Keira sighed as she took a bite of the lacklustre pizza her dad had gotten for dinner. They just moved in and it's all there was to eat in this new house where the kitchen wasn't even fully functional.
"I'll go shopping for some food tomorrow, I know this isn't how you wanted to spend your eighteenth birthday, but I thank you for being a good sport about this." Her dad said.
"I get it. You fix up this rickety old mansion and it's a big payday. Doesn't stop it feeling creepy here. How many people died in this place?" She replied.
"Hopefully, a big enough payday to pay for your college and set us up for a good while. Besides it's not creepy, it's characterful and it's an old property of course there will have been people who've passed on here. That's normal, doesn't make it haunted." he said
"This place has a history though, I read online that this place hosted a cult or something." Keira said.
Her dad laughed "You worried that their occult joojoo left some bad vibes. That there are ghosties and demons hanging around?"
She gave him a withering look.
"The only lingering presence in this house is mildew. Which I plan to sort promptly by the way."
She sighed "I'm going to get an early night, a day of being the new kid at school awaits. I can't wait." She said with sarcasm.
She left her dad to demolish the remainder of the pizza and retreated to her new room. The aged decor looked bizarre in contrast with her IKEA furniture but at least she had her own ensuite bathroom. She opted to take a bath and relax. She stripped down to her bare pale skin, released her chestnut hair from its ponytail and sank herself into the hot water. She luxuriated in the massive tub. She felt a strange surge of paranoia, like someone was in the room with her. She jerked alert and quickly looked around. There was no one there, she was all by herself. She dismissed the feeling and went back to relaxing in the water.
She got up wrapped herself in a towel and wiped the condensation from the mirror. She looked at her face, heart shaped, full lips, high cheekbones and large emerald eyes. She did her usual skincare, slipped pajamas over her curvaceous form then retreated into bed. She turned out the light, sank beneath her covers, set an alarm on her phone and tried to get some sleep.
She relaxed and soon found herself on the verge of unconsciousness, almost asleep. As she lay there, she felt something brush against her, a feather light touch. But she ignored it initially. The touch grazed from her arm to her breast, lightly teasing her nipple. She roused, grabbed her phone and flashed the light around the room. There was definitely no one there. Her imagination had gotten the better of her. She put down her phone and slipped back under the covers. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax.
As she felt herself begin to doze...the touch returned. She felt it caressing both her breasts, rolling her nipples. She tried to ignore it, this was her imagination, there was no one else here. As she felt her nipples harden, the touch intensified. Like someone squeezing her breasts in their hands, lightly pinching her nipples between their fingers. She softly gasped as she felt the touch trail down her stomach beneath her pajama shorts and into her underwear. It proceeded to caress between her legs whilst giving a sensation of hands running up her thighs. The touch stroked up and down her folds before focusing on her clit. It gently circled around it, teasing. Keira found herself panting and instinctively parted her legs slightly as she balled up her hands in her sheets. The touch continued to caress her, speeding up the circles around the sensitive spot. She bit her lower lip to quieten her moans as pleasure ran through her. None of this made any sense but it felt too good to question it right now. The sensation built to her climax, as she trembled, tensed and collapsed into her mattress. What was that? She didn't know, but she was so relaxed she quickly drifted off to sleep.
She was woken by her alarm the next morning. She blearily sat up and went to use the bathroom. As she ran the hot water to wash her face, steam formed on the mirror. She jumped in surprise and was left confused, doubting herself. For a couple of seconds it looked like someone was writing a message on the mirror before it disappeared.
'Did you like my touch?'
She was just tired, in an unfamiliar place, she had read too many creepy rumours about. Her mind was playing tricks on her, that's all. She got dressed and went down to have breakfast. Her dad had already made a pot of coffee.
"Morning sweetheart, I've got you the breakfast of champions...pizza." He greeted her.
"Definitely." She agreed, pouring herself a cup of coffee and chugging it. "Taking it to go, gotta catch the bus."
She grabbed a slice. Put her bag over her shoulders and rushed out the door. She narrowly caught the bus and took a seat. Her first day of school wasn't bad. The other students were friendly enough, most were curious about the mansion and the day was over quickly enough. She made her way back home and helped her Dad with renovations until the evening. She had a shower and had the same feeling like something was watching her. She shook it off.
'There's nothing here and what happened last night must have been just a strange dream.' She kept repeating it over and over in her head.
She dressed for bed, turned out the light and climbed beneath the covers to sleep. She was drifting off when she felt a sensation like someone dragging their fingers up her waist to her breast and gently squeezing. She stirred when she felt the touch on her other breast.
'Again? I can't be imagining this.' She thought.
When the touch began its caress of her nipples, one side felt different, instead of fingers it felt soft, wet like a tongue. Like a mouth was around her nipple licking the tip. She pulled down the sheets. Hoping to see something, catch whatever was doing this. But there was nothing to see, nothing to touch, even as she grasped her own chest. Yet the touch continued. A feeling of lips grazed her skin as it travelled down her navel to between her legs. A feeling like a tongue ran up and down her nether lips, occasionally dipping inside her.
She unintentionally opened her legs as the lips wrapped around her clit and a sucking sensation sent shivers through her. She whimpered as what felt like fingers entered inside her. They quickly found her sweet spot inside and started pumping in and out, rubbing that sweet spot. She moaned with the combined sensations from her nipple, clit and her insides. She let out a gasp and a deeper moan as a tongue started to flick over her clit. Her eyelids fluttered and she writhed. No matter how she moved, the touch remained. She felt the touch drive her over the edge towards her orgasm. She covered her mouth with her hands to muffle her moans. She let out a small muffled scream as she finished.
The touch retreated. As she lay there, she wasn't imagining this, was she? Whatever this was, had just made her cum harder than anything else. Neither her ex nor her own exploration had even come close. She felt so relaxed and blissed out that sleep came over her quickly.
As her alarm tore her from sleep the next morning, she slowly opened her eyes. These past two nights something strange had happened to her and she needed to work out exactly what it was. There wasn't time for that now, she had to go to school. She quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. She grabbed a cup of coffee and a slice of toast before running out the door to catch the bus.
The morning classes flew by. She sat enjoying her lunch when one of the guys in her class approached her.
"Hi, you're Keira right? I'm Graham. We're in the same class." He introduced himself, holding out a hand to shake.
She took it and was given a respectably firm handshake.
"Yeah, that's me." She greeted him.
"It is true you're living up in the Blavatsky place?" he asked.
"Yeah, just while my dad fixes it up to sell." she answered.
"I hope that goes well for your dad. I doubt he'll find many people locally who'll want to help him though." He said.
"Why's that exactly? I did read some weird stuff about it online. But what does a local have to tell me about it?" She enquired. Interest piqued.
His face went somber.
"Well...that cult stuff creeps a lot of people out. I mean, their leader, the original owner went crazy and killed all his disciples...Then himself. That kind of thing leaves a place with...you know...a dark aura."
He tried to make his tone more light-hearted.
"If you believe in that kind of thing... Either way is cool." He gave her a warm smile.
She returned it and tried to keep her voice jovial.
