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The huge wooden door is unlocked, practically falling open as my steps on the porch creak it open a half an inch as I work the rusted knocker.
I can see why young lovers might come up here, spooky scary, easy to get into… and makes you horny as fuck.
Hearing what I think must be the wind howling, I strain to hear it again.
It sounds like a low moan.
I stand rooted to the spot, half inside the door and halfway outside, still able to run back to my car if need be, when I hear it again.
That’s no wind and it’s no teenagers groaning either.
It sounds like a wild beast, a huge animal.
My voice cracks as I call out. Against all my better judgment I want to know exactly who, or what is in this house.
Not sure if I’ve just moaned myself or actually called out something, I clear my throat and try again.
“Hello…?”
More than that, I need to meet whatever is having this effect on me.
My knees are shaking, and not from fear.
If someone or something doesn’t touch me down there soon.
Holy fuck.
I stumble forward, my whole body gripped by the heat from my center. I feel my own hand going up my own skirt, the cold rain on my blouse making my chest so stiff I could almost moan myself.
And I do.
Ghost or no ghost, something is here and it’s watching me.
It wants me.
I can feel it.
Chapter Two
Blake
Rain.
Finally.
It breaks the monotony of the unusually unseasonal heat of the past few days but only makes me wish I could go outside and enjoy it without being seen.
It’s like every time I try and go out or move around the house there is some damned kid and his girlfriend from town creeping about the place.
I scare them off quickly enough, but it’s made me edgy lately.
Pings and then heavy drops finally give way to a proper downpour, the heaviest rain since I’ve been stuck in this house ‘haunting’ it.
Fuck it, I’m going outside.
Before I even get to the door, I hear the chug, then spluttering of a dying motor as a hatchback approaches the house, trying to get up the tiny hill.
Before I even think about hiding or looking out the window, I know that something in my life is about to change.
I feel my heart beating hard against my ribs, not from the fear of discovery, but from a different kind of knowing.
Knowing that she’s here.
My nose presses against the dusty glass at the end of the second story hallway, my hands are on the frayed curtains as I hold my own breath, watching the capsule of a car grind to a halt on the weedy gravel driveway.
Muddy drops stream past my eyes.
I know I’m mostly hidden from view but I can see enough of her to know that all this has been for a reason.
Everything leading up to this.
I make a low groaning sound, feeling my length shift in my pants before she even gets out of the car.
A dark haired, perfectly set girl is behind the wheel, gripping it before she throws her hands up in a rage and then tilting her head back.
I watch the creaminess of her pale throat flex between the rivulets of water against the ancient glass.
My eyes move down to all I can make of her chest.
Thick and heaving.
Like the thickness in my pants springing to life at the sight of her.
She takes a moment, fingers to her temples, and then looking out at the sky, she gets out. Despite the rain, she leaves the car, hesitates for a moment as she considers the steam billowing from under the car’s hood.
Her white blouse is instantly saturated, giving me a clear view of her proud nipples and ample chest before she scuttles for the porch. I hear myself groan again as I feel the glass creak under my weight.
There’s a muted pounding on the front door, but my heart blooms when I hear it creak open from the busted lock.
She’s coming inside.
“Hello…? Is anybody home? I’ve broken down and need some…”
I hear her voice, but it’s silenced by another low sound escaping from me, I can’t help it.
I’m rubbing at the swollen mound in my pants, eager to free my member and scratch the itch she’s created, but I can’t.
I have to be patient. If she’s truly going to be mine.
I usually scare off intruders, kids mostly, make a few noises, throw a little trash and they run like frightened mice.
But this one… her…
I want her to stay. I don’t want to scare her off.
But damn, if she hasn’t made me so hard in a second.
Making me want to reveal myself in more ways than one.
I have to be careful though. I can’t blow my cover.
But if I don’t do something, I’m about to blow something else.
