WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 102: The Haunted Fuck House (6)

Using my bare foot to set the chair swing in motion, I sat on the back porch rocking and sipped my steaming coffee as I watched the sunrise. The air was cool but I really didn’t mind, it was refreshing and I needed its bracing effect to clear my mind. Turning to glance at my wristwatch, I wasn’t surprised to see that it was only 6 o’clock. After Tania left last night, I was only able to grab a few hours’ sleep, after all who could sleep when I had so much on my mind. The foremost being where had my spectral visitors gone to, and if they came back how was I going to get rid of them. That’s why I was sitting here staring into space trying to figure out what to do.

I found it hard to believe that the woman I had secretly cared for the last couple of years was now my girlfriend. Most men my age would have tons of experience by now, but I didn’t, but even with the little I had, I knew the sex last night was incredible. She didn’t know about the ghosts joining in when I was making love to her. Shaking my head with disgust, I acknowledged that I should have stopped. I hated the fact that I had inadvertently lied to her and was worried sick about her ever finding out before I had the chance to explain. It all happened too fast. I never expected her to show up at the house the way she did, and when she held me and kissed my cheek my heart was a goner. I don’t think I would have been able to stop even with a gun pointed at my head.

Wracked with guilt I banged my head on the side of the swing, trying to find a solution, not only for Tania and myself but also for the ghostly pair. Although I’d managed to find a way to see my newfound friends with the aid of a special dark light, I still had no luck in communicating with them. My eyes caught a flash of movement from the right and turning my head I saw the old woman next door peering at me through her upstairs window. I saw the curtain quickly close but not before seeing the sunlight reflecting off the pair of mini binoculars she held to her face!

Disgusted, I quickly went back inside and passed through the empty kitchen to head up to my bedroom. Thankful that I had the day off I decided to change the sheets and gather up my dirty clothes, I’d take them down to the basement later for washing. Hearing the door to my bedroom open, I turned to find no one there. They were back.

Digging through the drawer, I quickly reinserted the black light bulb and turned the switch. There they were, standing at the foot of the bed

trying to talk to me. Frustration had me searching the room when suddenly I had an idea. If they could physically remove my clothes, they might be able to manipulate other solid matter. Diving into the back of my closet, I found an old chalkboard and half-empty box of chalk and put them on the dresser top. Quickly setting it up I asked if they could use it to communicate with me. One of them reached for the chalk and seemed to concentrate intensely. I watched as she managed to maneuver it to the board. Amazed at the sight I watched as she started to write. Slowly the chalk moved across the surface and writing began to form.

“Samantha. Sister - Serena.”

So they were sisters, I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.

“Why, have you followed me home?” I asked. Watching closely I saw that Samantha’s ability to write was becoming stronger. Her intense focus was driving the chalk smoother and quicker.

“Help us.”

“Help you do what?”

“Release us.”

“How? Why are you trapped here?” I watched her ghostly hands as

they continued writing. She appeared to be tiring.

“Murdered – by father. Bones – Christian burial.”

Shocked I sat there reading the brief words and looking up I caught

the expressions of sadness and regret on their faces. My mind was rapidly processing the information they had given and I wondered if that was why they had chosen me to bestow their favors on. Embarrassed by the idea that they had used sex in an effort to bribe me I decided not to embarrass them further by asking. I had so many questions to ask but only spoke one.

“Do you need to use my life energy to communicate, to function?”

They silently looked at each other and looking back at me, nodded their head.

“Has the strong emotions that we experienced in the last two days helped?”

Nodding their heads quickly again, I began to see what was happening. Strong emotions must generate a lot of energy that they can use to try to communicate.

“So sex must be a good one?”

They nodded their head again in confirmation.

“What emotions are the strongest?”

Samantha moved to the board and began to write, “Fear – Hate – Lust.”

Seeing the words in writing sent chills down my back. Realization struck, concerning Brian. Turning to them abruptly I saw them looking at me with suddenly closed expressions.

“So, for my friend Brian, you chose fear. That’s why he wouldn’t tell me any of the details and right now, I really don’t want to know what happened. However, when I came to the house you chose lust. Why?”

Samantha and Serena looked at one another, and as I watched, tears began to fall down their faces. They leaned into each other and embraced as if their hearts were going to break. Watching them I realized that I didn’t need to know the reason, what I needed to do was help them.

“I’ll help,” I said quietly. “You don’t have anything to worry about, I give you my word I will find your remains and arrange for a Christian burial.”

They moved towards me as one and I felt petal soft arms and the gentle fragrance of Lavender surround me. Awkwardly standing between them I could only wonder how I was going to do it. Obviously, serious research was in order.

“Son, there’s a phone call for you,” my mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

“Coming,” I shouted back, and with those words, they faded from sight.