It was two years ago today that he died. Her mother walked in on Laura and her neighbor Tom while they were having sex. He shot him self in the head, right in her room on her bed a week later. She was so devastated that she slept on the couch for almost the next twelve months. The only time that she ever went into her room was to get all of her clothes out of her dresser so that she wouldn't have to go in there at all. She didn't sleep in there any more, she didn't use the adjoining bathroom any more. She didn't even ever look into her room any more. Not only that but she hadn't had much of a social life since it happened. She had stopped dating all together. But this was going to be the first night that she was going to sleep in her room since the incident, and she was determined to stay the whole night. Her sister had offered to switch rooms with her, but she had to prove to herself that there was nothing to be afraid of, and that her life could and would return to normal.
Laura had showered, and gotten dressed in her pajamas in her old bathroom that was attached to her room. She grabbed her hairbrush and sat in front of her mirror. As she brushed her hair she felt a chill flow through the room. It almost felt like there was someone else standing there with her. She dismissed the thought as ludicrous and continued to brush her hair, looking cautiously over her shoulder the whole time. She felt another breeze that felt like it passed directly through her, and she started to brush her hair a little bit faster then before. She was starting to get afraid again until she saw that her window was open a crack. She paused her brushing just long enough to close the window and prepare her bed for the night by pulling a corner of the covers down on one side. When she returned to the mirror she didn't sit down since she was almost finished brushing her hair. It was only shoulder length so it didn't take her that long to brush it, but she needed a distraction until she could get enough courage to get in bed and turn off the lights, which didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon.
She continued to brush as if it was actually doing anything, which it wasn't. she was getting terrified at the thought that there might be someone behind her. She could plainly see that there wasn't, but she still felt like someone was watching her as she stared into the mirror and continued brushing like she would die if she didn't. She was actually starting to scare herself out of spending the night in her own room with the way that she was thinking. She came within one more stroke of her brush of leaving her room and sleeping on the couch again, but she didn't. she slammed down the brush, looked herself in the mirror and said, "I am not going to let this beat me."
She put her hands over her face and started sobbing softly. She had the distinct feeling that this room of hers was going to beat her. She sobbed a little harder as she stood there, wishing that her mother hadn't caught them in bed together that day. She wished that he hadn't been so emotionally distraught. She wished that he was right there with her now so that he could help her through the night. He had always given her the courage to do anything. Even though she was only sixteen she felt like she could take on the world with him.
As she sobbed into her hands she felt as if someone had just lightly put there arms around her waist to hold her. She put her hands down and opened her eyes to see a still empty room, and no one behind her. She picked up a tissue and wiped off her face as she stood there alone, but the feeling of someone holding her was still there. She must really be lonely if she could make herself feel the touch of someone who wasn't there. In fact, the more tight the hold felt, the more her confidence grew. It was almost as if it was the ghost of Tom that was holding her. She let out a giggle as she threw that theory out the window. There was no way that Tom would come back as a ghost just to give her enough courage to sleep in her own room. He must have better things to do in the afterlife than that. But it did feel remarkably like the way that he used to hold her.
The minutes passed as she stood there contemplating the hold she was feeling. She put her own arms around her waist as if to pull the phantom consoler closer to her. She felt as if someone was nuzzling the side of her neck. The whole experience was beginning to turn her on. She was starting to welcome the idea of her dead neighbor's ghost keeping her calm in her time of need. She felt warm and safe the way this spirit was holding her. She wanted to show her appreciation for these wonder feelings that she had at this moment but she didn't know how.
She walked over to her bed and laid down on top of the covers, still holding her waist, but companion had left her. She felt abandoned again, but the fear wasn't returning, and she still didn't feel alone. It felt like her invisible partner was laying next to her on her left now. Still nuzzling her neck and putting it's arm on her midriff again. Only this time it was rubbing her stomach as if it had known that she really enjoyed that. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she let the experience take over, and let herself enjoy everything that was happening. She felt the hand move down to her left leg, and then up the her chest just between her breasts. She opened her eyes and noticed that the top button of her top was undone now. She was a little bit perplexed as she specifically remembered buttoning all of the buttons on her blouse. She also felt her mystery guest pressing against her side now as it went back to rubbing her stomach. She reached up and buttoned her top button again, hoping that this time it would stay buttoned, but it didn't. This time she saw it happen though, as it undid it's self right in front of her open eyes.
The feeling of someone pressing into her side was moving in between her legs now, and strangely she opened her legs wider to help it gain a better position. She brought he feet up flat just below her butt, and spread her knees wide as the stranger unbuttoned the next button. She felt a hand reach in to her blouse and grab her left breast as a set of lips started kissing her just below her neck. Laura reached up and grabbed her breast opposite of where her unseen lover was fondling her and took her other hand and pushed it down into her pants. The hand on her breast stopped it's gentle caress, then she felt it take hold of her wrist and pull her hand out from her pants. She didn't mind, she had the feeling that her lover would take care of her needs. And so she put both of her hands on her breasts as the spirit pulled her bottoms right off of her and dropped them off of the end of the bed.
