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the taste for those “things” became cravings. There was no way for me to be open to Shannon about the things I was doing. Fearing my depravity would utterly destroy her, I lived a double life. Living this way, out of view, gave me the illusion my actions were devoid of consequences. I was tragically mistaken.
    One day, while I was wasting time at work in one of my favorite chat rooms, I was contacted by a new member. The members handle, “ Flesh_Lover ”, sparked my interest to say the least. We hit it off and private messaged each other the rest of the afternoon. Just as I was about to log off to go home, I got an invitation to a party that very night. Party favors (I was hoping blow) and group sex was all I needed to hear. Within seconds, I was on the phone with Shannon giving a lame excuse for working late. When I received the time and directions, out the door I flew. It hadn’t occurred strange to me the ease at which I received the invitation/address from this complete stranger.
    The directions led me to a seedy apartment complex. Always preserving my privacy, I parked a block away and walked back. The complex was two stories with a gated courtyard. Apartments were on the left and right, at the opposite end was another gate probably leading to an alley. It was already dark as I walked through the dimly lit courtyard. The place was probably something to behold when it was built. Now it consisted of patches of crabgrass surrounding a concrete fountain. The fountain’s base was full of dirt; it probably hadn’t had water in it for over twenty years.
    Most of the porch lights were off so it was hard to read the numbers on the door. The unit I was looking for sat just to my left under the stairs. As I knocked I felt a rush of excitement, not knowing who was going to answer the door thrilled me. The woman who opened the door was less then stimulating but somewhat expected. She was on the other side of middle age. Her hair was bleached, thin and frizzy with dark black roots. Her face had that “older than it should” look. She wore a tattered robe with purposely exposed low hanging cleavage. The worn looking woman invited me in.
    She introduced herself as Sarah. I lied and said my name was John. Since she looked like a hooker, using that name struck me as funny. The apartment was dark and sparsely furnished. The carpet was dingy and covered in stains. A pungent odor hung in the air, a very bad odor. I should have turned then but it was the dirtiness that I liked. “You’re the first here, I’m sure the others should be showing up soon.” Sarah said.
    She was playing with her robe with one hand showing me how lose it was. Her teasing was working, any hesitation I had was disappearing. “How about an appetizer while you wait?” Sarah then turned and walked down a hall towards the bedroom.
    Looking back, I can’t believe I was so stupid, but a different lust blinds me now. She was waiting for me at the end of the hall by the bedroom door. When I got there she put out a hand gesturing for me to go first. As soon as I opened the door, that smell became rancid and overpowered me. I turned to ask what was going on. I was speechless when I saw the face before me had changed. Her eyes had become completely black, her jaw elongated. A wicked grin exposed needle sharp teeth with serpent like fangs on each side.
    I tried to push past her but she threw me into the room like a child tossing their teddy. I landed hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of me. In the room, I saw where the smell had been coming from. The closet doors were missing. Inside the closet stacked on top of each other were the remains of her previous meals. She was on me before I could move, her talon like fingers puncturing the flesh of my biceps as she held me down. Then she raised her head presenting that ghastly smile, ready to tear into my neck.
    I begged for my life, going on about my wife and kids who I thought I’d never see again. This