A couple hours later...

Marissa comes to a couple of hours later, the house still dark. Groggy and disoriented, Marissa assumes what had just happened was a terrible, horrible nightmare. Still, she feels her panties caked in her own urine, and gets up to change in the bathroom.

As her mind sharpens, Marissa elaborates on the fiendish dream. "What the hell have I been smoking?!" Marissa thought amusingly. "And why the fuck did I wet myself?! Must be the scares from the new surroundings."

After changing, Marissa went back to her bed to check for wet spots on the mattress. But before she could even reach the mattress, the fiery short chick noticed something was very wrong. At first, she had no idea what was missing, until one final look at the floor confirmed her fear.

"The bear rug is gone..."