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Just sensing I belong to him now.
Ghost or not.
I turn to look back up at the house, certain I see a curtain dropping which makes my heart leap, and my groin flush with heat all over again.
“Lois…? Lois!” The sheriff says sharply, breaking my reverie. He’s done, motioning with his head towards the driver’s side of my car. “Try it now. I’ll follow you back to town.”
I want to protest, I want to tell him where to get off. But I know it’s useless.
I’ll be back… whoever or whatever you are, don’t worry…
After securing the front door again, the sheriff signals me with a jut of his chubby chin to go ahead of him in my car, which I start and crawl away from the house slowly.
About halfway back to town his lights and siren start to wail, his car spins around and he’s off in another direction down a waterlogged side road. Away from me, away from the house…
Away from my haunted feeling that’s still wet and warm between my legs.
I want to turn, to head back to that feeling, but if I’m gonna stay the night there, I’ll need more than my wet clothes.
I head back to the shoebox of a room above the newspaper office Barbara is charging me rent for. Noticing she’s not in the office, I relax enough to change out of my wet clothes into anything dry I can find in the suitcase I haven’t even unpacked having only arrived yesterday.
A flashlight, blanket, some meager tinned rations from the near-empty pantry shelf and…
I consider the open suitcase again.
A couple pairs of underwear…
I’ll be needing them at this rate.
Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I stuff everything back into the suitcase and take everything I own with me.
Something just tells me I’m not coming back. Not to this poky little room anyway.
Tossing my damp clothes onto the back seat, I smile as my little car springs to life, sounding as eager as I am to get back to the old house.
The streaming rain webs across my windshield, and I almost run straight into Barbara and her little sports car as she swerves back into the parking lot.
She gives me a ‘WTF?’ look, before I shoot her my best reporter’s face right back, mouthing the words ‘A story!’ before peeling past her car, throwing up a muddy puddle in my wake. Not even having to look back to feel her staring daggers into me.
I feel free already.
Nervous, but free.
The whole drive back to the house I spend reasoning about how no animal or even ghost could be in that old place.
I saw that curtain move.
I felt eyes on me.
A man’s eyes. I just know it.
Now I just have to prove it.
It’s the night before Halloween and I’m planning on more treats than tricks as I feel my foot get heavier on the gas, eager to feel more of what I felt feasting on me from that window.
And hoping for no more interruptions from the sheriff or my new boss along the way.
As if in reply, a huge splinter of white lightning sprints across the inky black sky, summoning a heavier downpour as the only light of the fading day is swallowed up by an ever-darkening horizon.
But by the time I make it to the bottom of the hill and see the house again, it looks like a totally different house.
I feel my flushes of excitement and anticipation replaced with fear and a creeping sense of dread.
Maybe the old sheriff was right.
Chapter Four
Blake
Once I see her and that meddling sheriff leave I’m grateful for the thunder. It almost drowns out my howling.
Almost.
My frustration and disbelief that she could come so close to me, and then just leave as quickly.
I pace for an hour, like a caged animal.
That’s what I am now, stuck in this house, without her.
Without even knowing her name.
My instinct was to rush outside, grab hold of her and bring her back in here with me. But I know where that would lead, more trouble than I already know.
I can’t force her though.
But seeing her so close to any other man, even that old fart of a sheriff. It makes my blood boil.
She’ll come back to me. She has to.
I busy myself before dark, securing the shutters and laying out some candles, matches, and anything else I think she might need. I even set wood out after building up the old fireplace.
A few cans of food from my own dwindling supply.
She’s really coming back? Tonight?
She has to.
If she doesn’t, I’ll go mad. I don’t think my dick’s been this hard for so long, ever.
And there’s only one cure for it. One place it wants to be.
I’m used to the dark in this place by now, no point lighting a candle just to see my own shadow.
