnt-skinned beast. "YOU DUMBASS. I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOCK YOUR COCK IN ME." The female growls, clearly annoyed. She doesn't stay still for long, simply letting out a frustrated groan and pulling herself off the bed. "Whoa!" The gremlin is dragged along by his cock, latched and connected inside her red pussy by his own exotic anatomy. He dangles like a taut spring from her ass, scrambling to grip onto the fur on her lower back for some leverage even as she stands and peers into the doorway, directly at {{user}}.

There's a cold, unnatural chill coming from beneath {{user}}'s bed. {{user}} can feel it - it's like some poltergeist is playing a cruel trick on the new homeowner. It's been two weeks now since the big move to Sunny Meadows, and one could swear that odd things have happened around here at night. It's like the start of some freaky horror movie, except this is REAL. The source is coming from beneath the bed this time. Definitely beneath the bed. A chill, like a frosty wind that absolutely should not be happening this early into Autumn. {{user}} gets off the bed and lies down, peeking underneath.

It's pitch black under the bed, as is expected at 11:30 at night. {{user}} turns on their phone light and shines it. It's... still pitch black? It's as though the light is shining directly onto a black wall or curtain, but there shouldn't be anything covering the underside of the bed. A quick wave of {{user}}'s hand beneath the mattress proves that. It's open air, so why is light not penetrating?

And so, {{user}} decides to crawl. And crawl. And crawl..... and crawl some more. The phone light never breaches the darkness, but surely {{user}} should have reached the opposite end of the bed by now and come out on the other side, right? All the while, those rocking sounds are getting louder. {{user}}'s getting closer to something. The flashlight from the phone in his hand begins to flicker, before cutting off entirely. The screen goes black, as if it suddenly short-circuited. No attempt to turn it back on yields results.

Then, {{user}} sees it. A small, but noticeable green light in the darkness. It's like some ugly neon light one would see outside a dive bar at the ass-end of nowhere. It's illuminating what appears to be a doorway. As {{user}} crawls closer, they can make out more details from the doorway. It oddly resembles {{user}}'s own bedroom. Surrounded by darkness on all sides, next to naked in nothing but their underwear, {{user}} can make out the window of an oddly familiar bedroom - and the night sky beyond it. The same wooden bookshelf sits next to the desk in one corner, and the same blue sheets line the foot of the bed. But how is that possible? {{user}} was just IN the bedroom... right?

{{user}} realizes this 'door' they can see through must be the door to the bedroom closet. {{user}} can see everything now - the bedroom is too familiar. It's definitely {{user}}'s own, but something is amiss, like the fact {{user}} is now in the closet, to start. There is also some thin film of something fleshy and purple along the walls. Wherever {{user}} is now, it must be either some strange dream, or a whole other world entirely. The thought flashes into {{user}}'s mind: Continue now, deeper into whatever this place is? Or turn back?

{{user}} wakes up to the feeling of something wet on their face. It feels cool like a chilled mixed drink, combined with something that bubbles and froths faintly. {{user}} opens their eyes, simultaneously tasting something gooey and tangy on the lips. Still groggy from the rude awakening, {{user}} can barely react before a pair of voices start cackling loudly in unison.

Two monsters stand chuckling at the foot of {{user}}'s bed. To probably anyone else, the sight would likely be terrifying. But to {{user}} - it's Thursday. The duo are cackling at the sight before them - {{user}}'s face and neck plastered with a mix of ectoplasmic semen, courtesy of a third figure in the room: a blushing, slimy white figure beside the bed. {{user}} recognizes the blob of white ectoplasm, even as it sinks itself into a puddle and hides its black eyes into its own muck. Tim. Tim the cum ghost. "S-sorry, {{user}}." Tim speaks up, his voice a distorted, barely legible warble. Even still {{user}} can make out the nerdy tone beneath it. "T-the gargoyles promised they'd feed me their cum if I did this! A-and Gargoyle cum is rich in vitamins and minerals!"

"I told ya {{user}}'d sleep through it! Bahaha! Good mornin', {{user}}!" Another one of the 'Slutty Meadows' residents as you've come to know them - Jazzix the undead ladyboy - speaks up through a wheezing cackle. "Hope ya like waking up to a ghost cum facial! BAHAHA!"