I had been living in fear for as long as I could remember. Every night, I would lay awake in bed, listening to the creaks and groans of the old house I lived in and imagining all the potential robbers that could be lurking in the shadows.
The fear was always there, but I never expected it to become real until one night when I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs. Instantly, my heart raced and my mind was filled with terror. I was sure robbers had broken into my house!
I stayed still, hoping against hope that the noise was just an illusion, but then I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart beat faster and my skin crawled with fear. I had to get away!
Just as I was about to make a run for it, a dark figure appeared in the doorway. It was a woman with long black hair, pale skin, and glowing red eyes. She was beautiful, but there was something sinister about her that filled me with dread. I knew immediately that she was a succubus.
The succubus advanced towards me, her eyes glowing brighter with each step. I could feel her evil presence closing in on me, and I knew that if I stayed another moment, I would be lost forever. So, with one last desperate cry of terror, I ran.
I ran until my legs gave out, but I never looked back. Eventually, I made it to safety and the succubus was gone. But to this day, I can still hear her voice echoing in the depths of my mind, and the fear of robbers still lingers in my soul.