It had been a long day. Justin finished the day with 225 lb deadlift, and was ready to bring LSU to the finals. Football was his life, it always had been, but it truly exhausted him. So, when he came home from practice, aside from a whey shake, he immediately hit the hay. However, on a night like Friday the 13th, with a full blood moon, perhaps it would have been a better idea to be more diligent. You see, its on nights like those that Louisianians worry about ghosts and demons being out on the prowl. But, from the comfort of his king sized sleep number bed, Justin slept rather soundly. Thus, he wasn’t conscious to see the strange black form crawling out of the ceiling. A shadowy, dark mass manifested in the corner of the room, forming the outline of a masculine hulk with large, twisted horns. It’s large, flaccid cock dragged along the shag carpet as it approached Justin. Two glowing red eyes observed the peaceful jock, blissfully asleep. A bellowing laugh echoed in the suddenly caver