I sat on the old creaking chair like a corpse. No family. No friends. No mate.

I've been here for centuries. Dust was all over the floor and beds, including my clothes. My garment stunk. Under it was my cock, hard as a rock, big as my chest, veiny as my hands.

I'd seen no human around for a really long time. Only heard voices of parents warning their teenagers to not be near where I stay. They thought it's a haunted house. They weren't wrong.

I stood up and strolled with carefree strides, didn't mind the sharp thorns on the floor. I lit up candles, and began my incantations,...