Ally Spends the Night Alone

There was too much to think about... and Ally was too tired. She wandered the halls for a few minutes more, almost hoping to bump into someone she knew. Would Kate be out looking for her? Would Jenny be off exploring and come find her? Would Ruri decide that, maybe, she wanted Ally to stay after all? Ally thought all of those possibilities unlikely. She didn't know why being at Scream House would change anything, why her new appendage would make her better... She was still herself, still Allyson, still a little loser who no one really cared about.

The truth hurt. But that's the thing about the truth -- it always hurts. Otherwise it wouldn't be called the truth, Ally thought. It would be called something nicer. Something more like a dream.

She opened the door to her childhood bedroom and slipped inside. Everything was just how she remembered. The wooden walls, covered by pink wallpaper so thin you could still see the holes between the planks. Her bed, with more than a few old stuffed animals across the headrest, somehow clean and pristine as the day she last left them. She didn't even have any new clothes with her. They were all in the master bedroom, still, with Kate. But Ally found in an old cabinet an oversized sweatshirt that she changed into, though all of her old underwear was too small to fit her now.

She laid down in bed, wrapped in her oversized sweatshirt. Was she really that bad? So bad that no one wanted her? Not even her sister? She made one, little mistake...

Out of habit, she reached her hand to the drawer of her bedside table, where she'd kept her diary since she was a little girl. Ally knew it wasn't there anymore; she knew that she always took it with her when she left. Still, habits were heard to break. She pulled open the drawer and reached inside -- feeling, to her surprise, the soft cover of a book. It couldn't be her diary, she knew that, but then what else could it be?

She pulled from the drawer a black, leather-bound book that reminded her of then kind of Bibles they keep in hotel bedrooms. Her fingers brushed across the cover, but she saw no title, no indication of what might be inside. Carefully, she pried open the book's cover and saw, inscribed into the first page, a dedication:

For My Dearest Granddaughter, Allyson.

Ally's eyes shook as she stared at the dedication. She couldn't tell if she was crying or not. Of course someone cared about her, she realized. The person who brought her here in the first place. And if her grandad loved her... then maybe other people could too. Maybe she wasn't so hideously unlovable... maybe... She kept reading.

I hope you find this early in your journey of retaking Scream House, where it can do you the most good. I bring you good tidings from the beyond, wherever the beyond is. I am sure I am happy in my ****; I have always made it a point to be happy wherever I go, and the underworld -- or dark world or upper circles or wherever the hell I may be -- will be no exception.

But you, my dear, dear granddaughter, your journey is only beginning. I have already warned you of the Church and the Syndicate; I do not know if you've met any members of either group yet. If you have, I trust you've found them interesting, to say the least. The words I give you here are a warning not concerning the mortal members of this house, but the immortals. Those beings that have been dear friends to me throughout the years.

Three greater spirits live in Scream House, among a dozen or so lessers. The greater spirits are the capital "D" Demons -- everything lesser is some ghost or monster you've read about in story books. The lesser spirits are important to know about, but they won't bother you unless you bother them. Stay away from the dungeons until you're prepared for that.

The three greater spirits have all agreed to lend you assistance when you are in need, dear Allyson. Perhaps one or two have already reached out to you. I call them: The Queen, the Scientist, and the Angel. Make no mistake, all three are Demons, just cut from different cloths. But they are also like family to me, and they can be like family to you too, if you let them.

On your first day of the trial, seek them out, especially if you've brought with you no other allies. They will keep you safe, I promise.

And... one last thing, Allyson. Though it is a bit awkward for me to relate, speaking truthfully. The house has... interesting magic in it, especially for a Scream. Our bodies are overly sensitive to the energy of the manor. It will... keep you in a near-constant state of arousal, put in laymen's terms: You will always be horny in this house. As will any family members you've brought with you.

If the energy builds up within you, it will begin to affect your mental state: mood swings, uncontrollable actions, you may even lose yourself entirely. You will need to cum frequently if you hope to keep your head.

Ally almost laughed at her deceased grandfather's words, but couldn't deny the truth in them. Already her girlcock was straining against her panties once again... a small dribble of stickiness spilling onto her clothes. Should she just wrap her hand around herself and get herself off, once and for all?

Or... Grandpa said the curse affected all family members... meaning Kate, right now, was having the same struggle as Ally was... That would be one way to make up, wouldn't it? Ally wondered. At the very least, she would have to explain to Kate what Grandpa's book told her... so she should go visit Kate, shouldn't she? Just to tell her. Not to do anything else...

Or she could just stay in bed, hoard her secrets. Fuck her hand until she ruined her childhood bed with her sticky, dirty cum...