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“Hello?”
Her call is more insistent, and I feel like going to her above everything else.
You can’t.
I know I can’t. It would ruin everything.
Somehow, the wind slams the heavy front door, and I feel we both jump before I even set eyes on her.
Mine.
The house wants her here… I want her, here and it only takes a second for me to decide that above all else. She will be mine.
I groan the thought aloud, hearing it echo through the whole house. Mixing with the wind and the sound of a banging shutter from somewhere.
But she doesn’t scream or cry out in fright, not like those meddling kids or other intruders might.
I think… I think I even hear her moaning back before she calls hello again.
I want to call back to her, to tell her to get up here so I can hold her close, so I can claim her as my own. But it all comes flooding back.
The reason I’m stuck here in the first place.
Clenching my jaw, I move to the edge of the stairs, hiding so I can see her without exposing myself.
Without showing I’m here or how fucking hard I am for her right now.
I can’t let her leave, but I know I can’t keep her here either. The weather though… the house… her car…
She calls out again after a while, did she have a hand up her skirt just now?
The sight of her, what she’s doing to herself.
What she’s doing to me.
I can’t help it and let out another low moan, gripping the stair’s banister as I watch her eyes dart to my own shadow cast down into the hallway, making her gasp again.
Her hand snatches from up her dress, to her throat as she stifles another cry, staggering back.
I want to reveal myself to her. I need to show her I’m real, that my own arousal for her is real… pure.
But I can’t.
I’m here for a reason, and it’s not to make myself public, again.
But seeing her, knowing what she’s doing to me!
Ah, fuck! She’s turning to go. No!
I can’t let her go.
I will have her.
She will be mine, no matter what.
“Wait!” I hear myself call out, but she’s gone.
The banging of a shutter, the door against the wind…
As quickly as she came she’s gone again.
Back out into the building storm.
Chapter Three
Lois
If he is a ghost, he can have me anytime.
But it’s not what I think is another of his low moans or even the wind that scares me.
It’s the sound of another car on the gravel drive.
A police car.
The front door slams shut and I jump, startled by how quickly I could feel so attracted to a...presence so suddenly.
The rain is really coming down now, and I can tell at a glance the elderly sheriff doesn’t want to get out of his car. Instead, he winds his window down a little, calling out through the gap.
“You okay, Lois? Barbara from the paper asked me to check on you, figured you’d be here. I was in the area and just thought…”
I can’t hear the last part of what he says, a loud crack of thunder drowns him out, but I signal with my hands that I’m okay.
I point over to my car, noting the sheriff’s own frown as he notices the thick cloud of gray steam still pouring from underneath the hood.
He grimaces further, and pulling his hat over his ears, gets out of his car, motioning for me to stay put.
To serve and protect…
Spying an old piece of canvas tarp on the porch, I pitch it over my head and trot out to meet the Sheriff by my car.
I swear I can hear another low growl from inside the house and think for a moment that maybe there is a wild animal there after all.
“It’s overheated is all,” I tell the sheriff, pausing near him as he pops the hood and taps the radiator with his fingers, fetching a handkerchief from his pocket.
Without turning to face me, he tells me, “You shouldn’t be here. Too many bad memories, too many ghosts,” he adds ominously, popping the cap and not even flinching as boiling steam pushes past his fat hand as he turns to look at me.
“Best to stay away. We’ll get you back on the road, but I don’t care what Barbara says. Stay away from this place, D’ya hear!” he says loudly, narrowing his eyes before reaching for the water bottle he’s brought from his own car.
I feel my head nodding, but my heart’s not in it.
I know I’ll be back here before nightfall.
Back here for good, a part of me tells me.
Even though I know there’s no such thing as ghosts, that the sheriff’s just doing his best to set me straight and see me off.
I know where I belong now, without even knowing why.
