There’s a presence in the attic, malevolent, waiting. When Bennie’s aunt passes away, he’s given the task of sorting her things before the estate sale. But the chore that should have been a pleasant visit to the past becomes a nightmare for him and his longtime lover Jordan as the dark presence in the attic seeks a new home in them.<br><br>Their once gentle and sensual love turns to a dark passion, hard and rough and hurtful. Jordan sees the change, but will his love be strong enough to save them?

Costumes

“Stay here, hon. I’m going to—”


Jordan stared at Bennie’s impassioned face, fighting the urge to fuck him senseless then and there. He ran a shaking hand over his hair. What the hell was going on? Bennie had never been timid in his life, and here he was clinging to Jordan like some helpless damsel in distress. Fuck


“Knock it off,” he muttered and jerked his arm out of Bennie’s hands. Ignoring his whimpers, he stood and walked out from behind the dresser.


“Where are you, asshole?” he called out, clutching the cane in both hands like a bat. Of course nothing answered, and he paced the length of the attic, his gaze searching the shadows. He sniffed the air. No stench of rotting flesh, so he didn’t have to worry about the living dead.


Chapter 4