The Visitor
Chapter 1
by ThrillHoe
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Grace Cheriqui was exhausted as she stepped off the bus and walked towards the apartment building. The eighteen year old high school senior felt like she was being run ragged by the stresses of her final year in high school and transition into adulthood. This wasn’t helped by the tragic and extremely distressing last couple of years either.
It started when her father died from a heart attack while on a business trip. It was sudden… but truthfully not unexpected. He was a workaholic who had never once in Grace’s memory taken a vacation or break and pulled constant all-nighters at the office despite the doctor’s warnings. So when he collapsed at work after poring over a very important client’s assets no one had been surprised.
But it didn’t mean it hadn’t been distressing.
She still had nightmares about receiving the news of his death and seeing her mother collapsed on the floor weeping as her uncle, the one who had delivered the bad news personally, tried to comfort her. Then there was the funeral. The funeral was terrible! It had been the first (but not the last) time that Grace had ever had a panic attack. Seeing her beloved dad, who had always been so busy and active, motionless and still inside the casket had been too much. She had collapsed and everything afterwards was a blur until she woke up in the hospital.
Then the money issues started. Without Dad around the family couldn’t support itself on her mom’s meager paycheck. Not in this economy anyway. So compromises had to be made. The family home was sold and they moved out of the nice neighborhood into an ugly apartment whose hallways smelled like cat piss.
Which was strange because there were no cats anywhere nearby!
The move also meant changing schools and while her former school wasn’t exactly the greatest it was still a school you’d want your child to attend… and more importantly it had been where her friends were. Friends she had known since childhood were all gone and now she was almost entirely alone in a chaotic school that was one of the worst public schools in the country. Her only “friend” (if you could call her that) was Jordan, the goth student very into the occult and supernatural. It was rare Grace saw her not reading some book about vampires or ghosts. But her and Jordan’s relationship was less friendship and more they were fellow outcasts that tended to sit alone together.
Then there were the typical stresses of high school that weren’t just related to her lack of friends. Like her body image. Grace’s dark hair was frizzy. It was always frizzy. She couldn’t straighten it no matter how hard she tried and it was always a tangled mess. Her vision was terrible and with that vision came ridiculously big and stupid looking glasses that she hated. But her attempt at contact lenses had gone disastrously when she tried. Her eyes got horribly irritated from them which meant she’d had to go right back to the glasses less than a day after trying them.
Her teeth weren’t great either. Sure, she had never had a cavity in her life and they were well taken care of. But they were also… a bit crooked. Braces had been out of the question due to their financial situation and that meant that in the rare moments she did smile she didn’t show her teeth. The rest of her fared little better. Her lips were too thin and she had horribly acne scars and her nose. God how she hated her nose! It was a bit too big, looked crooked (despite never being injured to her knowledge) and made her feel like an ugly witch.
And of course, what caused her the most grief. Her lack of boobs. She was thin as a stick and completely lacking in any and all curves.
The only thing she really felt any satisfaction for was her skin tone which was a nice dark complexion owing to her Shepardic jew and spanish ancestry.
She wished she looked like her favorite streamer KelpieKasey. The current number one streamer in the world who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere a year ago. The streamer’s luxurious, flaming red hair and pale skin combined with the perfect number of freckles on her face and chest had made Grace so envious of her. Let alone her piercing green eyes that were so hypnotic. Or her massive breasts and fit body that seemed to defy physics…
Not that Grace was gay (she wasn’t) but the streamer’s confidence and look were something she desperately wanted.
Though she did have to admit. When she tuned in to Kasey talking about the occult or reading creepypastas (things she personally was not into. Under normal circumstances it was too scary for her. But… Kasey) she felt a little thrill from her sexy voice and didn’t really mind the subject matter at all.
She finally reached the apartment building and pinched her nose as she walked up the creaky steps to the third floor. The elevator had been busted pretty much the entire time they had been living here and she doubted it had ever worked. …But at least the walking was good exercise. As she walked she continued thinking about KelpieKasey and how mysterious she was.
She only streamed at night. Which wasn’t a big deal, really. But you’d think a streamer as mega popular as her would be streaming constantly and yet… she was only online in the dead of night. Sure, she did the typical content creator things like commentary videos and reaction vids usually about debunking fake supernatural videos or talking about unsolved mysteries all in tight fitting or revealing outfits of course but… It was also rare that she did collabs with others. Despite the fact that she was literally the number one streamer in the world right now.
Which had led to a few conspiracies that Grace herself didn’t really believe. The number one theory being that KelpieKasey was some kind of deep fake AI and not an actual real person. Grace didn’t believe it because Kasey was just too… real. Her voice. Her perky attitude as she talked about the life of Alestair Crowley. Everything about her was just something an AI couldn’t replicate.
She finally reached the third floor and was surprised to see that the door was unlocked and she heard her mother inside. Strange. She was usually working this time of day. In fact, it was rare Grace ever saw her mom until the evening hours. It had gotten to the point her mother felt more like a stranger that she barely had any strong interactions with. Positive or negative. She was never around and Grace was left to fend for herself for the most part.
“Mom?” She asked as she stepped inside.
“Oh! Hello, Grace!” Her mom, Mary, said. “You’re just in time!” She was standing near one of the windows and putting heavy blinders on it. “Help me put this up would you?”
Grace stared in confusion, also noticing a pile of thick curtains that must have cost a fortune at her mother’s feet. What was going on?
“Oookay.” Grace said as she walked over and helped her mother. “Is something happening?” She looked at her mom with concern. Like Grace, the last couple of years had not been kind to her. She was still a pretty woman having only had Grace when she was twenty-two and was only barely a day over forty. But the stress had taken its toll. Wrinkles and frown lines had crept into her dark skin and there were hints of crow’s feet around her eyes.
“Oookay.” Grace said as she walked over and helped her mother. “Is something happening?” She looked at her mom with concern. Like Grace, the last couple of years had not been kind to her. She was still a pretty woman having only had Grace when she was twenty-two and was only barely a day over forty. But the stress had taken its toll. Wrinkles and frown lines had crept into her dark skin and there were hints of crow’s feet around her eyes.
Truthfully Grace worried about her. Her own mental health had been suffering as shown by her panic attacks and she feared that her mother dealt with the same issues but was far too prideful to admit it.
“Your Great Aunt!” Mary said, looking at Grace with a manic expression that was frankly terrifying. “She will be staying with us for a few weeks!”
Grace blinked. “Great Aunt?” She was completely flabbergasted. Like many students she had done a project cataloging her family tree. She had also met every living relative at her father’s funeral. There was no Great Aunt Alice!
Mary saw her daughter’s expression and laughed shrilly. “She’s a bit of a recluse! But she really wants to see you, Grace!” She smiled widely. “Help me with the curtains, please? Aunt Alice has a few health issues and she says sunlight gives her terrible migraines. The poor lady is over eighty years old and her eyes just can’t handle it anymore.”
Grace nodded. Slowly. As she helped her mother put up the curtains even as she felt the creeping anxiety and fear envelop her. Her heart was racing. Was her mother having a breakdown?
Grace nodded. Slowly. As she helped her mother put up the curtains even as she felt the creeping anxiety and fear envelop her. Her heart was racing. Was her mother having a breakdown?
She tried to keep her panic under control and mostly succeeded as they worked to cover each and every window in the apartment with the curtains and blinds.
“There!” Mary said, beaming as they covered the final window in her bedroom. The room was now completely devoid of any natural light with everything outside being blocked out. “Aunt Alice will be so happy!” she wobbled drunkenly as she sat on the nearby bed and rubbed her forehead. She looked so exhausted. “I’m sorry Grace.” she said. “You must think I’m losing it…” she shook her head, her eyes still looking dazed as she talked. “I’ll explain. Your cousin Charlotte called today and…”
Grace nodded slowly. She did not have a cousin named Charlotte. In fact, she didn’t know anyone named Charlotte!”
“She called and said Alice was ill and that she really wanted to see you. She said she was willing to come all the way down from New Orleans and stay for a few weeks and I agreed. It seemed so important that Alice got to visit. She’s… she’s very old after all.”
“Mom…” Grace started to say how insane this was. That even if her Great Aunt Alice and Cousin Charlotte were real there was no way this place was appropriate for a frail eighty year woman. The stairs alone would be impossible for her!
“I know it’s sudden.” Mary said. “But… could you spend time with Alice, please?”
Grace was starting to feel like she was on the verge of hyperventilating. She could feel the walls closing in. Her heart was racing. Oh… oh god! She needed to talk to her mom. She needed to talk sense into her but… but.
She nodded frantically. “Sure! Sure! Whatever you say, mom!” She said, trying to force her own smile.
Mary smiled. “Good! I’m going to lie down for a bit… Could you clean the place up a little? Charlotte will drop Alice off tonight and I’d like for our guest to feel at home.”
Grace, knowing full well there would be no “guest” tonight just nodded sadly. “Sure, mom. I’ll get right on it…”
And she did. She spent the next several hours obsessively cleaning the apartment until it was practically sparkling not because of some “Great Aunt” she knew that didn’t exist but to try and keep herself calm and collected by doing mindless work. It hadn’t worked. The only thing that had changed was that now she was exhausted and anxious. It was around the time she was mopping the kitchen floor that she felt her chest tightening and her breathing becoming labored yet again as she felt herself starting to panic. What was she going to do about her mother if she really was having a mental breakdown?
There was a light knock on the door and Grace squeaked in alarm. Who was at the door at this hour!? It couldn’t be…
She heard her mom squeal in delight from her bedroom. “Grace! Aunt Alice is here! Could you answer the door for me while I get ready?”
Grace’s anxiety was not at all improved by this. She felt the world spinning, things getting blurry, she was on the verge of passing out. This was way too much. Everything was colliding together in the worst possible way. How would her mother react when there was no Aunt Alice at the door? …How would the person at the door react to it?
Who was the person at the door in the first place
She grabbed her stomach and gagged racing to the sink as she started dry heaving. “Get ahold of yourself, Grace.” She muttered as she turned the faucet on to give herself some white noise. A trick she had learned online to help with anxiety and took a deep breath.
There was another knock, louder this time.
“Grace!” Mary said. “Are you there?”
“Y-yeah!” Grace responded by turning the faucet off as she left the kitchen and went towards the door. Her body was trembling but she had to do it and get this over with. She placed a shaking hand on the door knob and turned it. Completely forgetting to check the peep hole to see who was actually out there in her rush to get this over with.
She opened the door. “Hel–” her eyes went wide as she found herself staring right at someone’s massive cleavage. The breasts were perfect. No blemishes at all on their pale skin and there was a crimson red diamond that had the envious position of being able to dangle between them.
“Ah!” said a feminine voice with a delightfully French accent. “You must be Grace!” Grace suddenly found herself enveloped in a hug, her face thrust right into that cleavage as the visitor’s arms wrapped tightly around her. She gasped lightly in pain at the sheer strength of the stranger’s arms; it was like being wrapped tightly in a vice grip. But there was also a very pleasant smell of freshly cut roses coming from her and she felt herself melting inside the soft cleavage.
Then she was released and she staggered backward dazed, her glasses dangling from her face as she finally got a good look at the stranger that wasn’t just her chest.
The woman was shockingly pale with gorgeous blonde hair tied up in a bun. Her skin was almost porcelain like a doll’s and her lips were a deep, crimson red and very full and pouty that were begging to be kissed. Speaking of red… She was clad almost entirely in it. Her dress (which looked to cost more than the entire building than they were in) had a plunging neckline that showed off her large breasts and cleavage with a hint of her lacy black bra peeking out on the sides. Around her neck was the necklace with the large red diamond from before dangled. A diamond that had to be worth more than the entire apartment building one-hundred times over.
She was wearing black stockings and wearing red (of course) heels. She was tall. Five foot Nine
at least not counting the heels. She was a centerfold model! No… calling her a centerfold was an insult to her. She made all models, all celebrities (even KelpieKasey) look like withered old hags. She was a goddess in the flesh!
But there was also something very disconcerting about her. Namely her eyes. They were a cold, dead blue that looked like they belonged to an apex predator instead of a human and the woman’s friendly smile did not reach them.
“Aunt Alice!” a voice called out from behind Grace and she couldn’t believe what her mother was wearing. A tight little black dress with stiletto heels that Grace could have never imagined her serious workaholic mother wearing under any circumstance.
“Pet!” The woman said. Walking forward and enveloping her mother in a hug and kissing her deeply. Her tongue dancing with hers expertly as Grace watched in shock.
“Mom!?” She gasped as her mother practically made out with this strange woman she was calling her aunt. Who couldn’t be related to them. She was white, blonde, and had blue eyes. Grace’s family had Shepardic Jew and Spanish ancestry. There wasn’t a single blonde person among them. It was just–which meant this wasn’t technically incest but–
This woman couldn’t even be eighty! She didn’t even look forty! What was going on!?
Mary’s face was flushing red as Alice broke away. Sweat was beading on her brow. She was acting like that single passionate kiss was a marathon session of incredible sex as she looked at Alice with big, glassy eyes filled with nothing but blind adoration.
Alice grinned and gently held Mary’s face. “Be a dear and get my things while I talk to Grace, pet.” she said, giving the woman a kiss on the cheek that elicited a soft moan as she nodded and left the room leaving Grace alone with this strange woman.
“Hey wai–Mom!” Grace cried out trying to follow only for Alice to step in front of her and block the way out. Grace yelped, backing away. Oh god this had to be some nightmare. She was going to wake up any second now and laugh about it later. She had to! None of this was making sense!
“Let us talk, dear.” She said gently, placing a perfectly manicured hand on Grace’s shoulder as she led her to the nearby sofa. Grace shivered at the touch. Her hand was so cold she could feel it even through her top. But it was also… enticing. She felt herself relaxing, even starting to melt a little under this woman’s touch as she sat on the sofa.
Alice looked at the sofa, touched it with her fingers and made a disgusted face. “I will continue standing.” She said, “When your mother returns with my things I will make a few arrangements if I’m to touch anything here.”
Grace just nodded dumbly too awestruck by this woman now to argue at the insult. “Who are you?” she asked. “What did you do to my mom?”
Alice smiled that creepy smile that didn’t reach her eyes again as she bent down to lock eyes with Grace. Her deep, inviting cleavage with that necklace dangling in it exposed all over again. Grace’s eyes widened as she stared straight down her dress.
Alice smiled that creepy smile that didn’t reach her eyes again as she bent down to lock eyes with Grace. Her deep, inviting cleavage with that necklace dangling in it exposed all over again. Grace’s eyes widened as she stared straight down her dress.
“Who am I?” She said, “Why I’m your Great Aunt Alice!” She chuckled. “And your mother is fine. She’s just accommodating me while I stay at this…” she turned and looked around the apartment and once again looked disgusted. “Domicile.”
“You’re not my aunt!” Grace said, breaking away from Alice’s cleavage to glare up at her with a level of defiance she was surprised she possessed. “You just barged in here and did something to my mom! Then you insult our home and–”
“I’m here because of your father.” Alice interrupted, smirking.
“I’m here because of your father.” Alice interrupted, smirking.
What
“He’s been dead for years!” Grace shouted, now getting truly angry that this stranger was bringing up her father and acting like she knew him. She started to stand but a glance from Alice immediately sent her sitting back down and all her defiance melted away leaving behind only a small ember of anger. The presence of Alice was just far too intimidating. Something about her screamed danger and Grace knew deep down angering would be a fatal mistake.
“No need to raise your voice, chérie .” she said, still bending over to look at Grace. Grace could swear Alice had barely moved at all since the conversation started. Not the rise and fall of her chest (her ample, ample chest…) from breathing or even the blinking of her eyes. It was very uncanny. “I’m here visiting because I owe him a debt. Not a big one. But a debt all the same.”
“What kind of debt?” Grace asked. Wondering how this woman knew her father.
“He wanted you to be happy of course!” Alice said standing up. “And I, your Aunt Alice, am here to make that happen!” she glanced down and smiled and for the first time Grace noticed the very prominent canines she had. Grace shivered.
“But… but why now?” Grace asked. “Why not help us when we need it most?”
Alice chuckled. “Your eighteenth birthday was recent, yes?” she asked. “What I can offer is only for young women that know what they want.” She looked to her side towards Grace’s room and saw something that seemed to interest her and walked inside.
“Oh ho!” She laughed. “You know Kasey!”
Grace stood up and followed her with some trepidation to find Alice staring at a poster of Kasey she had bought from her merch store. It was the streamer in a green bikini that went amazing with her pale freckled skin and red hair. She’d bought it because she thought the sexy woman made for a good self-esteem boost. Something to aspire to… and not because she liked girls or anything like that.
“Yes?” Grace asked. “She’s the most famous streamer in the world! How could I not know her?” she then tried to be clever. “How do you know her?”
Alice gave a knowing smirk and looked back at the poster with pride. “I made her.” She said matter of factly. “Once she was a young woman very much like yourself. Then she accepted my offer and now she is beautiful, no?”
Alice gave a knowing smirk and looked back at the poster with pride. “I made her.” She said matter of factly. “Once she was a young woman very much like yourself. Then she accepted my offer and now she is beautiful, no?”
She turned back to Grace. “Would you like to be beautiful like her, Grace?” she asked. “To be confident and powerful? To make lesser beings eat out of the palm of your hand?”
Grace could only stare blankly. Be like Kasey? Be beautiful? What did she mean? Could she… could she do that? It would explain why Kasey seemed to have come out of nowhere after all.
Grace could only stare blankly. Be like Kasey? Be beautiful? What did she mean? Could she… could she do that? It would explain why Kasey seemed to have come out of nowhere after all.
Alice didn’t seem bothered by her lack of response as she walked back out of her room. Hips swaying in her dress and heels clacking as Mary opened the door and shuffled in with several large suitcases that must have been a nightmare to get up the stairs.
“Good pet!” Alice said, grazing the woman’s cheek with her hand and getting a panting moan from her as she did. “You can move that into your bedroom. I will be staying there for the duration. You may sleep outside on the sofa if you wish.”
Mary nodded eagerly and started dragging the suitcases inside her room. Grace tried to protest. She wanted to tell Alice that she couldn’t talk to her mom like that. But the offer Alice had given her kept bouncing around in her head. Make her beautiful? Could she… could she do that?
Alice walked back to Grace with another clack of her heels. “I see you are considering my offer, chérie” she said, seeming to read Grace’s thoughts. “But perhaps I can offer you something… a day’s worth of beauty to give you a taste of what I can offer.” She smiled that dead smile again. “And afterwards if you disliked it. I shall leave and you will never see me again.”
Grace froze. Her heart was racing. The offer, if it was true, was something she’d always dreamed of to be beautiful. To be confident… to be desired.
“I…” she stammered. “Only a day, right?” she said.
“Of course.” Alice said, bowing slightly with her hand over her heart. “You have the word of your beloved Aunt Alice.” she said, still smiling that smile but her words seemed sincere. Even if Grace wished she’d stop calling herself her aunt.
“I…” Grace swallowed. “Then I accept! Make me beautiful for a day!”
And so Grace’s first step into damnation began…