Me, my dad, and a girl are all out camping in the woods. No tent, just sleeping on the ground around a fire. One day, we discover this book buried in a hole in the ground near the campsite. It’s just a normal book, an old novel, long out of print, about a succubus spirit who haunts the souls of those it loves.
I open my eyes one morning to see the top half of a head sticking out of the hole in the ground, covered in rags, but opened enough to reveal a pair of bright green eyes staring back at me. They seem happy, though piercing in their intensity. Those eyes smile at me. My lips part in surprise and I try to cry out in fear, but cannot. I fall back beneath the heavy weight of sleep.
Later that day, my dad returns with company, a dirty young woman by the name of Katie. I instantly know that it was her who was watching me from the hole in the ground, and she gives me a mischievous gap-toothed grin.
The girl I am with has taken to reading the book we unearthed. She is pulled into it, fascinated by it, and cannot put it down. Though she also takes a liking to me, putting hands on me in my sleep and displaying affection in very strange and unexpected ways, I cannot help but feel that it has something to do with Katie, who I know is taking pleasure in watching this happen as she sleeps between me and my dad.
I have to know the truth, so I take the book one night, while no one is looking, and read. It turns out that this spirit, Katie, is the sadistic root of our downfall. Though it is supposedly a work of fiction, the author had become taken with her as well, and met his end through many years of torment at the hands of this sexual specter.
I take my dad for a drive and explain the situation to him. He seems to like Katie just fine, but is unaware of her sinister schemes. We go to a burger joint and discuss our plan. Either he leaves with me that day, or I grab my stuff and leave without him.
At the end of my dream, I am leaving the camp, but I see Katie there, standing naked in the forest. Her skin is tan with a thin layer of dirt. She is of average build, with small breasts and a short dark head of hair that is caked with dirt, sooty in appearance with porcupine quills woven into it. I will never forget those bright green eyes masked by the smear of charcoal, and her cheerful yet threatening gap-toothed smile. She wears a haunting look on her face, and it chills my heart just thinking about it.
Even when I woke up in reality only a moment ago, I still felt like she would be there, watching me...
