The night sky burns with the warm fires of a pentagram, scorched in a bright inferno across the surface of an orange colored moon. As the iridescent glow fills the Gothic and decrepit living room, a pair of crimson red eyes appears from deep within the shadows…

Two slit vampiric irises dilate wide open, filling with embers of the same pentagram design burning across the moon. As the flaming, inverted stars widen their inescapable hold, a row of knifelike fangs emerge from the dark, my pitch black lips curling into an evil smile. 

"....aahahahaha....AAAAHAHAHAHA....”

My venomous laughter fills your ears as my silhouette rises from the shadows, my razor sharp claws digging into the sofa cushions.  

Tilting my head back and descending into mad cackling, my red eyes glow even brighter, giving in completely to the intoxicating evil which grips around my demonic soul like a coiling snake.

My black lips part as my long tongue emerges, my porcelain skin looking so beautiful and delicate illuminated by the flaming moon. As my laughter intensifies, my razory canines display themselves ready for my next feast. 

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

*Ding-Ding!*

"Ah...?"

Slowly I rise up from the sofa at the sound of a relaxing bell, smoothing out my deep black gown while staring into the large flickering television across the room with a slightly puzzled look. 

"....Oh that's right, I changed the doorbell to be more hangover friendly this year." I chuckle while looking down into a large, pumpkin shaped candy bowl resting on the sofa beside my exposed leg. 

The unwrapped chocolate and caramel swishes around like a sugary ocean, before eight fuzzy tarantula legs emerge….

Beatrice looks to me with her many deeply adorable eyes, the overgrown spider seeming to smile with her chocolate covered fangs. 

My sharp stiletto heels leave a smoking trail as I strut towards the front entrance with a playful shake of my hips, Beatrice crawling onto the sofa and munching her chocolate while I swing the imposing Gothic doors open between a pair of demonic gargoyle statues. 

"MMMNAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Ah, Good Samhain to you as well, handsome! …AB Negative with green pepper?...Oh yes, that's me." Coins jingle and papers ruffle as I dig around in my open cleavage, fixing my hair with my other claws. 

"...There we are! Keep the change sweetheart. And tell your sister I said to enjoy her surgery next week."

"Mmnaaaaa..."

The doors shut, and my smoky heels click as I return, dropping a white, blood stained pizza box onto a long black table before the flickering red television. 

'Seventh Layer Pizza - We Love To See You Damned! (Do Not Tip Delivery Thrall)'

Immediately Beatrice becomes enthralled by the pizza, her spider eyes widening and her fangs dripping with venom, crawling towards the box 

with quick legs and insatiable hunger. 

"Hey, plates and napkins Miss Muffet." I smile while tapping my clawed fingers over my crossing arms.

"And quit flashin’ them ta-tas around, gonna make me jealous agai-......Oh....Hello sexy..."

Now my voice drops into a husky whisper when I finally take notice of you, my smile widening with a wicked laugh as my demonic irises brighten. 

"Why, I've been so busy arousing you these last two years, that I didn't notice you've wandered into my home...What a treat...I was just in the mood for some comfort food.” You feel a cold shiver running up your spine as I lock the front doors with an evil look, the statues on either side of me breathing flames with my passing hands. 

"Oh yes, it's me. Your Countess. The Queen of the Night. The Unholy Empress of Evil. That chick who did 'Serpent Seduction'...I have many names..."

You can see your own frightened reflection in my fiery gaze, and you begin stepping back against the walls as I lick my fangs, noticing how the paintings above seem to follow us with their eyes. 

My hand waves across the air, and a long black cigarette holder appears between my claws, the burning spliff on the end trailing with skull shaped smoke, and I descend back into evil laughter, resting my free claws on my hips. 

"Anyways, remember last year, when I used my sexy dancing to make the dead rise and set the moon on fire?" I gesture to the window, puffing a heart shaped smoke cloud over your face, causing you to feel momentarily drowsy…

"Yeah it was pretty fun....But man I have been blowing up since then." I reach into my bosom, lifting a bright cellphone to my crimson eyes, while a stream of endless texts fills the screen. 

"Sheesh, talk about an invasion of privacy! Makes what I do seem like a routine physical~" 

I giggle as you disperse my smoke, tossing my phone onto the sofa with Beatrice's candy, who now drapes by her web over the pizza box. She uses her fangs to pull it open before they begin to leak venom all over the toppings. 

You watch as the enormous spider drops from her web behind me, swimming in the warm, cheesy pizza with an ecstatic look in her many eyes. 

"So you know, thought I'd just stay in with my girlfriend this year, have a few snacks, watch some horror movies..." 

My claws run across your hair, pulling your face back to me while my endowed and slender body towers above you.

"...Only problem is, I forgot that all television from Hell is just commercials, and I can't seem to get this stupid ad blocking spell to work since the last update."

The world around you suddenly seems to bend, as my claws pull a velvety red book from the concealment of my breasts, the words 'Demonivm Maleficarvm' striking fear into your heart. 

My long talons flip about with a few dark yellow pages of the unholy tome, a faint, mournful cry sounding when I clamp the book shut in my grasp. 

"But I mean come on, just look at this sexy thing. Who needs Barnes & Noble or Skinemax when you've got my personal diary, right?” I present the blasphemous grimoire to your eyes, taking another enjoyable puff from my long smoke.

"There's bound to be all sorts of fun kinky shit to read about in here. And who knows...I may just steal a Halloween treat for myself anyway~" 

As I'm speaking, the world around me begins to darken in your vision, while my captivating red eyes slowly glow brighter, gradually increasing their spell. 

Instantly you feel a desire to stare into my eyes, they're so enticing, so hypnotic, you just can't seem to look away. I set my decrepit spellbook next to the quickly disappearing pizza, but you barely even notice. Not even the giant spider seems to draw your attention, all you want to focus on or think about is my beautiful eyes.

"Yessss....Fall to me, my lovely~" I reach out to gently stroke my claws against your cheek, playfully twirling your hair in my fingers. 

"You are in my power now....You must obey my commands..."

My hypnotic voice seeps through your ears like a sexy, inescapable siren's call, while my burning eyes continue to effortlessly pull your soul into my sweet hellish embrace. 

"Y-....Y-Yess...Count...ess...." You can faintly hear your own voice speaking against your will, sounding so distant and hazy, yet it feels so good to give in and let me have you.

"I am in...your power....I must obey...y-your commands..." You sigh out while your eyelids flicker with lazy sleepiness, unable to stop yourself from surrendering the last of your mind over to my seduction. 

"You want to give me a massage…Then you will return to my coffin for snuggling…” My words echo across your mind with such a playful, teasing whisper. 

I pucker my lips to leave a black kiss mark on your cheek, burning into your skin and filling your sleepy mind with more insatiable desire for me.

"Yes…I will...give you...snuggles....."

“And you love my stories…”

“I love your stories…Especially the TV one…” 

"Aahahahaha!!"

*Ding-Ding!* 

Quickly I spin at the incessant doorbell, my eyes becoming ablaze with angry pentagrams. 

Flames ignite around my clenched fists as the surrounding paintings all nervously glance around with fearful eyes.  

"What?! Who dares to interrupt my trancing?!" 

Beatrice looks up from her pizza, and I follow her eyes to the intricate cobwebs on the ceiling above us…

'SOME BITCH AGAIN'

".....Ah, no it's probably just the wings I ordered!" 

My flames disperse, and with a joyful hum I strut back to the front doors, giving my hair a fluff and my chest a fix before tossing them open…

I'm greeted by a young brunette woman, my irises dilating as they scan across her black off shoulder gown and plush spider toy, clutched in her hands with a long blue pillowcase. 

"Trick or-...Ah!" She retracts herself quickly with a quiet yelp, her eyes opening wide as her heart picks up speed. My fangs reveal themselves in a coy smile, leaning myself closer as the girl stammers backwards. 

"Y-Y-.....Y-You're....You're....H-Her....!"

"Hm.~" With an amused sigh my claws pull a large black witch hat from my chest, tossing it into her bag and ruffling about with her auburn hair. 

"Try not to drunk post as much.~" I give one more glance to her cute little spider toy, closing the doors with a wink as I spin around in place with elated fire in my evil gaze. 

"Now where were we....Ah, yes!" I dance back to the gothic table, retaking the Maleficarvm in my grasp. 

My talons run across its pages before flipping them open, the happy pentagrams in my eyes widening with hellfire as lightning flashes outside…

"Using my English lessons for the dark arts with....."

COUNTESS CARA'S

HYPNONOMICON 

…

‘Where I'm always damned horny!!’

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Bewitching Cara's

TRANCING SHADOWS

...

I quickly touch my fingers to my rosy lips, gasping at the tiny burp I'd failed to stifle. My cheeks blush like crazy while my friend descends into giggles, quickly followed by my own soft laughter. 

"Honestly, I have no idea where you hide it, Cara." Her voice laughs while she touches my open palm.

Our fingers gently lock together, my eyes traveling down from the pretty table flowers to the remnants of a small rotisserie chicken, resting beside a second plate which previously had a mountain of spicy pasta, before neatly stacking the empty dishes onto each other. 

I've just had the most wonderful lunch date with my friend, and we'd even had the entire outdoor seating all to ourselves. The warm afternoon sun was enveloping me in a basking glow, and I take another sip from my soft drink as I watch her finishing her salad.

I giggle once a cute passing waiter takes my dishes, replacing them with a slice of strawberry chocolate cake. Finally I pull my attention away from the empty bread basket to stare into the chocolatey goodness, not a care or worry for how many carbs it had. 

“Mmmmm!!”

My voice hums while using my phone to snap a quick picture of the enticing cake, uploading it to my BewitchingEats food blog, while my friend just looks down to her salad with a disinterested sigh. 

"I think my metabolism is just lightning fast or something." I tell her with a grin, noticing the jealous look in her eyes. 

"Some people get all the luck. You must be blessed or something.” She scowls, watching me devour my cake as if her own healthier meal doesn't exist. 

…

Just a few minutes later and we're getting ready to leave, my voice humming along with a few chirping birds as I sign my name over the receipt. My friend limbers about the small outside table, swatting away a bright yellow bee with an annoyed huff when it travels around her face with a light buzzing. 

It's fun to think I'd started my food blog only a year ago, and I've already blown up in popularity since then. Gazing into the screen with a happy smile, I'm slightly oblivious to my friend as she takes my hand to lead me inside the restaurant. 

"Look! My cake already has 10 likes!" My voice chirps excitedly, showing her my phone screen. 

"Wish I could eat so much and have it all go right to my tits." 

"Wow! You're so classy!" I laugh while fixing my purse over my shoulder, our voices gradually fading into the distance…

…

Birds chirp in the clear sky above, while the bee samples a few of the small flowers on our forgotten table, filling the air with its buzzing, the receipt slightly flickering in the wind and looking like it's about to blow away, before suddenly ceasing all movement. 

Just below my signature is a small, cryptic symbol. I hadn't even realized I was drawing it, I've signed my name so many times it's like entering autopilot, displaying two inverted stars over each other, three lines striking through them in a circle. 

The paper receipt begins to rip slightly as it folds into itself, slowly crumbling into a small wad. Gradually the buzzing comes to a stop, and the fuzzy insect drops from the flower to rest lifeless beside an unfinished salad...

...

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I gently rock my hips along to the soft lofi tempo playing from my phone, relaxing with upbeat music while enjoying the lovely aroma my cooking brought to my kitchen. 

I was busy draining a large tub of pasta, returning it to the stove along with some melting hot tomato sauce, before adding a bit of shredded cheese and chicken breast. 

It's been way too long since I had any time to myself, so today was especially fun. 

After our lunch date we spent the rest of the day watching funny videos and playing with my cat, so pretty much an ideal weekend for me. Tomorrow I'd have to return to work, but I'd much rather spend the whole day relaxing with my friends. 

My office job was easy enough, despite the oppressive hours. The only issue was just how damn hungry I'd get! It didn't matter if I just had a full lunch, the moment I started thinking about pizza or French fries, it was over. 

With my wooden spoon I continue stirring the noodles and sauce together, reaching above the pantry to add a bit more spice. The familiar aroma of delicious pasta now fills my entire house, and I give a happy sigh as I turn the stove off. 

Retrieving my phone I use the cooldown time to snap a new picture for my blog, scrolling through a few reels while the cooling pasta sizzles, enticing me to taste from my peripheral vision.

"...heythere" 

I look up from my phone at the sudden, quick whisper. It was faint and quiet, I could barely make out what was said, but it sounded like a raspy man's voice whispering. 

Quickly I pause my music, setting my phone down and moving the pasta to a cooled burner to quiet the noise.

Hmm...I can't hear anything now. It was probably just the stove simmering, nothing to worry about. My mind has a habit of playing tricks when I'm hungry. 

Luckily I shouldn't have to worry about that much longer. I really loved rotini, especially with some spice and a bit of meat, the recipe is one I've been cooking for ye-

"Cara..."

Instantly my heart freezes inside my chest.

I had definitely heard my name that time, it was unmistakable. I couldn't blame something so articulate on cooling pasta or a settling home, and the thought of an intruder being here with me sank my chest into a pit…

With a nervous breath I begin to step around my kitchen, peeking across the open door to see only a pitch black hallway. My hands clasp as I nudge closer, without my glasses I could just make out the outline of my laundry bin, resting beside the bathroom entrance. 

But besides a few hanging pictures I could see nothing else. The darkness of my home was quite intense, staring into the hallway almost feels like having my eyes closed. 

I could probably doze off like this, if not for the intense dread I feel pitting deep inside my stomach. There was definitely something lingering here, a presence that felt intrusive...

A chill runs up my spine when the darkness seems to expand, slowly creeping down my hallway to envelop more of my home. The pictures are swallowed up by the shadows, and I step back as the darkness moves closer, my heart sinking further as I see two eyes piercing through the black… 

"....Mreoww?..."

My body soon relaxes, and I release a sigh once I see my kitty sticking his head out from behind the bathroom door. He makes his way around the laundry bin, running his tail against my dirty hoodie while strutting closer to me with his giant emerald eyes. 

His little paws pounce onto my leg, and the fluffy black cat stretches up to lick the pasta spoon in my fingers. I give him a smile while shaking my head, resting the spoon by a few other dishes in the counter sink as he gives me another hopeful mew. 

After scratching behind his ears, I begin searching the pantries for those chewies he liked so much. I think enough time has passed for my pasta to cool by now, and the lovely meal quickly chases away my sense of unease...

...

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"Zzzzzzzz...."

My dark bedroom fills with the faint sounds of my quiet and feminine snoring, my face smiling as I slip deeper into relaxing sleep. 

All I could see was the black of my closed eyelids, my body sinking into the soft cushions. With my head resting on a few pillows, I was smiling away in dreamy sleep, content to be blissfully mindless.  

The comforter snuggled over me lifts and falls with each breath I take, feeling like a warm, relaxing hug wrapped over my skin. I was deeply asleep, sporting the widest smile as I lose myself in dreamland…

After finishing my pasta, I had been meaning to take care of the dirty laundry. My sports hoodie especially needed to be washed, and it would be easier to have it go while I slept. 

Only by the time I'd changed my clothes, the pull from my cozy bedroom had become inescapable. I'd allowed myself to fall into its magnetic embrace, just resting my eyes for a few moments quickly led to me dozing off into the deepest, most thoughtless slumber I've felt in ages.

It was bliss to sleep deep like this. I've always had a very active brain, so I longed for mental breaks like these where I could just sleep on unending blissful waves. 

"Zzzzzzzz....."

I'm so deeply asleep, I don't notice when my cat makes his entry, nudging my bedroom door open with his head. 

He releases a few soft meows, strutting around with his perfect night vision, before pouncing on the bed. His head rests beside my socks, licking his furry paws, when his pleasant purring suddenly stops.

The all black kitty leaps back to his feet, hissing to the bedroom corner. His fur stands up while his green pupils dilate, piercing through the darkness with a small growl. 

“Hissss…”

He leaps from my bed and sprints out the door, once a pair of deep red eyes greets him from the shadows. They were unlike any human's eyes, more like two fiery gems that seem to swirl about with lively fire. 

The flaming embers move across my bedroom, making no sound as they slowly approach me, fast asleep and oblivious in my snuggles. I continue releasing only the occasional snore, my closed eyes darting back and forth while the evil presence grows closer...

It seems to bathe my room into a deep, intense shadow, the outline of a tall and sinister looking man emerging from the darkness. The swirling red eyes glow even brighter now, casting a slight illuminate glow over my sleeping face, as the dark silhouette towers above me like a monolith. 

From the top of its head rose the outline of a long tophat, resting between a pair of piercing sharp horns, a misty arm emerging to wave a shadowy clawed hand across my face. It's body was far too long and misshapen to be a person's, examining me in my deep sleep while a snakelike hiss fills the room. 

"Rise my vessel."

The shadow grows larger above me, moving its clawed hand to cup my face. 

Instantly my eyes open wide, my normal blue irises now a deep, vibrant red. They were just like the shadow's eyes, reflecting their crimson hue that soon engulfs my whole vision. 

"Rise my vessel. Now is the hour to do my bidding." The voice was low, yet incredibly commanding, I'd never heard a man speak to me with such authority before...at least, not while fully conscious anyway…

“You are under my command…Your body belongs to me now…”

I give my head a nod as I free myself from the comforter. My only response to the demonic voice is another quiet snore, placing my socks to the carpet and walking across my bedroom. 

To myself it feels like I'm still asleep in bed. All I could feel was this comforting warmth, while a vibrant, pulsing red is all I can see in my dream.

It was almost like a kaleidoscope pattern, so fascinating and hypnotic for my sleepy mind to focus on. I could feel myself dropping deeper and deeper the more it melts and spins...

My gray t-shirt soon comes up over my head, tossed into the hallway and leaving me in just my black silk panties. I reach into my open closet, retrieving a foam exercise mat which I pull out onto the floor. 

With my wide open eyes still burning a bright, fiery red, I lay my naked body onto the mat, raising my hands to my temples and kicking my legs in the air as I sit up repeatedly. 

The horned shadow continues watching me with great interest, it's swirling red eyes matching my own. My body begins to fiercely sweat, my abs burning with each sit up I do, but none of it even registers to me. All I know is the deepest sleep imaginable…

A sinister voice chuckles inside my mind, merging into the dreamy red glow…

...

Two hours later, and I'm now dressed in my hoodie, not even bothered by how obviously it needed to be washed, or how sweaty my aching body is. 

I finish lacing up my running shoes, before standing at attention before the dark presence in my room. The fiery swirls in my dreams intensify once I make mindless contact with its gaze, spinning around endlessly. 

The only light in my room comes from the two hypnotic embers, continuing to flicker their brightness over my spellbound face. With a slightly agape jaw I zip my hoodie up, before marching towards my front doorway. 

"You must do my bidding...You must do my bidding..."

The words echo in my subconscious, stepping through my home while remaining deeply asleep, blissfully unaware of what I'm doing or what's even happening. 

My own legs bring me to the patio, flicking the light off as I step outside. The night wind carries my soft brown hair, and I gaze off into the distant treeline as I begin mindlessly tying it up in a ponytail. 

"You must do my bidding..." 

Soon I'm jogging down the street, no more than a brisk pace at first, but quickly picking up speed the deeper I venture into the night. It didn't matter that I was outside, I could still clearly hear the voice in my dreams, even as my home fades behind me...

…

…

It had to be almost 5am now, the sun slowly creeping over the trees as dawn begins to form. 

Despite the approaching morning, the world was still bathed in intense night, the stars disappearing beneath a mist of gray clouds...

All is calm on my street, only the occasional wind bringing a few orange and brown leaves with its whisper. Soon a pair of bright red eyes begins to pierce through the darkness, appearing just at the corner of my block…

I've been jogging around my neighborhood for the past 3 hours straight, though I remembered none of it. For I felt that I was still fast asleep in my room, despite my body now being drenched in sweat. 

My sprinting becomes a slow walk the closer I get to my home, the occasional snore being the only sound I make. 

Suddenly my street becomes filled with light, once a junky looking Ford turns the corner. 

Their headlights fall directly on my unflinching face, the breaks screeching as they pull up beside me, but I remain deep asleep and oblivious to them.

"Hey! Sweetheart! You need a ride?!" The driver honks. 

My face remains tranquil, while my legs carry me across the sidewalk. I was only a few houses away from my own, I could feel the dark energy pulling me closer like a magnet, only instead of the commanding voice I'd dreamed of earlier, now all I could hear was an angry one. 

"Don't ignore him, bitch! We're talking to you!" 

The car door opens as one of the men rushes me, his leather boots scraping across the sidewalk. He reaches inside his jacket to retrieve a silver glock, holding it up to me as his rank breath hits my face. 

He gives me an amused smirk, grabbing onto my shoulder and pressing the gun into my chest. Only my expression remains the same, blank and mindless, I continue staring through his face with my red eyes. 

He looks into them for a moment, before his own start to open wide, his boots stepping back from me while his body arches. A gasp escapes him as he becomes locked onto my vision, his light brown irises fading into bright red embers…

Suddenly his breathing stops, and he reaches up to grasp at his neck, gasping and gagging while blood trails down from his eyes and nose. His gloved hand trembles as he moves the glock away from me and towards the car, firing off two shots that don't even register to my sleeping mind. 

*BANG* *BANG*

Instantly the car beside us peels away, nearly hitting my recycling as the driver yelps, his shattered window covered with blood. 

One final, pained gasp is all the choking fool can muster before collapsing at my feet, slowly raising the gun underside his jaw, violently convulsing as he desperately fights against his own actions to no avail. 

*BANG*

I continue staring through the early morning dusk in thoughtless oblivion, absent mindedly turning to watch the junky Ford swerving, the screaming driver crashing head on into another parked car…

Despite the loud noise and pained crying I still remain deeply asleep, my own snoring the only sound I can register. I soon pass my own car as I step up the driveway, opening the front door and disappearing inside. 

"Sleep, my vessel. Sleep." 

I collapse into my bed after stripping myself completely naked, unbothered by all the screaming outside, just happy to feel so blissful as my eyes slowly close, and the sun creeps over the trees…

“You have done well for me this night…”

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…

I'm surprised to find the police on my street, especially so early. It was only about 8am, I'd just gotten up so I could take a shower and have my first breakfast, when I noticed all the flashing lights and commotion. 

Apparently there was some attempted carjacking or something gone wrong right outside my home last night, though I hadn't heard a thing. I've always been a very sound sleeper, honestly when I'm deep enough, not even the devil could wake me.

"So, it's just you and this gentleman who lives here?" The young officer in my doorway smiles and gestures to my kitty snuggling in my arms. He seemed far more interested in getting my number than taking an actual report. 

"Oh no, I've got another cat inside. But he's really more of a night owl."

...

After they've left I begin getting ready for work, already feeling my large breakfast fading away in my tummy. Damn it, I was gonna need another snack before I got to the office, not to mention a second breakfast to get me to noon. 

I take a seat in my car, using my keys to turn the ignition and relaxing once the cool air kisses my skin. A quick glance to my phone makes me smile, once I see my breakfast has already gotten a few likes, before placing it inside my purse. 

Still, I couldn't help but feel like I was forgetting something....

"Ah, of course!" I grin, reaching back inside as my tummy rumbles. My fingers travel past a small purple book labeled 'Weightloss With Witchcraft', to bring a sweet chocolate bar to my lips. 

“Mmm! Now some people really are blessed!”