A Ghostly Encounter

Author's note: This is my first story, so please just bear with me. I hope you enjoy it.

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"Remember, no refunds!" he said as he handed me the key. He didn't let go of it as I took it.

"I know, I know," I said impatiently.

"I mean it," he said. "Everyone agrees until they get scared. Then they come running back screaming about discounts and refunds."

"But I won't," I said.

"That's what they all say," he said, letting go of the key.

"Well, I signed the contract, didn't I? No use arguing then, is there?"

He didn't reply. He just got into his car and drove off, leaving me and the house behind.

The house itself didn't look too bad. It was pretty old, yes, but other than that it didn't look like anything special. It was located in a pretty isolated spot, but as it was standing on the top of a small hill the view was pretty good. From here you could see fields, forests and a river running into a lake. The small town was barely visible from here.

I'd rented the house for the weekend and had chosen it for the same reason that the owner was so adamant about the no refunds policy. The owner rented it out as a vacation home, but it hadn't been the cash machine he'd hoped for. First of all because there weren't all that many tourists staying in the area.

It was a beautiful place, but there weren't all that much more to it, so if you were looking for tourist attractions you'd be better off practically anywhere else. Second, if you were just looking for a place to get away from everything, it wasn't quite secluded enough. The main road passed by not even half a mile away and the small town was close enough to break the feeling of being all by yourself.

Third, and most importantly, no one stayed more than one or two nights. That's when they were demanding their money back. They claimed they'd been spooked. That they weren't alone in the house. A few even went as far as using the words "ghost" or "haunted". I, being a skeptic, decided to spend the weekend here. Not believing in ghosts, I was convinced the owner was behind it all.

My suspicion was that he rented out the house to whoever was interested, then scared them away by playing tricks on them. It would be pretty easy money. Rent the house to someone for a week, then scare them away after a day or two and keep the money. That way, it would be vacant and ready for the next person far sooner, and it would be far less work getting the house ready for them if the previous guest never had the time to make a mess. Just change the sheets and voila; good to go. So I'd rented the house for the weekend, intent on revealing the con.

I'd been told about the house by a friend that was pretty into these things. I don't know how much he actually believed in ghosts, but he was very interested in them. He'd found the house on one of those social media sites where people shared their paranormal experiences, and as soon as he told me about it I'd decided to rent it. It was only a couple of hours by car, and I figured it'd be a nice getaway, if nothing else.

As the owner drove away, I locked myself into the house and had a look around. It was nice. Cozy, even. The view was pretty, but I wouldn't go as far as beautiful. The living room was roomy and charming. Old furniture, a fireplace and an old Waterbury clock, giving off a loud ticking sound. The kitchen was small, but would do nicely for the duration of my stay. The garden behind the house was well kept, with a hammock and some garden furniture. As it was October, I wouldn't be using either of those things, but at least they were there.

It was still early afternoon, and I was impatiently looking forward to tonight. I still can't tell exactly why I wanted to expose this guy other than for my own satisfaction. It wasn't some sense of justice or anything like that. I wasn't that self righteous. Neither was it because I was trying to prove something. I just... wanted to. For fun, I guess.

As night fell, I got ready for bed early. Other than reading, there wasn't very much to do around here, so I could just as well read in bed as anywhere else in the house. After reading for while I killed the lights and tried to sleep, but I wasn't really sleepy. I grabbed my phone and watched some porn, thinking it might help if I jerked off. It did, and not long after I was dozing off.

I was dreaming. I was dreaming I was lying in the same bed in the same house. As I was lying there, the door opened. Someone came in. I couldn't see them, but I could feel them. They walked slowly and soundlessly across the floor. They stood there, invisible, probably looking at me. I couldn't move. They stood there for a while before they slowly around the foot of the bed and over to the other side of it. That's where the dream ended.

I woke around 2 a.m. with a chill down my entire back. I sleep on my side, so I thought I'd pulled the covers too far to the front so they weren't covering my back. Adjusting them, I realized that they were in fact covering me. There were, however, an open space between my back and the covers.

"Weird," I thought, turning around. I admit I was a bit startled when I saw the indentation in the second pillow. It looked exactly like someone had placed their head on it. Combined with opening under the covers it gave the illusion that there was a second person in the bed with me. Not sure if I was still asleep or awake, I felt around that side of the bed with both hands. The mattress was also indented and it was very cold, but other than that I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. I decided I'd moved around in my sleep and that the indentations were from my own body and head. It was an old bed, and the mattress obviously took some time getting back into shape after I'd moved. I thought nothing more of it and went back to sleep.

I woke again at 3 a.m.. The chill had now crept in a narrow strip over my side and down the lower part of my chest. As I felt around my chest with my hand I could've sworn I heard a calm breath behind me. My ear went freezing cold as a draft passed over it. I jolted up into a sitting position and turned on the lamp on the night stand. There was no one there. Of course there weren't. While I did believe the owner of the house played tricks on his guests, I did not think he crept into their beds at night.

I turned the light off again and let out a yell of shock and surprise. There was someone in the bed after all! As the light went out I caught a glimpse of a person half sitting, half lying on their side, propped up on their elbow. I quickly turned the light back on, prepared to give them an earful, but as the light filled the room I could see there was no one there. It must have been the moonlight playing a trick on me. As my eyes weren't adjusted to the dark, the shape of the bed was probably momentarily burned into my retina and gave the impression of a person. I gave out a sigh of relief and turned the light off again. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I was dreaming again. I was dreaming that I was lying in the same bed in the same house. The dream was almost the same as what I'd felt when I was awake, only this time there was someone in the bed with me. They were spooning me. I felt their cold body pressing against me, their cold arm holding around my chest and the ice cold draft in my ear as they let out a long sigh. I tried to get out of the bed, but I couldn't move. I tried to at least turn my head, but I was unable to move a single muscle. The person lying behind tightened their grip around me, and I realized, by the soft pressure against my back that it was a woman. Her soft breasts left little doubt about that.

For a while we lay there. At first I was scared to the point of almost panicking, but as the minutes passed, I felt my fear slowly subsiding. The woman had placed her hand on my heart, as if she was feeling for my heartbeat. She was cold. Very cold, in fact, and strangely she didn't warm up under the covers and her arm was starting to chill me. Still, it felt strangely comfortable. A few more minutes passed. Then she moved her hand. Slowly, she placed it on my belly, carefully caressing it. I was still paralyzed, but one part of me was fully awake and functional.

For a few minutes she kept caressing me like that. Then I felt her move behind me. Her mouth touched my neck. A careful caress, not really a kiss, but enough to make my skin tingle with delight. Her hand went even lower under the covers. Her pinkie slid under the lining of my boxers. It just barely touched the head of my now fully erect cock. Then she moved her head again, and this time she gave my neck a full on kiss. An ice cold leg slid across my thigh and I could feel her hips pressing hard against me.

Her entire hand slid into my boxer and grabbed my dick. The cold grip tightened. I could feel her nipples harden against my back as she slowly slid her hand up and down my dick. Once again she kissed my neck and I could swear I heard a moan, but faint, as if it came far away. Her hand kept jerking me off and I knew I wouldn't last long. Her hand was soft, her grip firm. As she reached the base of my cock, the grip loosened a bit, then tightened again as it went back up. She squeezed the head a little before her hand slid back down. I was about to cum, and she seemed to notice. She went a bit faster and harder as I felt my orgasm building.

That was when I woke up. I jolted up into a sitting position and looked around the room. In the moonlight I saw that I was alone. My boxer was full of cum, however. Half ashamed of having my first wet dream in years, I cleaned myself up, found a new boxer and went back to sleep.

The next morning I got out of bed and into the bathroom. I was a bit disappointed that the owner of the house hadn't tried anything. Wet dream aside, nothing unusual had happened. Or at least that's what I thought until I looked in the mirror! There were marks on my neck! They looked like a mix between hickeys and bruises. Had I been bitten by some bug or something? The marks weren't sensitive or sore like bruises usually are. I decided to keep an eye on them and if they grew or I found more of them on my body, I'd better go to the doctor to have them checked out. They didn't grow, though. On the contrary, they seemed to fade as the day went by, and by nightfall they were almost completely gone.

Around lunch I called the friend who'd told me about the house in the first place. I didn't tell him about the dream, of course, but I did tell him I was disappointed nothing had happened.

"Well, maybe it's because you don't believe in ghosts? You know, maybe something did happen, but you just brushed it off as something else?"

"No, I mean nothing happened at all!" I said. "I expected to hear something go bump in the night, but other than waking up a couple of times I didn't experience anything. Maybe the owner is innocent after all, and it's just people's own imagination freaking them out?"

"Maybe," he responded. "Or maybe the place really is haunted, but because you don't believe in ghosts, there wasn't much to work with?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ghosts are reactive. They react to people's emotional state. If you're scared, they may become threatening and scare you even more. If you're angry they may become aggressive. You know... They react to whatever you give off. If a ghost makes it presence known and people freak out, their activity will increase. They get stronger the more energy you give them to work with. But if you didn't react or even care, it probably just gave up or something."

"That actually makes sense," I said. "Or I mean, it would make sense if ghosts were real, at least."

We finished up our conversation and hung up. I thought about what he said about ghosts being reactive. I had watched porn and jerked off before falling asleep, so it would check out if a ghost had reacted erotically. Now, I still didn't believe in ghosts. It had just been a dream, after all. But if people went to bed in this house thinking about how spooky it was, it made sense that they imagined seeing or hearing ghosts or dreamed about them.

The day went by slowly, and I passed the time by surfing the web on my phone and reading. Nothing much to tell, really. As night fell and I got ready for bed, I thought of what my friend had told me. Ghosts are reactive and react to whatever energy you give off. Just to entertain myself, I played with the thought. So, naturally, I watched some porn and enjoyed myself, giving off as much sexual vibes I could. As I came, I moaned loudly, just to hammer the point home. Afterwards, I felt a bit silly. If the owner was anywhere in the house, he'd probably wonder what kind of jackass he'd rented the house to. But hey... We all do stupid things to entertain ourselves. Right? I killed the lights, rolled over and fell asleep.

I woke up at 1 a.m.. Just like last night, I felt the chill down my back. Once again there was a space between me and the covers. I tried pushing them down, but they just kept rising back up. After pressing them down a few times, I got out of bed, wrapped the covers around me and went back to bed. It wasn't very comfortable, but better than freezing. Just as I fell asleep I could swear I heard a sigh beside me.

I was dreaming again. The woman was back in the bed. This time I could at least move my head enough to look at her. Or, I would've been able to look at her if there'd been someone there. The bed was empty except for myself. Then I might or might not have seen something. The best way to describe it would be she was 98% invisible. I couldn't see her, but at the same time, I did. Or at least an outline of her. Like the heat rising from a hot surface, only in the shape of a person.

I woke up at 2 a.m. I had somehow unwrapped myself from my covers and now there was once again that annoying space under the covers behind me, as if someone was lying there. I was about to get out of bed to wrap myself up again when I realized I couldn't really move. A bit, but not enough for any meaningful movement. Then I saw her again. Like in my dream, she was both visible and invisible at the same time. I had managed to roll over on my back, or maybe it was her who had rolled me over.

I could feel her cold hand on my chest again. She'd placed her thigh on my legs, pressing her body against mine. That soft sigh in my ear before she kissed my cheek. Her hand now softly scratching its way across my chest. I felt my cock throbbing already. She softly kissed her way across my cheek to my lips. As she kissed me on the mouth I felt a faint tingle. It was bizarre feeling someone kiss me when I couldn't see anyone there.

Her kisses grew greedier. Her tongue pressed in between my lips and into my mouth. It felt like when you accidentally drink an ice cube, but in a sensual way. Her tongue played around with mine for a few seconds before she broke off the kiss. Suddenly the covers were violently cast aside, leaving me lying exposed on the bed. Her hand moved further down my body, as did her lips. She kissed my cheeks, my neck, my chest, my nipples and my belly. Then two hands grabbed my boxer and pulled them down, allowing for my rock hard cock to spring free. The boxer was thrown across the room.

A cold hand grabbed my dick, slowly jerking it. I still couldn't really move, but I managed to look down. It was so incredibly weird seeing my dick getting jerked off by an invisible hand. The movement, the imprint of an invisible hand on it... That's when she licked it. From the base to the tip, she licked it with long, cold strokes. I couldn't really comprehend what was happening, other than that it was one of the most amazing things I'd ever experienced.

Then she took it into her mouth. I let out a yelp, both of surprise and pleasure. It was the most incredible blowjob of my life, in more ways than one. So cold, but so, so good. One hand caressing my balls, her mouth sucking my dick and the other hand dragging her nails across my belly, leaving read marks in their wake. I stared at my cock as she bobbed her head up and down, taking the entire length into her mouth. I knew I was going to cum soon, but I didn't want it to end. The way her tongue circled the head when she was on top, then slid along the shaft as she lowered it.

Then she pulled her head back, releasing my cock from her mouth's grip. I was just about to cum, and tried telling her to keep going, but I couldn't speak. I was so desperate to cum I was going to lose my mind if she didn't finish the job.

That's when I felt her hand around the base again. Pointing my dick straight up, she guided it into her pussy. She was so tight, wet and cold. She slid slowly down, taking her time getting it all in. Then, when her pussy pressed against the base of my cock, I felt her hands grabbing my wrists, pulling my hands up past my head. An invisible tit hit my face and I felt the hard nipple brush my lips. Then she started moving. She was riding me slowly, carefully at first, then faster, harder and rougher. Her tits hit my face as they passed by over and over again. My dick was on fire, despite her cold cunt.

A distant moan. She was obviously enjoying herself. My balls were so heavy with cum that they felt like they could explode. She rode me harder and rougher, her moans becoming more audible. I felt her cunt tightening around my cock, and by the sound of her moans she was getting close to cumming. So was I. I felt the pressure building, the tingling in my balls. As she pumped me harder and harder with her cold pussy, I heard her moans reaching a crescendo as she started spasming. Her pussy squeezed my cock so hard it almost hurt. I was cumming too.

My huge load shot from my cock into my ghostly lover. Thick strands of cum pumping into her. I could see it shooting into her, as if it was under water. It pumped out, then moving in slow motion before stopping, settling inside her. She leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone. My cum remained, fell down, hitting my balls before running down onto the bed. Without thinking, I sat up. It was then I realized I could move again. I felt around me, but the woman was gone. Only my cum told me she'd ever been there.

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"So... Enjoyed your stay?" the owner asked.

"Very much so," I said, returning the keys.

"You know, you're one of the very few that didn't ask for a refund or a discount."

"Yeah, well..." I said. "You know what people are like. They hear a house settling or a banging pipe and they panic."

"If only everyone were as enlightened as you about these things," he said. "Then I could actually have made some money on this house."

"Well, tell you what," I said. "I'd be more than happy to rent it for the next weekend as well, if it's available."