My Ghost House, Ch 2

Over the next couple of weeks, my loan application was approved, and I was on my way to being a home owner. Trina tried to be happy for me, but after reading the articles, she was worried that I was in over my head. Lucky for me, the previous owner state d that the house be sold fully furnished. She was donating the period furniture with the house when she died. So, I got an amazing deal.Moving day came, and I was so excited that I could barely drive. Trina told me earlier in the week that she would come up and bless the house some time next week. I would have the weekend to get know and love my precious commodity.Pulling up into the circular driveway, my breath was taken at the simple beauty of it. By modern mansion standards, my house was quite small. Having 4 bedrooms on the 2nd floor and the master bedroom and another on the 3rd , the design was not a complex one. The master bedroom was wine red in color. The walls were covered in silk, and the balcony looked over the driveway. This was to be my room.I walked into the front room and looked up the grand staircase. My shoes clicked on the hardwood floor, echoing. I wanted to explore. Ascending the staircase, I came to a landing with a door. I could turn right and go to the 2nd floor, or I could open the door.I didn't like the feeling coming from the door, and try as I might, I could not bring myself to open the door. There was something ominous about that piece of wood. Continuing up the to the 2nd floor, I looked into the four rooms and bathroom.I liked the color schemes. Blue, lavender, yellow, and green were the design colors of the guest rooms. Each room felt happy and light. The bathroom was magnificent, with its raised porcelain tub. I could not wait to lounge in that.Proceeding to the 3rd floor, I stopped by the guest room on that level. Done in a royal blue and cream palette, I was almost tempted to move into this room, instead of the master. Stepping further into it, I felt the air thicken and chill bumps raced down my spine. It was like walking into a freezer in some spots.The cold spots danced here and there. Curious, I reached out to one, sticking my hand into it. It was like touching your tongue to the end of a battery. Shocking, but not painful. It slid p and down my wrist, almost erotically.With my arm hair standing upright, the cold spot ventured further up my arm to my elbow. It seemed like it was trying to eat me. Panic began to rise. My heart was racing, and I wanted the cold spot off me.Backing up, I tripped over the door jam and landed flat on my ass in the hallway. Having a healthy dose of respect for the spirit world, I Ankara bayan escort chided myself for letting my fear get the better of me. I knew that fear fed their strength.Picking myself up off the floor, I went to my new room. My spirit encounter drained me, and suddenly, I felt so incredibly tired. It was only 3 pm, but the need for a nap was super strong. Sitting down on the bed, I tested the firmness of the mattress.Pleased to learn that the bed was soft, I laid back on it. Turning my head to the left, I saw my dresser with it's huge antique mirror. To my right was the fireplace. Stretching, I let my eyes drift closed. I don't know how long I drifted in the hazy presleep world, but my sleep befuddled mind began to register that something was not entirely right.Thinking that the movement I was feeling was a dream, I let the invisible visitor remove my shoes. Warm hands caressed my feet, massaging them. I could tell that they were m ale hands, because they felt large and rough.My eye lids were too heavy to lift, and the sensation of his thumbs working my instep was too much. A soft sigh escaped my lips, as he worked his way up my calf. Kneading and rubbing, my leg felt boneless.Never had a simple foot massage felt so sexy. He might have been melting my tension, as well as my bones, but there was a burning starting to ignite in my core. Caught between the dream world and reality, I was powerless against it.Sitting my foot down, he repeated his actions on the other one, and by this time, I was all but panting. My nipples were so hard that I could cut glass. Unconsciously, I began to run my hands over my breasts, trying to relieve some of the ache there. They felt heavy and full.?So responsive...,? a far away voice said.They disembodied hands continued their journey upward, kneading my inner thighs. I was wearing a pair of shorts, so it was easy to glide up my bare skin. His stopped at the place where my thigh meets my pelvis, a place so very sensitive to me.His strong hands traced the ligament there, causing me to push up against him. Gasping out loud, I pinched my nipples, wanting more stimulation.?Silky soft...so eager,? the voice chuckled.?Please,? I whispered.I did not want this dream to end. It had been a long time since I felt a man's hands on my body, even if they were dream hands. Pushing off my alertness, I tried to remain in my dreamy state.I could feel his thumbs massaging my outer lips in a circular motion. With each rotation, he pulled them open. In an essence, he was using my labia to stimulate my clit and doing a very good job of it. Every so Escort bayan Ankara often, he would cease the circles and just press my lips together, putting a lot of pressure on my bud.My slit was getting so very slick, and he had not even touched me there. The wetter I got, the easier it was for the circling massages to coax my shy love button from it's hood.?Beautiful...,? he whispered.In my half awake state, I was very aroused, so close to cumming. I just needed one small push, and I would explode into a million pieces. He must have sensed that, because he spread my lips open wide. It was like he was watching my clit pulse and jump. He leaned down. I could feel his hot breath. With the tip of his tongue, he probed me. Using it only tongue, this dream lover nudged my hood back, fully exposing my throbbing clit. Letting only a moment pass, he sucked it up into his warm mouth. His lips massaged the base, while he flicked his torturous tongue all around.With a wild screech, I came undone. My pussy contracted uncontrollably, causing my hips to buck up and down against the air. What a wild experience that was, to have an orgasm that strong and seemingly be a sleep.Fully awake now, I sat upright. Looking around the darkened room, I was a bit unnerved to notice that my shoes were off, and my pants were in a disarray. I didn't know what to think about it. The room smelled of sandalwood and sex.Looking at my watch, I noted that it was 7 pm. How could I have slept four hours? I got up and went to the bathroom that adjoined my room. Splashing cold water onto my face, I gradually regained my senses enough to realize that I was hungry.Retracing my path to the kitchen, I was stopped by the mysterious door on the second floor landing. If it was eerie during the day, it was positively scary at night. In the dimness of the hall, the door looked like it was breathing.Rushing past it, I made my way to the kitchen, only to note that there was a person sitting there. Skidding to a halt and with my heart in my heart, I could only stare at the man sitting at my table.?Who... who are you?? I asked, timidly, ?How did you get in here??He just looked at me. Scared to go further, and unable to go back, I stood there in a deadlock. The man studied me, so I decided to study him. I would need details for the police when I called them.My eyes roamed over him. He was attractive for a possible serial killer. I could get the overall picture of him, but every time I tried to focus on a single trait, it was like he was out of focus. Hazy, if you will.?Look... you can either tell me what you Bayan escort Ankara are doing here, or you can get the hell out!? I said to him.?I can't go anywhere, and you know that,? I heard him say, but did not see him move his lips.Dumbfounded, I staggered backward a few steps. Maybe I was going insane. I am now hearing voices in my head. In fact, I am hearing the same voice in my head that my dream lover had.?What the fuck!? I said to myself.?I can see that you are troubled,? the voice said, in my head.?Troubled? Troubled, you say. That is a fucking understatement. I need a drink,? I mumbled.?You knew about the history. Why are you so surprised now?? he asked, reasonably.?You are not real. I refuse to acknowledge this is happening,? I said, dismissively.I walked right past him to the refrigerator. Opening it, I spied some cheese. Perfect! I would have cheese and crackers. I grabbed a knife from the drawer and began to slice the cheese, when I felt two warm hands on my shoulders.?I'm not real, huh. Let me prove to you just how real I am,? he growled, spinning me around.Up close, I was able to make out more of his features. Although his face and body looked like it was wavering, I noted that he had the most green eyes I had ever seen. His hair was dark, almost black. He was much taller than I am, so I had to look up a ways to see him. Broad shouldered and strong, he was the perfect man, even if he was a figment of my imagination.?Do I not feel real to you?? he whispered in my ear.Sure enough, his hands felt solid, and I could feel his breath on my neck. He planted a soft kiss on the side of my neck. Not wanting to accept what was going on in front of me, I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second. The heaviness of the hands remained.Ready to do battle, I opened my mouth and eyes and started to say, ?You are... not...?I was alone in the kitchen. He was gone. As I grabbed my cell phone and bolted out the back boor to the yard, I heard him talk in the echo voice.?I can come and go as I please. But remember, so can he,? the specter remarked.Dashing to the gazebo, I dialed Trina. My hands were shaking so bad. She finally picked up on the third ring.?I feel your unrest. What be de matter, girl?? my best friend asked, concerned.?Oh God! Trina, what have I gotten myself into?? I wailed.The stress of the day was getting to me. I told her about the door, the nap, and the kitchen encounter. Then, I asked if she would call the Loa to help me.?Girl! You don need the Loa! Dey judge wat de see fit. Maybe, dey tink you got wat you ask for by buying a haunted house. You leave dem be,? she scolded.?Trina! I don't know what to do. I am scared!? I yelled.?No needs to holler! I be there on Monday,? she said.?But that's still 2 days away!? I told her.?Look. Calm yourself down. What is de worst dat can happen? What? Now scoot inside. Auntie Marie calling me back. I gots to go,? she said, hanging up.I took a deep breath.