The Hell Candidate

I opened my eyes. I wasn't dreaming. I was awake. And right beside me, Jennifer was panting and moaning and bouncing up and down on the bed. I stared harder into the darkness, chilled with fright, and against the dim gray light that filtered in through the closely-drawn drapes, I saw an outline on top of Jennifer that made me cram my hand into my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

It was a huge, bulky outline, as dark as sin. But its eyes glowed slanted and orange, like the eyes of a wolf,...