*KNOCK KNOCK*
Jude opens the door... It appears to be a fairly young woman. "Hello."
"Hello?" Jude said.
"It's me!"- She smiles falsely.
He raises a brow. "Who? I don't know you."
"You know. The young girl you met at 'Francis Cafe'. You told me to come over at 6 pm."- She checks her watch.
Jude looks at her with suspense of unrevealed confusion. The young woman in front of Jude stood in a poised, posture of feminine grace. She's wearing a white skin-dress that wraps her body like a blanket. Her hair is long, wavy tones of black. She fiddles with her hair a lot~
"Well? May I come in? You invited me after all."
"You're not who I invited."- He stood there dazed and confused.
"OK."- She pushes past his shoulder welcoming herself into his apartment.
She helps herself around the room to the chair facing in front of her and Jude.
Jude walks towards the woman. "Excuse me-"
"DON'T COME NEAR ME OR I'LL YELL."
She locks her eye-contact with his. "This is my house. GET OUT."
All Jude could think of was the mayhem being created from his world of madness~
He backs away. "What do you mean this is your house? You came to my door! You need to leave.-" He moves a little more towards her.
"If you come anywhere closer to me, I will spread the word that YOU, Jude Liasko, have been attempting to bring a young girl over to his house."
He swallows hard. Feeling confronted~
She begins to take off her shoes. Traveling her fingers to the straps of her dress, untangling them. Revealing her body. She is naked~
"You like, that don't you?"
Jude simply stood there. His mind couldn't process the thoughts he was thinking.
"No?" She speaks. "OK, then."
*KNOCK *KNOCK*
She stands up and skips her way to the door. She opens the door~
It was another girl who looked like the girl who first knocked~
She welcomes the girl who knocked on the apartment door. She is naked~
Jude's eyes widen. Widening with confusion.
Another girl walks through the door. "Get out of my house please!" She is naked too~
More girls walked in. More girls who are wearing revealing clothing.
It wasn't Jude's mind-imagination of fantasies at all. He was quite scared. Scared of the girls who all looked the same~
As more young ladies embrace themselves through the door. They head their own ways around the house to cook, clean, and housekeep, some danced, some cried, and some... Claim to live there now.
Actions have consequences~
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Kodah
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Comments (6)
Love it! Creepy, suspenseful story!
Interesting story 😮 Love it Kodah❤️
This was so scaryyyy! Serves him right! May all the men (or women) who attempt to do stuff like this get this instead. Loved your story!
Great work Kodah! Love reading something different and compelling everytime💜
I enjoyed this. But why did they choose to live there?
Looks bad for him!