Sleep in the old room?

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Sally didn't enjoy feeling scared of something that happened so long ago. She was only a kid at the time and now that shes a grown up!

"I'll sleep in the room then, I'll show you papa! I'm not some baby anymore!" Sally huffed then turns, stomping away and with every step those soft squishy yet firm breasts of hers jiggled and shook in such a memorizing way. Meanwhile her father could only laugh as his pouty child as she rushes out bravely to prove him wrong.

"No matter how much you grow, still a child at heart I see. Bwahaa!" With that her father leaves for the kitchen to whip up their breakfast, proceeding to head out afterwards. Meanwhile Sally has reached the hallway and stood at the far end where a dark and rather beaten up door with a small wooden door tag was placed on the top. It reads her name written in ivy chalk which she made for herself when taking this room. She took a deep breath before reaching for the knob, her palm felt sweaty for some reason. Perhaps due to the humidity kicking up in the air? Slowly she pushes the door forward as it creaks open, the room itself was a little dusty and dark. The curtains to the room was shut and some of the furniture was moved against it, making it hard to open and shed some light in.

"It's fine Sally, it's fine.." she quietly prompts herself before taking her first step, the floorboards creak beneath her weight but it was normal for a room that's been abandoned for quite sometime. The air inside this room felt unnaturally cooler, which was relaxing for someone like Sally who sometimes seeks to take refuge from the heat when the sun it's at its highest. "Ehee.. it really feels good in here!" Sally finds the room was just as she left it with the exception of her items and furniture no longer there, replaced by a few old mattresses resting against a wall, a wardrobe and few pairs of stools. There's the old velvet couch from the living room, the poor thing has seen better days. After a good dusting. She plops her fat juicy rear on the couch seat from the far right and sinks back. Her smooth bare back pressed comfortably against the backrest as she smiles.

"See.. what were you so scared of Sally?" She finds herself staring up at the ceiling where a few cobwebs hang loosely. After a few minutes she starts to feel the drowsiness kicking in and yawns while reaching across to pull one of the old couch pillows to her lap. After a few slaps she tossed it against the other side of the couch armrest and scooted closer. Her head sinking down into the softness of the old pillow as soon she finds herself drifting asleep.

Half an hour passes and suddenly the door to the room slowly closes on itself without a hint of a passing wind. The knob turns so that it makes no noise when shutting itself.

Sally seems comfortable laying on her side as she shifts and turns slightly so that her breasts were facing up. Her plump body looked so defenseless, part of her nipple was popping out from the right strap as the fabric of the overall squeezes her plump body with the awkward position she was napping in. It's then that a sudden croaking is heard from within her old closet, the sliding door slowly inching open as long, lanky pale fingers poke out. One by one each finger grasp the side of the door until slowly pulling the door open. Within the darkness of the closet, a long pale creature was lurking, it's croak getting seemingly louder and yet no matter how loud it was, Sally shows no signs of waking up. Its body was malnourished and long, you can see his ribcage as well as his hip bones. Whenever he croaked, a long grotesque tongue similar to a serpents sprawls out with dirty fluids coating the entirety of the tongue. His teeth were yellow and crooked, his hair dark and long enough to reach his hips. Probably the worst feature to mention was the dick hanging between his legs, it had a thick layer of foreskin covering it's length and quite the moldy smell protruding off it. It probably looks like it hasn't been washed in decades, so much cheese must be hiding under the flabby skin and one can only image the sickness it could bring if stuffed in the wrong places.

The croaking creature has to reach down and pull himself out from the closet due to its lanky size, his feet were so unkept most of the yellow nails seemed to outgrown and curved, luckily he didn't have much hair but on a pale boney body like that. It wouldn't make much sense if it did. The creature slowly steps closer and closer, Sally's breathing was calm and soft until the creature stood only a few inches away from the couch itself. It's then that her face scrunches up at the putrid smell, it made her nose sting as her body **** had to open its mouth so that it didn't have to deal with its foul stench when sleeping. This causes her warm breath to gently reach the ghoul like man who let out a disgusting moan when feeling her warm breath tickle his skin.

The creature suddenly reaches out, his long boney pale fingers moving closer towards Sally's bountiful chest. His dark wrinkly eyes were in trance as he saw those big orbs slowly rise up from the constant soft breathing she was making.