Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-30160565-20171203014448/@comment-30700719-20171203133011

The last hour before bedtime pervades my mind as I watch the Succubus walk in. Before she can even talk, the sound of a woman whistling a tune can be heard from the window. She raises an eyebrow and walks over. I crane my neck to see it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The mystic, transparent sight of an elderly man in a cowboy hat, yelling at the top of his lungs in the sky has a rather noticeable effect on the Succubus. She barrels out of the room, arms over her head.