The Tethered Ghost Pt 01

The first time I saw him he was a boy, he was with his friend, I didn't like his friend, all blonde hair and big front teeth. They broke into my house, nobody living had lived here for years, but I still lived here. I was one of the three white sisters. We were dubbed the three white sisters because we always dressed in white and we were sisters who lived together in our dead mother's house.

My youngest sister Elinor had a boyfriend named Shubert Wilt, he paid unwanted attention to my middle sister Andrea one evening when he was visiting, and he didn't like the rejection, even though she wasn't rude to him. A week later we were having evening cakes and sandwiches and Shubert offered to make more tea. He poisoned the tea. He poured us tea and he had a brandy as he usually did. We three died that night. What happened to Shubert I don't know.

When we left our bodies, we stood in our living room and looked at each other, Elinor cried, but no tears come, but she wiped them away anyway. She apologised for Shubert's cad behaviour, I laughed, my name is Sandra or Sandy, I like Sandy. Andrea noticed three old cigarette style cards on the side table, laid neatly side by side and she drew our attention to them. Each card had images of three ladies dressed in white on them, above the heads of the ladies was the words The Three White Ladies, and at the bottom of the cards was a name on each card: Elinor, Andrea and Sandra, though the ladies on the cards wasn't we three.

Two weeks after our deaths the police forced their way into the house and our bodies were taken away. A man in a black suit, I took to be an undertaker noticed the cigarette cards on the table, but before he lifted them I noticed there was only two, then I seen one on the floor, it must have been blown by a gust of wind or knocked onto the floor. He picked them up and put them in his pocket.

I never seen my sisters again after that day, the cigarette card on the floor was the one with my name on it. The house was locked up by the police. The electricity and gas were cut off. Then later, all the windows and doors were boarded up.

I never felt lonely, although I did feel alone. I wondered where my sisters went to. I looked at my card on the floor and wondered what would have happened if it was Elinor's card or Andrea's card, where would I be now.

The boys were searching around my house. Looking through the cupboards and draws, the blonde one I didn't like threw a plate across the room like a frisbee and it smashed off the wall, "Stop it Ian," said the other boy. The other boy's name was Raymond, I liked him, skinny with a mop of brown hair and thick eyebrows, He had inquisitive brown eyes and he spotted my card on the floor. He picked it up, looked at it and put it in his pocket without saying anything to his friend.

The boys left the house the way they came in. I was standing in the kitchen watching them leave and within a blink I was standing in another room, not in my house, but somewhere else. I saw Raymond searching in his trouser pocket's muttering "where is it, where is it? Where's my card?" Then I realised he was looking for the cigarette card with my name on it. The bedroom door opened, and a lady popped her head in and said, "come on Raymond, bath."

"Yes mam," replied Raymond.

I watched Raymond undress and wrap a towel around his skinny white body and then I was watching him bathe. Everywhere Raymond went I was there, it was like we were umbilically tethered. He was in bed by nine o'clock and he was asleep by nine-thirty. I was in Raymond's house and now I know what happened to my sisters, they were tethered to the undertaker man, as I am now tethered to Raymond.

About Eleven-thirty the same evening the street door was opened and slammed shut and I heard a man's voice shouting. Then I heard a crash and a bang and arguing. I heard someone running up the stairs and Raymond's bedroom door opened, and light flooded in, it was his mum. "Get up Raymond, you have to make your father some supper," said his mum.

"But I have to get up for school tomorrow, and dad will only get angry whatever I do," said Raymond.

"Just do it son," said his mum.

Raymond went into the living room and his mum was sitting an arm chair and his father was lying on the sofa smoking a cigarette. "Here he is, my little servant," said his farther.

"What do you want to eat dad," said Raymond.

"No son, do it right, like I showed you," said his dad.

"But..."

"Just do it," Shouted his dad.

Raymond came back into the living room with a towel draped over his arm and holding a silver tray with a glass with two fingers of brandy. He walked up to his dad and said, "here is your brandy sir, are you ready to eat sir."

Raymond's dad took the brandy, drank it down and placed the glass back on the tray and said, "I'll have another brandy, three fingers this time and I'll have mature cheddar on toast, with grated raw onion, to top it off." Raymond went back into the kitchen.

He made the cheese on toast and grated raw onion over the hot melted cheese. He poured three fingers of brandy and took it to his farther on a tray, Raymond had to stand whilst his farther drank down his brandy. He sat up on the sofa and Raymond put a towel on his lap and placed the cheese on toast on it. He gave his farther a knife and fork wrapped in a paper towel. "Brown sauce son, brown sauce. How can I eat cheese on toast without brown sauce," said his farther? Raymond went quickly to the kitchen and came back with brown sauce.

His farther went into a rage, "It's cold now, you silly little cant!" He threw the plate and it smashed off the wall. One portion of cheese on toast bounced and landed on the carpet, the other slice stuck to the wall and slid slowly down. Raymond ran out the living room door and upstairs and into his bed. I heard his mum shout, no Bob, you're not doing this again. "Shut up," I heard him shout and I heard a slap.

Raymond's farther was a hopeless and violent alcoholic. His mum eventually divorced him. She met another man and they moved to a council house in Newcastle. Her new man turned out to be an alcoholic as well, who hated working and kept the family on benefits and on the bread line.

After years of mixing with a bad crowd, I watched Raymond break the law, getting a criminal record, taking drugs and drinking alcohol regularly. He was still a shy boy at the age of twenty-two and only had a few encounters with ladies, mainly when he was drunk. He didn't have a regular girlfriend just one night stands with ladies he met in pubs and the local night club.

After years of living on benefits with her boyfriend, Raymond's mum left him and ran off with her youngest daughter, Betty, from her first marriage, she was now sixteen and they went to London. They met good people in London and got settled with somewhere to stay and jobs. Betty was in London six months and she became pregnant. The father didn't want to know, and they went to the council to get help with accommodation. The three of them were moved around north London living in temporary housing. Eventually, they were given a three-bed house in Camden.

Raymond had two sisters and three brothers. I will only mention them if I must, as his father was a burden on Raymond, so was the rest of his family. Raymond stayed in the North-east of England for another year before giving in and moving to London.

The years went by and Raymond is now older than me, he is fifty-two and I've been thirty-seven for a long time now. Over the years Raymond had several ladies, even though he couldn't get over his shyness he still managed to meet women in pubs. When he had a few drinks, he was very outgoing and upbeat, and some ladies liked that. He lived in South London for seven years and then he met a lady and gave up his Housing Association flat and moved in with her, it was his first real relationship, he was thirty-six. They split after four years and he moved into his mum's spare bedroom.

After moving into his mother's, Raymond had long periods of being without a lady. But he would look at porn and masturbate when he felt the need, I would sit and watch, a lot of the time I would pretend I was wanking him, shadowing his hand and going through the motions. Sometimes I would straddle his manhood and act as if he was fucking me, I moaned and shouted out his name, but he couldn't hear or feel me.

I was lying beside Raymond in his single bed in his small room. He was lying on top of the made-up bed in his boxer shorts and a T-shirt. It was nine o'clock on a Thursday evening. He was tired, but relaxed. He was looking up at the ceiling and then he slid his hand into his boxer shorts, "Here we go again," I thought. The blind was down, and the room was dimly lit, it looked quite romantic. He fondled himself for about five minutes and then he pulled down his boxer shorts. His manhood stood erect and solid. I looked at it, it never ceased to amaze me that when it was soft and not excited it was small and sad looking, then when he got it all excited and spitting it turned into a raging monster.

Raymond wrapped his hand around his shaft and began pumping it. I wrapped my hand around his hand and I moved in time with his. He moaned softly and quietly and said a ladies name, "Julie," he moaned, "Julie, o, Julie."

"No, Raymond, say Sandy," said I.

"Julie."

"No, not Julie, Sandy."

"O Julie, make me come."

"No Raymond, Sandy wants to make you come."

"Aaaaahhh, Juuulieee," Raymond crooned."

"No, it's Saaaaandddy, I moaned, I knew he was about to climax, and I went down on him as if to give him a blow job. He come and shot cum into my mouth and it shot through my head and landed on his belly. "That always happens," I thought. Raymond cleaned himself and fell asleep five minutes later.

When I was alive I had one boyfriend, his name was William Blunt. He enjoyed sex and so did I with him. I was a virgin when I met him, but he was very experienced in the ways of carnal practices. He taught me the importance of foreplay. I couldn't really say we loved each other, but we did enjoy each other very much, but most of all I loved his big cock, I loved sucking it, but most of all I loved it when he fucked me with it. Unfortunately, he slipped when he was having a bath, he hit his head and drowned. There was no other man for me after William, but now there is Raymond, even though he doesn't know I'm tethered to him.

Raymond would go on dating sites and try to meet ladies that way. He went on a few dates, but he would get drunk and try it on and they would reject his attentions and go home. He met a lady named Claudia, she was from Colombia, but lived in London. She was a big lady, but Raymond enjoyed her company and he thought she had a very pretty face. That was one of Raymond's finer qualities, he would take people for what they were, he wasn't a shallow man. After moving from the north-east he trained as a painter and decorator. He never got into bother with the police or took drugs again, but he still liked to drink alcohol. He always worked and always had money in his pocket...to be continued.