Ethan had brought in the last box of his belongings. He was anxious to get his stuff put away so he could finally relax. It had been a long day. His buddy, Ken and his new girlfriend, Daria, were a great help getting him moved into the old rental house but even they had had enough. They were tired and wanted to go home. Ethan told them to go home and that he was just going to unpack some plates and coffee mugs before going to bed, himself.
Ethan walked back outside to tell them goodbye and to thank them for their assistance. He was standing on the sidewalk and was about to say something to both of them when he felt like someone was watching him from the living room window. He turned quickly to look. There was nothing there, of course.
Daria asked, playfully, "Well, guy, are you going to be okay in this big ol' house, all alone?"
It was an obvious joke but he wondered if Daria had thought he had a strange look on his face when he turned around.
Ethan laughed in a way that suggested he was more tired than amused. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, Ethan replied, "That's nice of you ask but I think I'll be fine. Thanks."
Ken pulled out his cell phone, rocked it back and forth in his hand and reminded, "Well, man, you know our number if you get too burnt out from unpacking your shit tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll probably give you guys a call. Maybe we can go see a movie." offered Ethan.
As Ken and his new girlfriend, Daria, pulled out of the driveway, Ethan waved them goodbye. Even then, he felt as if he were being watched from the curtained window. A part of him dismissed it as fatigue. Another part was telling him that someone was in there.
He turned around for the walk back and said, "I'm being paranoid."
Ethan stared at the window while walking back toward the house. After he was inside, he cautiously searched every room. Nothing unusual. He could clearly smell Daria's perfume in the bathroom from when she used it during their hours of moving.
The thirty two year old muttered, "She must have taken a bath in that stuff. It doesn't smell too bad, though."
Ethan smiled and thought of Ken's girlfriend in his bathtub. Then he reasoned with himself, acknowledging that though Daria was pretty, he would never act out on his impulses regarding her. Besides, her attitude could sometimes annoy him to the point where he couldn't care less about her looks. And he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Ken about his thoughts on his new girlfriend.
After ending his room-to-room search, he was satisfied with the results enough to collapse on the bed, welcoming sleep. Even in his bedroom, he could smell the perfume. Minutes later, he was asleep.
Around one in the morning, Ethan woke up to the sounds of crying. It seemed like it was coming from down the hallway. He rolled over to listen closely. Nothing. He thought that it was strange but he had more pressing matters. And the pressing felt like it was on his bladder. He thought, Great. Gotta take a piss.
Sleepy and frustrated, he got up, flicked on the hallway light and made his way to the bathroom. He stood there, relieving himself, pushing one hand against the wall for balance. He remembered the last time he had to take a piss when he was this tired. He thought, I tripped over the toilet and almost did a header into the shower stall, nearly cracking my skull open. Damn, I'm good.
Again, with the crying. Now it sounded like it was coming from his bedroom. He knew what would happen next. He would stumble his accident-prone ass back to his bedroom, find nothing and likely keep awake to the sounds of crying throughout the rest of the night. But Ethan was beginning to get nervous. He was running the possibilities in his mind of what the source of the crying could be.
As he walked back, he felt something cold brush by him. The hallway light flickered a few moments. The crying suddenly became a long, drawn out wail and caused Ethan to stop moving. He held his breath. The crying stopped abruptly. Ethan was about to exhale when he heard...
"I'm sorry I scared you."
He heard the words coming from directly in front of him but they offered no comfort. His heart beat faster. Ethan felt dizzy.
Minutes passed before he calmed himself to the point where he wanted to move again. When Ethan finally made it to his bedroom, he saw what he hoped he would see, which was nothing unusual. Shaking his head, the dark haired man crept beneath the sheets of his bed and did nothing but stare out his bedroom doorway. He wasn't sure, if anything, what to do next. He thought about getting up to check the rooms again but finally decided that he would try for sleep one more time. If that wasn't going to happen, he thought about leaving the place or calling the cops or something else.
Ethan got up from the bed, on impulse and shut the bedroom door before climbing back into bed.
Suddenly, the sheets of his bed pulled away and he heard, "I'm not trying to scare you."
Something invisible, yet heavy enough to make an lengthy indention in the mattress, pressed along his side. It felt cold. Ethan went into shock. A glowing mist formed beside him. His eyes widened, pupils dilated. His mind was in full "fight or flight" mode but fear kept him in place, completely petrified. The mist formed into an orb. The orb began to take a human form. And before he dared to think another thought, the apparition of a woman with a pale face and long, dark red hair pulled together so as to be completely visible. She was radiant, beautiful and smiling.
Ethan watched the clarity of her image sharpen. The glow dampened to being almost nonexistent. And she was speaking again. He listened.
"Are you okay?" she said, "My name is Clara."
The spirit touched his face. She smiled. The light coming through the window from the street reflected off her dark red hair. Green eyes stared into his eyes. Slowly, her arm lowered to his lower torso. Her cold hand seemed to be searching for his-
Ethan gulped a little when she grasped his penis and gently stroked it. He thought, This can't be happening. The red haired, green eyed ghost confirmed what part of himself didn't want to believe.
"Yes, I am a spirit", she said, matter-of-factly, "And I'm not here to hurt you."
Ethan looked down and a somewhat transparent, yet clear hand, was pulling gently on his cock. He looked back up, his eyes meeting hers, before he stuttered, "So you're a... ghost... and your name is... Clara?"
"And I'm lonely," Clara finished.
Ethan's penis stiffened and with each stroke, her hand seemed to warm up. She closed in on his face and softly kissed him. Her lips felt every bit as real as her hand. Ethan didn't pull away. Instead, he kissed her right back.
Clara pulled her wavy long hair back off her smooth, freckled shoulders and got up until she was kneeling on the bed. From there, she commenced taking off her vaguely luminescent gown from her body, revealing well rounded breasts that swayed a little from their size. The gown seemed to become a murky image for a moment and then entirely disappeared. Clara placed one of her pale, tender thighs over the top of him until she was completely straddling him. Ethan grabbed her ass and slipped his penis inside her vagina. At first, it was cold, but with each thrust he made inside her, he felt her warmth strengthen and the smell of her perfume became a little more powerful.
Ethan soon came hard. Clara's vaginal muscles tightened around his throbbing, pumping cock. His orgasm was strong and made him freeze in place again. Only this time, it was in a good way. The ghost threw her head back and she let out a groan which eventually became a wail. But this wail was one of extreme pleasure, instead of the previous one that conveyed grief and hopelessness. Clara slowly looked down at Ethan and smiled, all pain diminished.
After having sex, Clara collapsed on top of him. She raised her head to face Ethan and said, "There's something I have to tell you about Daria."
The continuation of this story will conclude in the next post. Until then, Happy Halloween and Happy Waiting!