I got the inspiration for this story from that Eminem and Rhianna song, 'Monster.'


Chapter One

I desperately needed a real mattress. Sleeping on an air mattress for a month and a half was not ideal. I had just moved into my new apartment in Seattle and I didn't have any furniture. So, after a while of saving up some money, I decided my first expense was going to be a mattress.

After my last class, I was going to go to the flea market and get a mattress. My last class was biology one, so, if I finished the lab quick enough I could make it to the flea market.

I finished my lab in record time, probably skimming over a few important details but I needed to get to the flea market before it closed. I took a bus to get halfway there then ran the rest of the way. It was 1:30 and the flea market closed at 2:30.

I did make it at 1:45. Hopefully that was enough time to hunt down a mattress. I hurriedly walked up and down the rows of merchants. Some of them would try to lure me over to their booths with an item I had to have. If it wasn't a mattress, I just kept walking.

"Mattresses for sale, good handmade mattresses for sale." A feminine voice called.

I immediately walked to the small young woman. She was wearing a long red bandana around the top of her black hair and sparkling gold on her neck, fingers, wrists, and ears. She reminded me of a typical gypsy in a movie.

"Hi, I need a mattress," I said.

"Ah, yes, beautiful girl needs a good mattress for beauty sleep," she smiled, "Come child, let me show you a mattress that I think will fit you perfectly."

I followed her behind the curtain. It was illuminated by candlelight. An old woman sat in a chair staring blankly at the wall of the curtain. I smiled in her direction but she didn't return it.

"My grandmamma is blind," The young woman answered.

"Huh," I said.

"This is the perfect mattress for you," she gestured, "Made from the softest of fibers, made with a secret technique passed down from my culture. You'll never need another mattress."

"How much?" I asked; personally I couldn't care about how it was made, all that mattered was it was reasonably comfortable and cheap.

"Two hundred."

"Two hundred?" I said, rubbing my hand on mattress, "What about one-fifty?"

"One-eighty."

"One-sixty."

"One-seventy-five," she said, "Take this offer and I'll have my husband drop it off at your home tonight."

"Deal." I shook her hand, taking the deal. If she was offering her husband to bring it by, then I couldn't say no. I'd hate to have to borrow a truck from someone and haul it all the way to my apartment then walk it up the flight of stairs myself.

"Good!" She smiled widely, "You will not regret this."

I nodded and took out my wallet, handing her the money.

"What time should I expect your husband?"

"Seven. He'll be there at seven."


Chapter Two

I was sitting on at my table on my laptop when someone knocked on my door. I looked down at my watch, "7:00." It was that woman's husband with my new mattress.

I opened my door and was greeted by two men holding my new mattress.

"Hi," I smiled.

"We have your mattress." The man said blankly.

"Okay," I said, "My bedroom's right there."

The men walked passed me to the bedroom. It was awkward because they didn't say anything. They dropped the mattress off and then left. I shrugged and walked back to my bedroom.

My new mattress was laying on the center of my floor. I smiled and flopped onto the bed, so relieved to be done with the air mattress. I moved my arms and legs in an angel making motion, feeling every part of the bed. For once since I've moved in here, I couldn't wait to go to bed.

After my shower, I threw my towel into the bin and flopped onto my bed, naked.

"Mmm, this is amazing," I said, feeling the soft mattress underneath me.

The room was dark, a hazy purple smoke covering the floor. I sat up in my bed, looking around. I looked down at myself; I was completely naked. Why was I naked?

My room was suddenly filled with several women, each as naked as I. I gasped and covered myself.

"W-who are you!?" I asked loudly.

"Shhh," the woman closest to me whispered the stroked my hair.

"Who are you?" I demanded, firmer this time.

The woman's lips suddenly attached themselves to my lips, I gasped and tried to move away, but the other side of my neck was caught by another woman. Her lips worked along my neck as well.

"N-no!" I said, trying to push them away, "No."

My eyes rolled back, their skilled lips doing wonders to the sensitive parts on my neck. My arms slowly dropped to the side. I felt more hands on my body, gently rubbing and stroking. My thighs rubbed together as the hot wetness between my thighs began to accumulate.

"S-stop," I said weakly, opening my eyes and coming to my senses.

Someone was sitting at the foot of my bed. It wasn't another woman. It was a man, and his eyes were glowing bright red. He was watching intensely. I was mesmerized by his glowing eyes.

"Join us..." One of the women whispered in my ear.

I gasped, jolting awake.


Chapter Three

What the hell? I mean really, what the hell was that dream about! I furiously rubbed my hands over my face.

I looked over to my alarm clock, '7:00a.m.'

Whoa...

I had slept through the entire night. There's a first. I rubbed my hand over the mattress, smiling. Damn, this was a really nice bed.

As I slid off the bed to shower and get ready for school, I felt something wet between my legs. I looked down, seeing a small wet spot on my bed and wetness between my thighs.

I'd never had a dream like that. Especially not one that I woke up wet. I shook my head and walked into my shower.

A Few Hours Later

I was sitting in class finding it hard to pay attention. This was my English class, usually I was so engrossed in the teacher's lecture that time seemed to fly. But today, I couldn't stop daydreaming about my new bed and that insane dream I had.

I jumped when a hand placed itself on my shoulder.

"Are you coming Bella?" Eric asked, Jessica, Mike and Angela standing behind him.

"Um, where?" I asked, realizing it was the end of class.

"To the coffee-hut. We're going to go work on our English paper."

"Uh, no thanks," I said as I gathered my things, "I'm going to head home."

"Home? It's only 1:00 o'clock."

"Yeah, um, I just a little tired." I said.

"Okay." Eric said disappointedly.

"Sorry, maybe next time."

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked out of the classroom. I felt bad for ditching my school friends, but, all of a sudden, I felt so tired. I just wanted to go home and lay down in my bed. My new bed.

I walked into my apartment and straight to my bedroom. I tossed my backpack aside and flopped onto my bed.

"Ugh, I wish I could just sleep all day, you're so comfortable." I said, snuggling my pillow.

It was dark again, a purple haze filled my room. I sat up and looked down at myself. I was naked once again. I covered myself when the women suddenly appeared in my room. The man who startled me awake was sitting at the foot of the bed. His eyes red. I gasped, staring at him in fear.

"Don't be frightened," The blond haired woman whispered, she pushed my arms away from my chest, "Don't cover up. You're beautiful."

"Wh-what are you... why am I dreaming this? This is a dream right?" I said rubbing my eyes.

"Maybe," she whispered as she started kissing my neck again.

"No, stop," I said, pushing her away. She frowned and reached for me again.

I scrambled away from her but moved against another woman who grabbed me and started rubbing my breasts. I gasped, tried to move away from her but, for some reason her hands felt amazing.

"No, no, stop please," I said weakly.

"But you don't want me to stop," She answered, blowing gently in my ear.

"Y-yes I-I do. Please... p-please stop," I begged helplessly.

"No," she said, her fingers squeezing my nipples hard. I couldn't stop the moan from leaving my lips.

I felt several pairs of hands against my legs and stomach. The other women had moved closer to me and were rubbing me. I fell against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as their fingers drifted along my skin. I gasped when hands separated my lower lips and furiously rubbed my clit.

I gasped awake, my body shaking. My forehead was dripping with sweat. I looked down to see that my thighs were covered with wetness again. I couldn't believe I had had a similar dream and woke up again wet. I looked at the clock.

It was eight in the morning.

What the hell was happening to me?


Chapter Four

I ran into the shower. My morning class was at nine and it took me like thirty minutes to get to campus. I scrubbed my body as quickly as I could then jumped out and jerked my clothes on.

As I put my clothes on, my eyes kept darting over to the bed. I had never had dreams like that before. My head was scrambling.

I basically ran to class as fast as I could. I was a few minutes late and I hated being late. It was embarrassing to have to walk into class late. I blushed as I entered the room, the teacher shooting me a look. I hurried to my seat.

"Why are you late?" Lauren whispered.

"I accidentally slept in." I said as I took out my notes and started listening to the teacher.

After class, I decided to go out with my friends.

"Glad you decided to come out," Mike said as he moved his arm around me.

"Yeah, I needed to relax and hangout." I said.

"Ha, well, we'll be studying so I don't think this counts as relaxing."

"Well I think it's better-,"

"OUCH!" Mike yelled as he fell to the floor.

"Mike are you okay?" Jessica asked, coming to his side quickly.

"M-my arm!" He cried.

I watched as he peeled his jacket off. The bottom of his arm was an angry red and the skin bubbling. I gasped.

"Whoa, it looks like you were burned." I said.

"Oh man," Eric said as he inspected his arm, "You gotta get to a doctor. That's a bad burn."

"What the hell," Mike said, "How did I get burned?"

Jessica looked up at me, "Bella are you burned?"

I felt around my shoulders, "No, I don't feel anything."

"Come on Mike, I'll take you to the hospital," Jessica said as she helped him to his feet.

"Jeez how weird," Eric said.

"Maybe he did it earlier," I said.

"Or maybe he angered a vengeful spirit," Angela said in a low voice.

"What?" I chuckled.

"Oh, ignore her," Eric said with an eye roll, "She's crazy."

"Am I?" She wiggled her eyebrows, "How can you explain that burn?"

Eric shrugged, "Maybe he's having an allergic reaction to something."

"I don't know," Angela said, "There is a world all around us. A dark one full of spirits."

After The Coffee Shop

I got home sometime around six. I needed to eat something before I showered and went to bed. I popped one of my microwavable meals into the microwave and waited for it to beep. I waited for me mac n cheese to cool before scarfing it down like a starved dog.

Once I was pleasantly stuffed, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into my shower, scrubbing my skin.

After a few moments, my stomach twisted and before I could stop what was happening, I leaned over and vomited. All my dinner was now on my shower floor. I rubbed my stomach, thinking that perhaps I was getting a bug or the frozen meal was bad, but, I felt better.

I shrugged; probably wasn't anything to worry about.

I dried my hair then changed into my pajamas, crawling into my bed.

A purple haze covered the floor of my bedroom once again. I sat up and looked down at my body. I was naked. My room was suddenly filled with beautiful naked women, like myself.

"I'm having this dream again? What is up with this crazy dream." I said.

"It's not a dream," The blonde woman with blue eyes said, "It's a reality that'll be coming true soon. You're going to join us here."

"And where exactly is here?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"The other side," she said, "The side that no one can see."

My eyes looked over as the shadowy figure sat at the foot of my bed. All I could see were bright red eyes.

"Who is that? And what exactly is the 'other side."

My head was turned to the blonde woman, "He is our master, you will be his when you're ready."

"When I'm ready? What does that mean?"

Instead of answering, she attached her lips to mine, I tried to pull away but she kept me against her. Her strength was incredible. I felt another body behind me, soft breasts rubbing against my back as fingernails gently scratched my back.

"Stop," I said when I was able to move my lips away from hers.

"No," she answered and shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I was pulled back into a chest. I looked up at a black haired woman with dark brown eyes. She smiled at me then squeezed my nipples. I gasped and tried to jerk away from her but my hands were grabbed and I was forced down.

"No, stop," I said, trembling. I could feel the women holding my hands rubbing them against sopping wet crotches. I tried to pull away, but their grips were iron tight.

I felt a hand against my own crotch, rubbing furiously. My body naturally responded to the friction and I became wet. I gasped, my hips moving back and forth, looking for more friction.

I felt a finger prodding against my opening, just teasing and barely pushing through. A loud snarl made me squeal. All the women looked at the shadowy with red eyes.

"I am not to damage the virgin hole," The blonde woman said as she bowed her head to the figure.

"Just leave me alone," I said, "Please I want to wake up from this insane dream and be normal."

Someone stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, "We love you. We want you." The woman with black hair whispered in my ear.

I squeezed my eyes shut, "Wake up wake up wake up..." I chanted to myself.

I gasped, opening my eyes.


Chapter Five

I looked around my room, the daylight was shining through my windows. I looked down at my body, I was naked, my pajamas thrown to the side. I also noticed the glistening wetness on my thighs and the tingling feeling on my crotch.

My hands pressed against my eyes as I rubbed them, trying to understand what was going on with these strange dreams. I looked over at my alarm clock, '9:57.'

"Oh shit!" I gasped, jumping out of bed. I completely missed my first class.

I hastily got dressed and ran out the door, grabbing a granola bar and a water bottle on my way out.

I was about twenty minutes later for my second class.

"Bella at you alright?" The teacher asked as she looked down at her watch, "You're about twenty minutes late."

"I'm sorry Professor Brown, my alarm didn't go off. I promise it won't happen again," I said as I took my seat.

"It's okay, no harm no foul," She waved it off, "Just please don't be late again."

"I promise I won't."

I took out my notebook and started writing my notes. My imagination got the best of me and I started to doodle on my notes.