I am not one to be told daft ideas. Because when someone suggested under Phantom Pleasures that there should be a sequel for Halloween, of course that I had to write that. Happy spooky season to you all, Literotica Readers! May your hauntings be just as good as Ruby's or even better ;)
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Ruby rolled her eyes after walking past a group of teenagers in fancy dress trying to scare her by shouting "Boo!". It was so cheesy and she resented that they still managed to startle her - but it was all because her mind was elsewhere.
This year, in her final year of uni, she resolved to visit the ghost of Northam Manor as often as she could. It still wasn't as often as she would've liked since she had actual finals to worry about, but often enough that the de-stressing effects may have been the one thing that kept her shit together when everything else piled on top of her. It was also her only form of exercise these days (if being made to orgasm multiple times a night counted as exercise) and still far preferable to stress eating. With Thursday classes not starting until noon and Wednesday nights too slow at the restaurants to bother picking up those shifts, they became a go-to day for a routine trip to Northam Manor.
However, this Wednesday was Halloween, which Ruby entirely forgot about. The higher than usual foot traffic annoyed her and bypassing families escorting their kids trick-or-treating proved an actual challenge. The residential location of Northam Manor that was usually a blessing ironically proved to be somewhat of a curse.
Ruby took a deep, steadying breath right before the turn leading to the manor. This was just another day and she shouldn't be getting annoyed at a slight delay. It would be worth the wait.
The front of the house appeared in the distance, somehow more looming with its overgrown with ivy faux-medieaval facade when compared against the brightly lit houses down the street, welcoming children in all sorts of costumes. Parents gently steered their ghosts, mummies, witches, and Spidermen in the direction away from the abandoned house as if they too believed it to be haunted. One or two gave Ruby a curious look as she strutted down, dressed in tracky bottoms and a sweatshirt that were unusually light for this time of the year. The locals clearly knew this face didn't belong to one of their neighbours, but they couldn't spare longer than a glance when a candy crime was a real risk.
Usually Ruby never spared as much as a single look backwards whenever she visited Northam Manor. With the street far from its usual deserted state, she took a little more care to ensure that no-one saw her walk through the front door - as well as quickly glanced around the corner checking for any Halloween tricksters.
"Hello?" She called out once the door closed behind her. "Anyone here?"
The wallpaper, so old that it yellowed down to a brown, was a sight as familiar as the magnolia paint of her student accommodation, though far more inviting thanks to the memories attached. At this time of the year Ruby had to use the torchlight on her phone when on the corridor, though she left some battery candles around the rooms she used. Who said that lighting couldn't be moody as well as practical? A quick scan of the living room confirmed it to be empty and since Ruby doubted that any pranksters would make it further than that, she headed upstairs much lighter with relief.
Over the many visits she'd gradually turned the master bedroom into a cosy love nest. Or as much as she could on a student budget. There was little that she could do about the broken bed frame or the moth-eaten mattress, but one afternoon of deep cleaning, a couple of bean bags she found for a steal on Facebook Marketplace, and a whole bunch of little lights worked magic on the place. Pretty trinkets distracted the eye from the dilapidated basics, whilst making her feel special when she was getting railed by a ghost.
Speaking of whom, Ruby knew that they were always around, bound to this house and likely aware of her coming from the moment she walked through the gate. The two of them played this game where the ghost tried to surprise her with when they appeared. So instead of saying hello to draw her spectral friend out, she dropped her bag on the floor next to the biggest bean bag, and pulled off her sweatshirt, enjoying the sensation of the air cooling off the places where the brisk walk had made her sweat.
She'd actually been thinking about this evening all day and had it planned out. Armed with a whole pack of industrial strength batteries, Ruby brought every single sex toy that she owned, laying them all out for the ghost to choose which one they wanted to use. And the best part was that she wouldn't know which one it was until they did because she also chose to wear a blindfold; the goodie bag from her cousin's hen do came through with that satin eye mask.
With everything neatly laid out on a bean bag next to her, candles and fairy lights on, the right playlist filling the space with even more ambience, there was no harm in getting started. Ruby slipped on the mask and sunk into her seat with a sigh. The world was already so much better, just from knowing that pleasure was incoming.
Her mind was already inching towards tonight's fantasy whe slipped a hand under her tank top, the only layer she wore under the sweatshirt. She liked to get started without the ghost, savouring the moment alone and using it to fuel her once they arrived. What would it be tonight? A ravenous werewolf whose hunger could only be satiated by taking her like a savage? Or a poltergeist of a failed casanova, cursed to remain on this earth until they learnt how to satisfy a lover? There was also the old faithful vampire whose house she wandered into for shelter who promised to let her go in the morning on the condition that she give herself freely. The repetition of that one started to lose its edge a little, but it was Halloween and Ruby was feeling like the classic again.
The nipples between her fingers had gone so hard that even the slightest touch had caused pain. Pain that she had rather grown to enjoy and pushed its boundary a little further each time. She knew that when her nipples felt like breathing on them would tip her towards orgasm, then her knickers were entirely soaked. It took only the briefest of touches between her legs to confirm that.
With sweat beading at the roots of her hair, Ruby whipped off her bottoms, though still kept the panties on. Torturing herself with delayed gratification was one way of ensuring that she would come apart when the orgasm finally rocked through her body.
Her ears registered a barely audible swishing sound only a breath before cool, airy hands grazed across her skin. Lips already curving into a big smile, Ruby sank deeper into the bean bag, enjoying the caress.
"And good evening to you," she purred, moving her head to one side so that the ghost could kiss her neck in greeting. "I missed you too."
Her reward for this was being enveloped in a tiny tornado of excited air. A tornado which somehow managed to whip her panties off of her in the process, leaving her entirely naked and at the mercy of her phantom lover. The pressure that kept her legs spread also managed to shut her mouth up, the focus shifting from sassy comments to whatever fun the two of them might get up to tonight.
The ghost had stolen her breath away and Ruby was waiting to see what would happen next.
Over the months they'd spent together she learnt to read their airy murmurs and found them to be quite speech-like when they whispered directly into her ears, particularly with shorter sentences. It wasn't quite a voice, though her imagination supplied a baritone as warm and rich as a cup of dark roast coffee.
And that is precisely what she heard when air caressed her ear with a quiet:
"You started without me."
So that's the mood the ghost was in! If they wanted a brat, she could give them a brat.
"You were taking too long to get here," Ruby replied, adding just a hint of a whine to the "long" part.
"No more waiting then."
Two gusts of wind flipped Ruby onto her front. With enough push between her shoulder blades they dipped the bean bag so that her arse was sticking proudly upward. Fingers made out of breeze traced a line on the sensitive part right where her cheeks met her thighs, sending shivers all over her body.
