A Ghostly Encounter

I have always been fascinated with the paranormal, and when I got the chance to spend a night alone in a haunted house close to Halloween I jumped at it! The house was way out in the country, it took me at least an hour to drive out there, and when I got there I was not disappointed. Mr. Allen, the owner met me at the end of the drive. I could just see the house from where I was parked. It was magnificent!

So old and tall it almost looked twisted and mangled in the distance. I was eager to go inside and see if it matched the grandeur of the outside. Mr. Allen would not go past the gate. He had grown up in the house he said, but when his father died, his mother took him and his sister and fled. He was sure that it was haunted, but no one had ever stayed in the house for more than a few hours and it had been years upon years since anyone had spent the night inside. He gave me the old skeleton key that would open any and every door in the house and left me to go on alone. I didn’t care that I was alone, I was thrilled to be there!

I drove up and parked in front of the house, walking the steps up to the front door, the covered porch wrapped all the way around the house like you see in old movies about the South.I put the key in the lock half expecting it not to work, but it did and the big wooden door creaked open. The entryway was enormous! At the end was a wide staircase that went to the upper rooms. I had been given a map of the place and I was pretty sure where I wanted to spend the night. I went up the stairs to the third floor and found it, the master suite. It was furnished as the rest of the house in heavy dark wood. The bed was an old four poster that was so huge it almost reached the ceiling. There was a fireplace across from the bed with wood already in it, as if someone knew that I was going to be here and was welcoming me. It didn’t take long for the wood to catch and soon there was a nice blaze going. I let it start warming the room as I got my bag from the car and go ready for my most awesome night in! I had brought my favorite horror story book with me, Dracula of course, what better reading material can you think of for Halloween? I must have fallen asleep reading because the next thing I remember is waking up. The fire had gone out and the room was getting colder by the minute. I put some more wood in the fireplace and got it going again. It was almost 2 am when I finally crawled into bed, curling up in the covers. my eyes were getting heavy and as I started to drift off again I felt someone had entered the room. I sat straight up in bed, of course I was fully awake now. I strained my ears trying to hear something, but the entire house was quiet…then I heard it…footsteps. They were coming up the stairs, I could hear them now in the hallway, coming towards me…and then they stopped…right outside the door.
“Mr. Allen?” I called out, but there was no answer.

I laid back down on the pillows, there was no one in the house except me…it wasn’t footsteps that I had heard, I told myself, it was just the house settling. It was old. It was okay. I was okay.

I snuggled back down into the covers, it was so much colder now. The fire was going, but it didn’t seem to be producing any heat. The light from the flames was dancing on the walls making pretty patterns and shapes. It looked like there was someone dancing along with the fire, I could kindof make out the shape of a body twisting and turning. I shook my head, that’s what I get for an overactive imagination. But the figure started to grow…a dark shadow coming out of the flames. It looked like a man, a tall man and he started coming towards me. I almost screamed, but I was alone and there wasn’t anyone around for miles…

“W-w-what do you want?” I whispered, my voice coming low and thready. There was no response, but then again what did I expect? “Dracula…is that you?” and this time I giggled. What in the world was I thinking?? Dracula, really? What was he going to do next, come bite me? Oh yeah, sure. The dark figure came closer. He was all shadow and smoke and when he came up to the bed, I could see where he was kneeling, there were indentations in the bed on either side of me as he came closer and closer. I should have been terrified, but for some reason I wasn’t.

“I’m only in my panties under here” I said to no one in particular. The blankets began to move at the foot of the bed like someone was crawling up under the covers. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and held it there until I felt my aforementioned panties being slipped off my hips, down my legs and saw them fly across the room. And then my legs were opened and this time I did scream. I punched the blankets, trying to hit whatever was crawling on me, but it didn’t do any good, it was like there wasn’t anything there! My arms were grabbed by invisible hands and pinned down on either side of me, I tried thrashing my legs, but they were also immobilized.

Suddenly I felt pressure on my pussy like a cock was trying to push it’s way inside me. I wiggled my ass not wanting whatever it was to get in. I could have sworn that I heard a low growling laugh coming from above me and below me…like a swirling echo lost on the wind, taunting me. I growled in response and tried desperately to get free from whatever it was that was holding me, but that only seemed to energise the room. *SMACK* My face was on fire! It had hit me! Without letting go of my arms or legs. I hadn’t seen it coming…there was nothing to see! Tears gathered in my eyes from the sting but they dried as soon as I realized that my invisible visitor had used it as a distraction to the real purpose and was now buried deep inside my little pink hole. I could feel the walls of my pussy being stretched and filled, back and forth this invisible force pumped it’s way inside me, rocking the massive bed with the force of the thrusts. The tempo continued to a frenzy. There was a demonic scream…and then…nothing.

The bed was back against the wall, I looked and the fire had completely died, just the red glow from the hot coals was all that was left of it now. The pressure was gone and I sat up, I was sure my pussy was oozing but when I reached down…I realized I still had my panties on…I know I hadn’t dreamed it. My clit was throbbing…The strangest things happen in haunted houses around Halloween. I should know.

Now it’s my turn to give you a ghostly fuck. Happy Halloween!!