“Desmond,” I called once more. By now, my legs were shivering. A grim feeling took over me. Something ominous lurked in the shadows, and it wasn’t my incubus. As the shadow stretched on my walls, it revealed itself as a figure of a long-haired woman. I goggled at it from root to bottom. It had expanded to such a degree that if I were consumed by its darkness, no one would ever know. That’s when my fight-or-flight response activated, and I made a run for the door. I would have fled ...