I nodded understandingly, secretly relieved that the only man at the bachelor party who could see my horns and hooves was gone. The alcohol was flowing freely, and the men were getting rowdier by the minute. Then, out of nowhere, there was a sudden hush that fell over the group. The stripper had arrived.
I watched in amusement as the men gathered around her, eager to get a closer look. But then, I noticed something strange. Stan, the normally confident and outgoing one of the group, was nowhere to be seen.
Assuming he had just stepped out for a moment, I didn’t think much of it. But as time went by, and the party grew wilder, I began to feel a strange, eerie presence lurking in the corners of the room.
And then, just as suddenly as the stripper had arrived, I heard a blood-curdling scream coming from the hallway outside. Rushing to the door, I peered out into the darkness, only to see Stan, his face white as a sheet, running as fast as he could away from the house.
I never did find out exactly what he saw that night, but I knew it must have been something truly terrifying. As for me, I was just grateful that, as a demon, I was immune to such earthly pleasures and distractions.
