Omar Knows a Horror Movie When He Sees It!

Omar burst forcefully through the door into the stairwell, almost tripping himself over in the process, grabbing a handrail he stabilized himself before looking straight down the stair case and scrambling down the steps in a flurried panic.

Omar was often told he had an over active imagination, mostly because he often talked about what would happen if life was a horror film. Something his co-workers didn't appreciate when there was a black out and someone had to go into the sketchy pitch black basement, or wander among the mannequins in the mall in the dark. In fact, it was so bad that usually he wasn't given a radio when patrolling with someone else, like today.

Sadly, today Omar wasn't exaggerating things. He WAS RIGHT. He wasn't supposed to be right, he didn't want to be right, he just wanted his normally fucked up world that didn't make sense! As Omar rounded the landing to skip down to the next floor he almost toppled back as he froze.

There on the landing lay a seemingly **** woman in tattered clothes.

Omar struggled to keep quiet, cursing himself under his breath as he breathed loudly into the otherwise silent stairwell. This could be a trap.

FUCK THAT THIS HAD TO BE A TRAP!!! Look what they did to Elyse! Who knows what happened to Jake. His mind raced through various horror films where innocent bystanders were taken and turned into demonic entities. The Night of Demon films stood out, he half wondered if he continued down the stairs this girl would lash out with claws and a twisted feline face like that nerdy girl in Night of Demons 3.

He glanced up the stairs to the door he had just burst through. There was no pursuit... That meant they didn't need to pursue him. Because it was a trap! Maybe whatever it was he was already exposed to! Could it be a bio agent?

Calm down. He thought to himself. First he had to get downstairs, and seek help. Then figure out what was going on. He sneaked back up to the floor he just exited, listening carefully he peeked through the door as he slowly crept it open to see no sign of anyone. He crept out and looked to the wall next to the door. If it was a trap, it was meant for just one person, and they weren't expecting him to get some signal out for help.

He eyed the fire alarm. Cursing under his breath he looked at its clear plastic encasement, hating the fact he would alert anything lurking near this door to his plans. He tried to focus his panic. Quickly flip the case off, and as quick as the alarm that this alarm was exposed goes off he can pop the one to trigger the fire panel and security board downstairs.

Stopping to focus he could hear Andrew scream Elyse's name down the hall between barely audible moans. He swore his heart was beating so hard it was thrumming in his ear drums, his breathing had calmed slightly, but he had a stair case to storm down and hopefully could do it fast enough to get by whatever it was lying on that landing.

"Okay, 1... 2... 3!" Omar whispered to himself flipping the plastic lid off with one hand and launching his other hand in to hook and pull the actual alarm.

The plastic case klaxon buzzed obnoxiously as Omar lunged himself back into the stair case and zipped down there stairs not pausing to even glance to see if the woman was still lying there, HE HAD TO GET OUT!

As he went to zip past the crumpled, partially clothed woman over the silence of the general fire alarm not having gone off he heard her voice.

"Hel...p me... They got my husband." Omar didn't know why he paused. Everything screamed it was a trap, why was he even able to hear her? Where was the fire alarm?

With sudden speed he found himself pinned up against the wall, his momentary pause on that landing to look at her and her call for help all that Karla had needed. Her one hand pinning his throat having already taken on its lupine clawed form as her skin seemed to darken with her pelt bristling in.

"I was hoping for Eric, you see I and." Karla began before suddenly being interrupted.

"FUCKING SHIT! HELP! WEREWOLF!" Omar began screaming at the top of his lungs, flailing helplessly against the demonic strength holding him.

Karla glance down to the next landing, grinning wickedly as she saw the continued advance of a darker tone of grey, as the Idol's corruption slowly consumed the hotel, making it it's own.

"Honey, this isn't what you think." Karla tried to interject as Omar gasped to scream for help for what was now the third time. His screaming growing as an annoyance to the hyper sensitive hearing Karla had gained from her transformation.

As Omar gasped to make his fourth call for help he found his face muffled into the nicest pair of tits his head had ever imagined being pressed into. He felt his pants get ripped open and struggled in an increasing panic and he felt Karla grab hold of his oddly erect cock considering the situation.

"Sshhh... I'm doing you a favour, you're going to want this." Karla murmured into his ear, looking up the to next landing where a deep chestnut brown woman groped a breast looking down.

Chrissy's marriage had always been a sham. It was her step to security in life. Her husband was foolish and ultimately seduced into their marriage, his silver spoon becoming hers should he every choose to ditch her. After the wedding she kept leading him along, like a little puppy. Such a good little puppy that he even helped to try hiding her foolishly when the creatures came for them.

Chrissy smiled down at the wolf woman, stroking the blonde hairs hanging onto the side of her neck from the ridge where they all sprouted from. Chrissy was still getting used to the new sensitivity of her new form, and how her ears now sat atop her head. She fondled the new mass of her chest and hummed with delight tweaking her nipple. What she wouldn't do to get someone to suckle her.

Karla lapped her tongue at the new addition to the herd, she hadn't bothered with getting names. Names didn't matter, she was one of them, and likely a great fuck waiting for later. "Who else do we have around? This one's a fighter."

"You're to bring him back up, apparently they're saving someone for you at the other end of the floor." Chrissy replied, half hopeful that she could partake in bringing this new soul into the fold while the wolf harlot addressed whoever was waiting for her.

Suddenly Omar fell limp pinned against her chest. "Fuck!" Karla couldn't believe she strangled someone to **** with her tits, well she could, but they needed to add new souls to the Idol, not remove them from the equation! In a panic she dropped him to the floor looking to the horse woman with concern. "We need to corru..."

Omar sat muffled struggling for breath firmly held between a werewolf woman's breast. He fought the craving to nibble on them, or to seek out a nipple, HE HAD TO ESCAPE! How could he think of playing with these breasts! He heard muffled talking and decided there was only one chance. She was distracted, and it worked for opossums.

Omar let his whole body fall limp.

He felt the hold on his body loosen, shift, and then release him to drop on the floor. As he heard her begin addressing whoever else was there he bolted past her.

He cried out in pain as a clawed hand trying to grab him scratched across his back as he made it to his feet and began racing down the stairs haphazardly three or four steps at a time. With six strides he had already made the other floor, bolting out of the stair case and racing for the service stairs mid floor.

In his mind he wondered what part of the werewolf mythos held truth. Obviously these ones didn't need night, never mind a full moon. But more important was whether the tales of those scratched turning were true. And how long he had, if it didn't already have him.