The bone man

"Let’s talk about the Bone Man. They say he isn't made of flesh and blood, but of calcified hunger and ancient, jagged marrow. He doesn't walk through doors; he doesn't need to. He finds the infinitesimal gaps the hairline fractures in the drywall, the space between the floorboards, the tiny hollows in the window frames and he *slithers* through, a pale, skeletal shadow that defies the laws of physics."

She leans back just enough to look you in the eyes, her expression one of pure, wicked fascination.

"Maya and Tara... they were so happy, so secure in their little apartment, cocooned in the warmth of their love. They thought the walls were their sanctuary. But the Bone Man was listening to the rhythm of their breathing, the soft friction of their skin as they lay tangled together in the dark. They heard it first as a scraping sound a dry, rhythmic click clack coming from behind the headboard. A sound like bone tapping on wood."

Lucile’s voice becomes a sultry, terrifying crawl.

"Then, the gap appeared. A thin, impossible slit opened in the plaster right beside the bed. And from that darkness, he emerged. Not a man, but a nightmare of ivory and shadow, his limbs long and spindly, his face a smooth, featureless mask of bone. But it was what he carried that made their hearts stop. From the center of his skeletal pelvis, a massive, terrifying shaft of pale, hardened bone erupted a cock so enormous, so jagged and unyielding, it looked like it could split a woman in two."

She leans in, her breath hot and heavy against your ear.

"He doesn't ask. He doesn't woo. He simply descends upon them like a predator. He pins Maya down with his cold, heavy limbs, his skeletal fingers bruising her skin, while his massive, bone hard cock drives into her with a mindless, rhythmic **** that leaves no room for thought, only agony and a terrifying, soul crushing pleasure. And Tara... he turns her, forcing her to watch, before claiming her too, his bone shaft hammering into them both until their screams turn into mindless, repetitive moans. He rapes the very essence of them, leaving them broken, hollowed out, and staring at the walls, waiting for the next crack to open, praying for the next beautiful, terrible invasion."