"Hello?"
Hello? Really? That's what she was going with - yelling out a greeting into an empty, obviously haunted house?
Sometimes, Cara thought she was just too stupid to live - like those bimbos in horror movies.
She clutched the baseball bat tighter as she rounded the corner onto the first floor landing, wishing she'd had the sense to leave a light on before going to bed. It was, after all, her very first night in the house she'd inherited from her great-aunt, and while she knew logically haunted houses didn't exist, the moaning echoing around the Victorian manor couldn't be ignored.
"I knew I should've had this place blessed by a priest or something," Cara muttered as she crept further along the corridor. She also wished she'd grabbed a robe to throw over her satin teddy nightgown - it might've been warm when she'd gone to bed, but now goosebumps were prickling her bare skin.
The moaning - male, broken, and weirdly distant, as though it was coming from the end of a tunnel - grew louder with every step Cara took, until she was standing right outside the room it seemed to be coming from. It was the only room she hadn't snooped around in yet - she guessed it to be a guest bedroom, judging by the rusted old bed frame, battered wardrobe, and sad-looking mattress.
She pushed the door open with shaking hands, and immediately the moaning stopped. Moonlight illuminated the bed, but Cara couldn't see anyone in the room, or hear anything besides her own loud breathing.
"If this is a prank," she said in her sternest voice, "it's a really lame one. Just come out so I can kick your ass outta here. I'm in no mood for bullshit."
A soft breeze hit her right side - although she was certain the window was closed tightly - and suddenly a masculine voice was in her ear, "Then what are you in the mood for, beautiful girl?"
Cara shrieked and swung the bat around wildly, eyes flickering left and right for the source of the voice, but there was nothing to be seen.
Before she could so much as scream again, the bat was knocked out of her hands, clattering away on the landing, and she was tossed backwards, right into the middle of the ancient bed. She went to scramble away, but hands - but they couldn't be hands, as there was nothing there! - grabbed her legs and pinned her down, knees apart, face down.
"I was so hoping you'd come looking for me," purred the voice, as Cara struggled against his - its? - hold. "I've been so lonely, but then you moved in...and I couldn't resist letting you know of my existence..."
"W-what are you?" Cara choked out. The unseen force's hands smoothed up her bare, toned thighs, stopping just before her ass. She tried - and failed - not to shiver under the intimate caress.
