= This story is for
Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024
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= Like other great stories, all characters (including a ghost) are 18+ years old.
= Enjoy!
** start **
-This is a good deal to you, too.
I learned a little bit about 'spiritual' things. So I know several ways to communicate with spirits and I have some experiences. However, I never expected voices of a spirit would ring right from inside of my head. Without my knowledge and experiences, I'd have gone crazy already. Maybe I myself turned into another residual ghost like her, the owner of the voice in my head.
"What did you say?"
-It's a good deal. I'll make it short. You make love with your girlfriend, I get my wish granted. All you should do is tell my name three times when I feel orgasm. Simple. Isn't it?
What's not included in that 'short' summary is that the ghost, who said her name is Elvira, wants to get into my lovely Emma's body. Sadly I know adverse effects of possession on a person. So we, I and the ghost named Elvira, already had a first round of negotiation, which led to the fact that both of us could damage each other. Severely. The most important thing is that I can't let Emma be comatose on the floor of a haunted house forever.
"I am not so out of my mind as to have sex with someone on this shitty floor"
Of course I knew this was just a feeble excuse.
-There is a secret room. Just follow my direction.
I felt I lost. Still, I shot another feeble excuse.
"How can I trust you won't do harm to Emma? What if you just eat and run?"
-Okay. If your girlfriend has any mental problem because of this, I'll be your familiar. Are you satisfied now?
"Wha..."
This ghost is desperate.
"Do you know..."
-I know much more than you what a familiar do, you idiot.
So I carefully lifted Emma up and began to walk.
Elvira the ghost told me her story while I took Emma to the room. Elvira was sold to a rich butcher as a bride. But on their first night the butcher killed her, pretty cruelly and painfully, and she just became a residual ghost. She was bound to stay in this Victorian style house for more than a century. While I lay Emma down on an old-fashioned and heavily decorated divan couch, The ghost kept on telling. From inside of my head.
-I saw many people get into this house and have sex. When I feel good I just watched, but when I feel terrible I made them know that they're not alone. One day I was watching another couple having sex on the living room floor. They were really enjoying each other and the woman began to feel orgasm. It was so intense I was totally immersed in that feeling. At that moment I suddenly saw light like a thousand suns shining at the same time, and I saw the Harbinger. I asked how I could get to the place I was supposed to and the Harbinger just told me 'That feeling'.