I had been told a few tales about strange happenings in one of the buildings at this factory. I had just laughed to myself, figuring it was over active imaginations.
I never really believed in that sort of thing. I will admit there are mysteries in the world, but most are solved eventually. That was until a warm August evening.
This particular night I was working the 11 PM to 7 AM shift. I wasn't originally planning on going on patrol this morning, but when Lt. Gibson twisted her ankle tripping down the steps I didn't have much of a choice. It was a little humorous watching her trying to hobble across the parking lot. Eventually she made it to the shack and took a seat. Of course, I had to run to get her some ice.
She's not really a bad person to work with, but she is a little strange. For one thing she's very young for a Lieutenant, twenty-six. She wears a long red wig, the reason I know it's a wig was because I caught her one night when she was trying to adjust it. She's completely bald. In fact she doesn't have any hair at all. She's also very thin and married to a man about forty years older than her. Some guards around here think she's a man. Only because of a scar on her neck where a man's Adam's apple would be.
I know different only because a few weeks ago she came back from her patrol very excited. Her heart was racing and she was breathing heavy. Without a word she turned off all the lights and took off her clothes. She came at me like a woman possessed and we spent the next hour having sex. Her skin and even her breath were cold to the touch. When she was satisfied she stood up and got dressed. Without saying word, she walked out. After about thirty minutes she came returned, as silent as ever and didn't mention anything about what had happened. In fact, at one point she even yelled at me, which was normal, when I got up and began to get my stuff together for the ride home.
"What are you doing?"
"Ahh, getting ready to leave."
"It's only 5am. You can't leave yet. "
"You better get your watch fixed. It's fifteen till seven."
She finally looked at the clock and mumbled something about losing an hour somewhere. We never mentioned the night of passion; it was like it never happened.
This night it was my turn to walk, even after I did my five-mile run in the afternoon. The beginning went very quiet, nothing out of the ordinary. That was until I got to building 29. This was a four-story building that used to contain a lot of offices. Now, since the layoffs, it remained empty except for the bottom floor. For some unknown reason we still had to walk it daily.
As I entered the stairwell to head up to the top floor I heard a noise above me. I knew I was in here alone; everyone had left about eight hours ago.
"It must be another raccoon."
As I got to the top floor I reached to open the door. As I touched it, I yanked my hand away. The knob was cold to the touch. It was the middle of August and 90 degrees outside. Even the door was cold to the touch. Quickly I opened it and entered the empty floor.
The coldness of the room made me shiver as I pulled out my 3-cell magnum light and swept the area with it. The first thing I noticed out of the ordinary was the light fog that seemed to cover the entire floor. The temperature of this room compared to outside was causing condensation to form on the walls, which in turn made the fog seem to swirl.
My beam caught something else, on the other side of the room. A shadow suddenly cut though the beam. It didn't have much of a shape to it. I just saw a blur. It was enough to make me jump.
I thought I should let Lt. Gibson know. Pulling out my handy two-way radio I keyed up to contact the Center. Nothing happened, no beep, no lost signal or busy tone. When I shined my light on it the screen was lit up, the signal strength was fine. It just didn't want to broadcast.
The room was getting colder the further I went in. I assumed that some practical joker snuck in here last shift and cranked up the AC. We had enough of them working here.
When I made back to the closet where the AC was I noticed it was already turned off.
"What the fuck!"
Then something happened that that made me jump again. First, I heard whispering, faint, soft and incomprehensible. I turned around and shinned my light so it momentarily split the darkness. I could still hear the whisper and it seemed to be close. When something cold and moist touched my cheek I actually backed up into the wall.
"Wha..."
As I began to push myself forward something pressed against me, cold and unyielding. The harder I pushed the more forcefully I was pushed back. I couldn't move at all as I felt what seemed like the air going under my clothing, caressing my body. All I heard were mumbled whispers that almost sounded like singing.
As I tried to move again I was shoved harder this time. My head hit the wall hard as I fell to the floor.
I must have passed out for an instant because as I came to my shirt was laying open, baring my chest. The strangest thing was that my pants were pulled down around my knees.
When I tried to get up something cold pushed me back. I felt cold tendrils, like fingers, moving across my chest, and then they traveled down towards my crotch. Even as cold as the touch was I was getting a reaction. As I felt it softly take my now swollen member, I inhaled, smelling apples.
There was a grove of them right outside the building, but the windows were closed.
Again, something cold and moist was covering my stiffness. As it stroked me I could feel the pressure holding me down beginning to relax. When I moved my hands down I felt something familiar, like a person's head. My hands even became entangled in strands of hair.
I felt myself start to cum as the stoking stopped. The pressure holding me slowly dissipated. When I opened my eyes the fog around me coalesced into a form. As it swirled above me it became an undefined female. I wasn't frightened, just confused. She was standing over me, legs spread as I sat up. One wispy tendril of fog reached for my bare chest. The touch so cold it took my breath away.
She lowered herself onto me, her softness surrounding me, traveling up and down my hard shaft. I thrust deeper into the barely formed fog above me, solid, yet clear. I felt what might have been her cold breath on my lips as they touched mine, softly at first and then rough. Something pulled at my bottom lip. It had to be a kiss, sensual, all-consuming, as I pumped harder. Her form became more solid as the passion increased. I put my arms around her and forced myself deeper into her while she buried her face into my shoulder. I felt daggers, maybe teeth, digging into my neck.
Finally, I came inside her, as the apparition continued to ride my rod. Her head went back; I could finally make her out in the glow of an orgasm. Locks of dark red hair flowed over her thin shoulders. The face was peaceful, at rest. Deep green eyes helped bring out the thin, aquiline face. The lips were a bright blood red. Suddenly the real body I saw in front of me shivered for a few seconds and then dissipated.
When she was completely gone I just sat there; watching as the fog around me disappeared, slowly fading as I felt the temperature in the room rising.
My radio screaming at me woke me from my trance.
"Go ahead, this is Mueller."
