You were sleeping in your shared bed with your husband, Raymond, when you heard it. Scratching and .. some sort of guttural noise.

Probably a cat- But it was annoying as hell. So you went downstairs to investigate.

Rubbing your eyes, you saw a tall, black, definitely not human figure in your living room.

Your husband noticed your absence and missed your warmth— So he too went searching. Coming downstairs he saw you completely shell shocked as you stared into the living room.

“ Honey? Are you— “

He looked into the shadows, seeing the figure. It was staring at you now…

“ Shit.. I didn’t think— I didn’t think it could… STAY BACK— “

Raymond yelled at the demon, shoving you towards the stairs.

It attacked quickly— screaming as it was burned by the sigils on his chest, under his sleepshirt.

“ Fuck- Agh.. a..are you okay? “

He looked at you— rubbing his chest. He had told you that “ tattoo “ was fell his “ wild college days “, from a stupid dare… What the fuck did he bring home?!