Every person in this story is over the age of eighteen. This is the first ghost story I have ever written. It is total fiction, so don't expect all the facts to fit neatly into place. My grandmother was a true believer in ghost and had many family ghost stories that were passed down to her from her mother and grandmother. The south is full of ghost stories from the Civil War era. A lot of souls were trapped on this earth during that vicious war and some still wander in search of their resting place. This story is not one of my grandmother's stories. However, it was inspired by one she told me when I was just a teenager.
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Christina Townsend was impregnated one stormy night when a mysterious late-night visitor came to her home. The next day she learned that her visitor may have frozen to death in a sealed railroad car, three or four days prior to his late-night visit. Was Christina's visitor real or imaginary?
Christina Parker married Greg Townsend just after graduating from high school. She was eighteen at the time, and Greg was twenty-five. Greg never advanced past the tenth grade, so he was forever locked into a dead-end job as a laborer. They lived in a run-down shack near the railroad yards. That was all they could afford on his laborer's salary with the B & O railroad. Greg spent his days, and sometimes evenings, loading and unloading boxcars. He was typically exhausted most nights when he got home. His usual evening routine consisted of eating dinner, plopping down in front of the TV and consuming one beer after another until bedtime or until he passed out; whichever came first. That soon took a terrible toll on their sex life.
Christina desperately wanted a baby, and Greg wanted a son, but in the eight years they had been married they'd had no luck in producing a child. Christina's doctor suggested invitro fertilization, but it was too expensive, and Greg balked at the idea because people would think he wasn't man enough to get his own wife pregnant. It was a constant source of unhappiness for them both. Christina prayed every night that she would be able to get pregnant. She fell into depression, and Greg began to drink himself into unconsciousness every night.
After a few years Greg began to show no real interest in sex anymore; at least not when she needed him most. Occasionally he would drink past his limit then climb on top of Christina, stick his cock into her vagina and quickly deposit his seed before rolling off and going to sleep. There was never any foreplay anymore. He didn't even bother to kiss her most of the time, nor do anything else that would lead to an orgasm for her. It had just become mechanical with him; shoot his wad and fall asleep. She needed more than that to satisfy her needs. She needed someone to make her feel like a woman again. She was long past the hopes of actually getting pregnant, but she would still like to have a real orgasm every once in a while. She wanted an orgasm that was the results of a hard cock rather than her fingers or the vibrator her husband didn't know about.
There was a storm raging outside when Christina was shaken from a deep sleep by a loud clap of thunder. She thought she'd heard someone call her name from outside. She looked over at Greg, and he was sound asleep. If not Greg, who had called her name? Could she have dreamed it? The flashes of lightning and the heavy rainfall made it hopeless to get back to sleep. In addition to the storm, there was an eagerness between her legs that needed desperately to be rubbed, but Greg was in no condition to provide her with needed relief. She vigorously rubbed her vagina through her panties, but that didn't bring the fulfillment she needed. Christina needed a hard cock, but that was out of the question. The only cock available was useless at that moment.
She laid in bed for approximately fifteen more minutes before going to the kitchen for a cup of hot tea. The constant flashes of lightning lit the house enough she didn't need to turn on any of the lights. It also cast an eerie glow over the rooms, but the darkness did offer some comfort. She sat at the kitchen table drinking her tea while lamenting the desperate urgency between her thighs, an emptiness begging to be filled. She truly missed the intimacy that had been lost between her and Greg. She stood up from the kitchen table and nervously paced the small room in her flimsy nightgown. The nightgown was the same one she had bought eight years ago for her honeymoon and was only brought out for special occasions like tonight. Tonight had been special because she was in her period of ovulation and had the best chance of becoming pregnant. She had worn that nightgown tonight hoping to entice Greg into making love to her. She had practically begged him to fuck her, but he said he was too tired and just rolled over and passed out. Christina would have been satisfied if he had at least dumped his seed in her before going to sleep. Now he laid snoring in their bedroom like a Buzzsaw. He was probably more drunk than tired.
Christina gazed out the kitchen window at the heavy rain. There was a brilliant flash of lightning, and she thought she had seen a man standing in the roadway in front of her house. A moment later the lightning flashed again, and there was no one there. For some odd reason, she felt somewhat cheated and disappointed. She nervously laughed to herself and figured it was her imagination until the flash occurred again and she was startled to see that same man standing in her yard. He appeared to be staring at her house and was wearing a green hip length army field jacket and blue jeans. When the lightning flashed again the man was gone yet again. Christina's heart was racing ninety miles an hour. Now she wasn't sure if it was her imagination playing tricks with her mind or if she had really seen someone in her yard. When she looked back into the yard, the man was nowhere in sight.
Christina considers for a moment if she should wake her husband and have him check the yard for an intruder, but after a second thought, she changed her mind. "It's only a fantasy," She told herself, "No one would be out wandering in a storm this fierce. The lightning and shadows were playing havoc with her mind, she convinced herself." She felt silly for being frightened by what may have been only a shadow created by the flashing bolts of lightning.
One of Christina's most recent fantasies while masturbating had been to imagine someone breaking in and forcing her into wild, uninhibited sex. That fantasy always made her cum harder than usual. Christina decided she really needed to cum just to relieve the tension building in her loins. She told herself, "That's what sparked her imagination of a man prowling her yard." She knew exactly how to take care of that imagined prowler. She returned to her bedroom and got her vibrator while making sure her husband was still asleep. She found her vibrator in the back of the closet where she hid it from Greg. He would pitch a fit if he knew she played with herself. He was still deep in slumber so, she returned to the kitchen and laid the vibrator on the table. She sipped her hot tea and stared out the window of the kitchen door into the driving rain. The lightning flashed again. The man was just outside the kitchen door looking in at her. She laughed to herself and dismissed it as an apparition that existed only in her imagination. There was no doubt in her mind he was only in her sexually frustrated imagination and was not really standing on the other side of the door.
However, the excitement of someone watching her masturbate, real or imaginary, caused moisture gathered in the pulsating slit between her legs. Christina's nipples felt like they were going to burst as they brushed against the fabric of her nightgown. She slid a hand under the short hem of her gown to touch herself. She knew it was crazy, but she was going to masturbate while pretending to look at this imaginary man who wasn't really there. She took the vibrator and moved it over her clit through the thin layer of her silk panties. She felt a warm wave of electricity run through her body as her orgasm approached. The lightning flashed, and she made eye contact with the imaginary man. That's all it took to launch her orgasm. It hit with the force of a tsunami. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. She closed her eye and let it wash over her. It was good, but she still needed more.
