Phantom Chained

Chapter 22. Nice boobs . Ingrid.

I wanna eat something...

But for that, I need to go down to the kitchen which is occupied by mom and Olaf. They've been copulating for more than an hour now, and I can't exactly just stroll past them.

Olaf's mouth is filled with numerous slices of ham, most of which are dropping straight into mom's back. One piece stubbornly refuses to drop, even as Olaf takes a swig of beer. It's probably hanging onto a tooth or something. The so-called vegetarian has almost finished all of our meat. I managed to sneak a few sausages into the basement, hopefully he won't sniff them out.

The empty beer bottle loudly drops to the floor, rolling over and joining the mountain of others.

It's all the incubus' fault, he's making all of us act weird by emitting something or hypnotising us or... I don't know, I think but moments later I don't remember what I was thinking about or how I was thinking at all. My brain is just a pot of lobsters that are barely moving. Half-boiled. Pink.

Speaking of half-dead things, I wonder how mom is holding up. She doesn't look the best; her breathing is rough, her legs are sliding all over the leather couch and her body is covered with sweat, with beads of it dripping from her pointy tits. It must be hard to have boobs that big. She got them done last year. They're nice. Much better than her natural ones. I'll get mine done when I'm her age too.

But the chances of me living to forty are pretty low. I'd love to at least live to see the next day. How many of them have passed since the pseudo-Johan appeared? Don't remember. I creep along the house like a ghost, trying not to be seen by either the busy couple or the demon. At least it stopped with the orgasms. The incubus doesn't ever leave my room, but I guess it makes sense since it doesn't sleep or eat. Just drinks beer. And stares at the screen. It pulled the blackout curtains over so the room is always dark. The air inside is stale and smells of beer, sweat and piss. Maybe with a hint of faeces. I don't come in there anymore, I sleep in the living room. And when my parents get the romantic urge to fuck there, I escape into the basement or sit on the stairs, like I do now, and wait for them to pass out.

Were the lights always bright? Now they are flickering... dimmer, then brighter... too bright! Dimmer again... too dark, I can't see!

A loud shriek comes from my room. In the next moment, I get a strong push in my shoulder, followed by a horrid stench. Banging and yelling continues down the stairs. Looks like the demon tripped over me and is now angry.

I see the flame of a lighter and then the room becomes slightly brighter. Olaf had the right idea to light a candle. The incubus is screaming and Olaf is wandering around the kitchen naked, looking for presumably more candles. Found them.

Incubus and Olaf promptly run to the basement. Well, well... let's see if they fix anything... Ahh!

The light switches on for a moment but with such intensity that all the light bulbs burst.

The sound of glass breaking and a thick smell of burning electricity come from the basement.

Now both men are screaming.

Maybe they didn't manage to fix it, after all.