One of the most run-down houses in an old part of town belonged to Melanie, one of my lady friends. That is, it should have belonged to her but it didn't because of a quirky provision in her late Aunt Rachel's will. Mellie was the only heir but her aunt, who didn't like the idea of absentee ownership of houses, required that her niece spend at least one night in the house before taking ownership of it. To me, this seemed to be a simple requirement, one that Melanie could fulfill easily. After staying there, the house and the large attached property would be hers and she could sell them to a builder of apartment houses who wanted to construct a high-rise on the site.
To Melanie, it wasn't that simple. The old house had a reputation for being haunted, because of its gloomy appearance and because of the double murder and suicide that had occurred there. Aunt Rachel had been bisexual and had kept her lesbian side a secret from her husband, Reuben, because he was such a homophobe. One day, when Reuben came home unexpectedly from work, he had found his wife sexually entertaining Alice, a young female member of the household staff. To make it even worse, in Reuben's view, they were using the bed he had been sharing with Rachel. Enraged at seeing his wife eating the pussy of the pretty young maid in their conjugal bed, Reuben had taken his gun from the hall closet and shot both women. After committing this act of violence, he wrote a complete confession, signed it and killed himself with the same gun. Alice had died immediately but Aunt Rachel had been able to call for help and had died that evening in the hospital. Since she had survived her husband, if only by hours, she inherited the house and it should have then been passed on to her niece and only heir.
Melanie had been just a baby then and, by the time she was old enough to want to take possession of the house, it had gained an unpleasant reputation. According to people in the neighborhood, the ghosts of the two women haunted the house and sexually abused anybody they caught there after dark. Even local homeless men preferred sleeping in cardboard boxes to staying in the old house. Although I have always believed in ghosts, that is, that humans have a spirit that leaves the body upon death, I did not believe in the malevolence of those spirits, largely because I did not believe they would be able to hurt anybody. Sometimes a spirit could be sensed in a place where the former living person had habituated, but there would be nothing tangible and nothing at all dangerous. I used to believe that but after spending the night in the haunted house with Melanie, I have revised my beliefs.
Since she had no other friend or relative who was close enough to ask and willing to join her, Melanie wanted me to stay with her. I had no problem agreeing, first: because I always do anything, within reason, that my lady friends ask me to do and, second: because it sounded like fun. Mellie and I enjoy making love together, and had been doing so ever since shortly after her eighteenth birthday so I expected to spend much of the night with my tongue and/or my cock in places where we like them to be.
Most of the furniture was still usable but Melanie couldn't stand the idea of making love and then sleeping in the bed where her aunt had been murdered so we brought an air mattress, sheets and some blankets against the cool October night. The house was equipped with a gas furnace but the fuel supply had been turned off long ago. The fireplace in the parlor and the attached chimney might or might not have been functional but I didn't want to risk it. The only sources of warmth available would be our own bodies, wrapped in the sheets and blankets. That seemed like more fun anyhow.
Since we didn't really know what would be happening that night we had both decided to wear pajamas but, several hours after we arrived, Melanie's PJ's had been completely removed and I was wearing just my pants. I was sucking on her charming breasts and enjoying the aroma of the juices flowing in her pussy, anticipating how good they would taste in a few minutes. Suddenly, we heard a loud whooshing noise, as if a strong gust of wind had pushed open a door, and then the light came on, even though we never saw where its source was. After that, we heard something that put a complete halt to the romantic desires we had been feeling toward each other, at least for the rest of that night.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house? How dare you come here!"
We looked up and saw two women, both as naked as Melanie, standing in the middle of the floor. The younger had large breasts and was very pretty in a plump way, which is a way I like very much. Her hair was long and brown, and her pubic area was covered with a thatch of the same color. The older woman, who was asking the questions, was larger and much more formidable in appearance and demeanor. Melanie was especially startled at seeing the latter.
"Aunt Rachel!" she exclaimed.
"Who are you to be calling me 'Aunt Rachel'?" the older apparition demanded.
"I, I'm Melanie, Aunt Rachel. Melanie, your niece. You haven't seen me since I was a baby but I've seen pictures of you."
Her Aunt Rachel came closer and peered into Melanie's face. "Yes, I can see. You look just like your mother did at your age. But, what are you doing here? I can see what you're doing but why are you here? And who is this man with you? He looks a lot like Reuben, the swine."
"His name is George and he's my friend. He's nothing like Uncle Reuben was." She was 100% right about that. I may be the least homophobic straight man in the world.
"If you say so. But, do you know what happens to people we catch here who have no business being here?"
