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Silas Goodin does not drink very often. In fact he only drinks during the summer, and tonight was an especially steamy 104 degrees Fahrenheit.
He felt as if hell itself was opening its doors to let off all this excess. To make it all the worse his air conditioning had broke, so he
couldn't sit at home and be on fakku. Whether arguing on IB or fapping it Cooked his body way to much to be worth it in this infernal heat.
He was walking back from the local convenience store with a 6 pack of beer in a cooler with ice that he hoped would last at least until
he got home, maybe even until he drank one or two beers, but who was he kidding, it was probably warm already. As he walked down the street he noticed that all of the street laps were off. He assumed it was maintenance and continued to walk. The moon
was bright that night and he could see just as clearly as day even with his less than perfect eyesight. Then, walking down the road toward him he saw
something that stopped him in his tracks. It was a woman with hair white as the falling snow that would be so lovely at this time of year. Her eyes
seemed to glow in the moonlight as if they themselves were shards of that very same moon. While his body was frozen his eyes couldn't help but take
in her perfectly shaped figure as she walked toward him. Every inch of her looked absolutely perfect as he could see. She looked better than all of the
girls on fakku and anywhere else he'd been on the internet combined. She wore a blue skirt that showed the silken skin of her legs and a
white blouse that showed just enough of her cleavage to leave nothing to his imagination. As she passed him he smelled a perfume that
he couldn't name, but that made him feel as if he were running through a field of flowers in the fall. The heat didn't feel so oppressive while
he looked at her. AS soon as she had appeared she was gone, and the heat came back. He let out the breath he had been holding and turned. He
Couldn't see her anywhere. A little disappointed and wondering whether or not she was a dream he turned to continue to his house. Then felt
something in the hand not holding the cooler. It was a small piece of paper. He unfurled it as he walked and looked at the small words written in
what looked like highlighter. "I feel so alone sometimes, would you come help me feel less so? I have a great AC system <3 meet me tomorrow?" along with her adress scribbled at the bottom. It was less then half a mile from his house.
Silas thought this seemed like a great idea. He couldn't wait to tell his online buddies that he was going to a girls house. In real life! fortune was finally favoring him.
He got home and drank a couple of the beers, saving the other four for his "trip" tomorrow.



The morning had different plans for Silas. By the time he woke up the sun was already setting. He Scrambled out of bed and brushed his teeth a bit,
then stopped realizing he'd be drinking a few before he got to her house, so what was the point. He grabbed one of the last four beers and downed it while getting his shoes and coat ready.
The amber liquid no longer even stung going down, but it still tasted just fine to him. He put on the glasses that made him look like a dork, but he wanted to
be seeing perfectly clear tonight. He combed his hair as good as he could get it. It would probably be beneficial to take a good shower, but he didnt have the time. When he was little his grandmom
had always pushed for him to stay clean and all that jazz, but he'd taken a shower the morning before, and another wasn't due for a few more days.
He did however put on his fanciest cologne [gift from his father] to mask whatever bad smells there might be. Then he left his house, being sure to lock the door on his way out. You never know what kind of person might come by and steal his laptop. Maybe they could get a hundred bucks for the stupid old thing. Silas didn't let this spoil his good mood. He was busy thinking dirty thoughts about the pretty girl he was visiting. He shook his head as he walked the short distance to her house. The heat was still just as stifling this late, and he was moving as fast as he could without collapsing. When he reached the girls house he saw that she lived in a mansion. It was like a Steven King novel meets the white house. He walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell. He heard nothing, but the door slowly opened and he stepped inside. He didn't notice the door closing behind him, it was so cold in this house it made him feel like a child making snow angels. The girl appeared quite suddenly in the hall before him. She was even more breathtaking when he was wearing glasses. They seemed to show the angelic glow that outlined her body. She led him into a large dining room and he followed like a new puppy. They ate a dinner of turkey and ice cold lemonade that chilled his insides through the warm fuzzy alcohol feeling. Then she asked him if he wanted to come to the bedroom. He sat in mute shock for a few seconds, a piece of turkey hanging from his gaping mouth. He nodded and followed her, feeling numb all over. They got to the bedroom and she removed the sweatshirt she had been wearing revealing a very thin lace undershirt. Near all of her luscious body was visible. He knelt on the edge of the bed she was also kneeling on and she pulled him into a kiss holding his coat. He was lost in the splendor of it all. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander into fields of pink lovetimes. However this was cut short by an blood curdling screech. He fell backwards and opened his eyes. The beautiful girl who had been there seconds before was now a terrifying beast. Rows of saw-blade teeth filled a circular maw that looked nothing if not hungry. A spattering of bloodshot eyes swiveled atop its leech-like body. Insectile leg-arms with sharp looking blades at the end covered its body, acting as arms above ground and legs on it. Had Silas not emptied his bladder before leaving his house it would have been right now. He threw himself toward the door, and on his way felt a massive force clip him in the lower back. He flew through the door smashing into the wall behind with a force that felt like being hit with a truck. Silas would know, having been hit by a few in his lifetime. He struggled to his feet and began teetering down the hallway. The beast burst through the doorway behind him and he turned to throw something at it. The only thing he had were the beers still in the case in his left hand. In his drunken stupor and not wanting to waste it all he took one can from the bag and chucked it like a baseball. It hit the ceiling above the thing and exploded, showering beer upon the wicked monster. Where the beer hit it the thing erupted in festering boils that burst releasing gushes of bloody red puss. How he had ever thought this thing looked attractive he did not know. He remembered he'd kissed it and decided to throw up later. While entertaining that thought the beast lashed out and sliced his chest open with a razor sharp claw. He screamed, being temporarily pulled from his drunkenness. The thing was almost on top of him now and he had an idea that just might work. He shoved the last three beers down its throat. The saw teeth wound around his arm lacerating it, but also puncturing all three remaining beer bottles. The thing groaned and began boiling inside its skin. Then its whole body burst, showering him in viscera and insect bits. He leaned to the size and released a technicolor yawn onto the slop that already covered the floor. He stood after a few seconds and walked out of the house. He didn't even notice the heat as he walked back to his house. He needed a shower, and screw the schedule. He rubbed his glasses, only further smudging the goop on them. Last time he accepted invitations from beautiful women to come for a sleepover.