For as long as she could remember, she'd been in this house. It had been her home, once, when she was still alive to enjoy it. Then she'd died, but she never quite found her way on to whatever came next. She'd had no desire to. Not when there was still so much joy to be found in the world of the living. She'd dreamt that whoever claimed the house next would bring some of that joy with them.
Alas, for too many years to count, it hadn't happened. Oh, new families had moved in, new owners, but never ones that had what she wanted. Too boring and loyal and pure. What she needed was someone that would see her for what she was and know what to do about it. She needed someone who could have the fun she sought.
She'd all but given up until the new couple moved in. She saw the spark she needed in both of them, a yearning for something more, something unfulfilled. The husband would take notice of her, she had no doubt. And the wife... oh, the thoughts she could see rattling around deep in her head, deeper than the woman was even aware of herself. Between the two of them, she would plant the seed for something fun, something unspoken. She would get exactly what she'd wanted for years.
Something wicked.
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Alex woke with a start, jolting up. He looked around, momentarily unsure where he was, the scenery unfamiliar. It was only when he caught sight of Isabella, sleeping soundly to his side, that he was able to settle. He leaned down and brushed her black hair aside, giving his wife a kiss on the cheek; he wasn't alone. Nor was he somewhere entirely unfamiliar. This was their house, their new house, the place they'd only just finished moving into a few days ago. As his eyes adjusted, he caught sight of the many boxes still to be unpacked. It wasn't quite home yet, but it wasn't the unknown territory he'd briefly worried about.
Still, something had roused him, and he gave a listen to see if he could hear anything. He hadn't been having a nightmare... had he? No, he couldn't quite remember what it was he'd been dreaming about, but it seemed like a good thing, whatever it was. Something warm and soft and inviting. But if it hadn't been a nightmare that woke him, what had it--
A sound, faint, travelled in from the other room. Something low and eerie, but not entirely unlike a moan. Alex paused, listening for it to repeat. This was an old house, far larger than the apartment he and Izzy had been living in for the past few years. A place like this had new noises to get used to, he knew that, but this had sounded... different. A bit too familiar.
It sounded like a voice.
Sure enough, after a moment, the noise came again. Listening for it, he had no doubt it was a person, slightly distorted as it seemed. Which made no sense, he was sure he had to be hearing things, but he also couldn't leave it be. Alex slipped out of bed, clad only in his boxers as he cautiously stood up. Isabella shifted, and he tensed; this was likely nothing, and he'd hate to wake her up for no reason, especially with how exhausting the day had been. That exhaustion worked in his favor, though, as she stayed snoozing. Slowly, he inched towards the door, slipping out into the hallway.
As he exited the bedroom, he noticed two things immediately. One, he heard the noise again, and it was unmistakably a human voice, and a moaning one at that. And it definitely wasn't a moan of pain. Two, he could see a glow from the landing ahead; something was just around the corner, bathing the hallway in a pale blue light. Given that the landing overlooked a ten-foot drop to the living room, it meant whatever was glowing was just hanging in the air.
"What the fuck?" Alex whispered to himself, slowly inching forward. He wanted to be cautious, but curiosity got the better of him; whatever was down there made no sense, and it beckoned him to come and see for himself. So, he hurried down the hall to peek around the corner, and what he found left him immediately dumbstruck. There, level with the second-floor banister, was what could only be described as the ghost of a young woman. She floated in midair, an ethereal blue visage whose voice had an unworldly quality to it.
This was an impossibility, but there was the proof of it before his own eyes. The sight alone should've filled him with bone-deep terror, if not for the extenuating circumstances of the details he noted. She didn't float menacingly, but as if she were down on her knees and bent over; she didn't wear any terrifying garb, but instead was wearing nothing at all; and that otherworldly noise she let out was not a moan of pain or warning, but one of pleasure.
The ghost girl in front of him was doubled-over, naked, and vigorously fingering herself.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yesssssss," the ghost moaned, her fingers moving rapidly within her pussy, while her other hand groped at one of her small, pert tits, tugging roughly at the nipple. "Just like that... right there..."
Alex's mind took a moment to catch up with what he was seeing. First, that it was a ghost at all, but second, that it was a lithe young woman pleasuring herself with wild abandon. Her whole body lazily spun as she fingerfucked herself, every detail of her slick pussy visible to him right through her busy fingers.
"Mmm, don't stop, keep going," she whispered, hand switching to her other nipple, giving just as hard a tug. "Almost there... almost..."
Her eyes flew open, and suddenly she was staring right at Alex. Without realizing it, he'd stepped out closer to the banister, and there was nowhere to hide as she looked at him. Instead of stopping, however, she simply bit her lip and buried her fingers deeper inside of herself before letting out a ghostly wail. "There!"
The moan was ear-piercing as the ghost came, her entire body shuddering as the air around her seemed to glow and warp. Loud as the noise was, Alex did nothing to protect his ears, instead enraptured at the sight of her orgasming, the way her entire body lit up -- literally -- with pleasure and release.
"Well," the ghost said lazily after a moment, looking to Alex with a smirk, "hello there. Did you enjoy the show? Hm, not that I really need to ask."
Alex was momentarily confused, until he followed her eyeline down to his crotch. Sure enough, his cock had popped through the hole in his boxers as it grew erect. Now, it was prominently standing, the attention she'd drawn to it making him realize how hard he was, almost painfully so. Alex quickly moved to shove it back into his boxers, mumbling a bashful "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," she giggled, floating closer. "I took it as a compliment. Been a long, long time since anyway appreciated my body. And since you saw mine, seems only fair I should get to see yours, too."
Alex wanted to object, but something in her voice made it seem like a good idea, a fair trade. He moved his hands, letting his cock spring free again; the way she stared at it, wide-eyed and smiling, made it twitch harder. She was right, it was nice to be appreciated.
"I'm Lydia," she said, eyes flicking up to his as she floated closer. What amazing eyes, big and soft and framed by dark black circles underneath. Somehow, despite the ethereal glow, he could tell they were green. The same way he could tell the bob of short hair framing her face was a snowy blonde, almost platinum. The way he'd been able to tell her stretched pussy glistened pink and so inviting.
"Alex," he responded, realizing he'd left the moment hang a little too long. He shook his head, trying to regain his composure. "I... you're a ghost."
"Yup," she said, smiling at him. "Does that scare you?"
"It probably should, I just... you're not what I would've expected a ghost to look like."
"Is it the nudity?" she asked, stretching her arms out as she looked down at her body. God, her tits were cute and perky. "It's not like my clothes died, too."
"I guess not," Alex stammered.
