The house had been too good of a deal to pass up. It was only after the deal had gone through and the day before she was to move in that Jennifer found out why the price had been so low. "People claim it's haunted," the real estate agent told her with a wink to show he didn't believe it, but that the local yokels did. Jennifer had laughed at the time. The house did have that classic Adam's family look about it, secluded, two story gothic, high on a hill with no neighbors around and a rickety picket fence surrounding it. Sure it needed some paint and the wiring would have to be redone, but haunted? Jennifer didn't believe in that kind of nonsense.
That was then. Now, Jennifer was not so sure. The moving men had worked fast all that day as if they didn't want to be in the house any longer than they had to. In record time she was moved in for her first night in the house. Everything had seemed fine until she woke up a few minutes ago. A glance at the alarm on nightstand said it was just past midnight and she wondered what had woken her up. Somewhere in the house there was a creaking noise. Just a shutter or a door somewhere she told herself and decided to get up to look around. Jennifer could not help but think of the horror movies where poking around in a dark haunted house was the last thing people did...literally.
Determined not to let her nerves get the better of her, Jennifer stood up and reached for her robe. Just as her fingers touched it, a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky outside the window followed almost instantly by a loud crack of thunder. When her heart started to beat again, Jennifer wondered where the hell that storm had come from. The forecast had been for clear skies for the next week and not a cloud had been visible when she had gone to bed two hours before. She stood watching the lightning for a minute as intense flashes lit up the sky. If there had been someone in the room with her, they would have gotten an eyeful as each flash displayed her buxom form for an instant. Dressed in a gauzy nightie, the flashes made it seem totally transparent as if she was standing there nude and that was an awe inspiring sight. Jennifer had very blonde shoulder length hair, pure blue eyes, full sensuous lips, a 44DD set of melons that men lusted after at first sight and a pair of hips that could launch an entire navy with one wiggle.
After a minute of watching the storm, Jennifer put on her robe, but didn't bother to tie it and it gaped open in front as she left the bedroom on slippered feet. The creaking noise seemed to be on this floor and she paused to try and pinpoint it further. It seemed to be coming from down the hall, from what the real estate agent said used to be the children's bedroom for the original owners. Jennifer padded down to the room and reached for the doorknob. She touched it and then pulled back her hand in surprise, it was icy cold to the touch! Hesitantly she reached again for the knob and found it to be at a normal temperature. Don't let your imagination run away with you she admonished herself and opened the door and stepped into the room. The cause of the creaking was immediately apparent. There was a large wooden wardrobe in the room. Too big to bother moving, it had been locked when she toured the house and had thought no more of it. Now, however, the doors to the wardrobe swung open and shut making the creaking sound. How the doors had gotten unlocked and what was making them open and shut was a total mystery and even as she watched the doors stopped moving and hung open for her to see inside.
The wardrobe was about six feet high, with legs that raised the bottom of the doors about a foot off the floor. It was about four feet wide and about three feet deep with a bar running across the top for hangers though there were none left. In the back corner of the wardrobe, Jennifer could see something sitting on the floor and in a flash of lightning, she saw it was a stuffed teddy bear. It was brown, about three feet in height and looked a little worse for the wear, probably forgotten by some child in the hurry of moving. There was another flash of lightning and for just a second Jennifer thought she saw the eyes in the bear flash a bright red, but surely that was just some type of optical trick. Curious Jennifer went over to the wardrobe and started to reach for the bear. It was just out of her reach as she bent down to pick it up so she started to crawl partway into the wardrobe. At that point her robe caught on something, a nail perhaps, and since it was not tied it fell off her leaving Jennifer in just her flimsy nightie kneeling on the floor of the wardrobe.
The thing was deeper than she first thought as she could still not quite reach the bear and she crawled forward a bit. Suddenly the doors to the wardrobe creaked shut and smacked her on the ass sending her sprawling inside the wardrobe. Jennifer gave a little squeal and suddenly found herself in total dark as the doors had closed. When she got to her knees, she found that they had locked themselves again trapping her inside. She was trying hard not to panic when she heard something moving in the darkness of the wardrobe. Panicked, she felt around the wardrobe and her fingers brushed against the fur of the bear. Suddenly in the total dark of the wardrobe, she saw the two glowing red eyes again and the bear moved under her touch. Recoiling in fear, Jennifer backed against the far wall of the wardrobe and watched in horror as the two eyes began to move towards her. There was the odd shuffling sound, like the sound a fluffy teddy bear would make if it could walk,
Jennifer watched in horror as the eyes got closer to her then she felt the furry body pressing against her chest as she knelt there petrified. Soft furry paws felt at her breasts through the nightie and she shook off her fear enough to reach down and try to push the thing away from her. To her surprise, she found she could not budge the furry thing that was clinging to her and then she gasped as her hands brushed against something hard and throbbing. This is impossible...it can't be happening she though as her hands closed over what was obviously a hard cock poking out of the fur. How could a teddy bear have a eight inch cock she thought? Then again, how could a teddy bear have those glowing red eyes. She tried to pull her hands back from the hard shaft but they didn't seem to want to let go. Suddenly a soft voice spoke to her.
"Stroke it," said the voice. "Your hands feel so nice on my cock and I know you want to stroke it.. . . "
