This is one of my earlier stories, but I hope it's still enjoyable. It was written for the following prompt: You scoffed when you heard the rumors that your new house was haunted. That is, until you jump into bed one night and a female voice protests, "Watch it, cutie."
This part doesn't contain any sex, though future chapters may eventually have some.
I hung up my towel and put on a loose t-shirt and my comfy as fuck pajama pants, ready for my first night in the old house. The water heater was a little iffy, but I tended to boil myself in my showers anyway and it had worked just fine for melting me into a relaxed puddle. I oozed down the hall, my face still flushed after the overload of hot water. Boxes dominated the master bedroom, holding all of the crap I had collected in my last apartment, and the pair of suitcases I was actually living out of at the moment were corralling the bed. I grabbed the paperback I was reading before making a leap over the luggage, landing on the huge mattress and suddenly feeling like I was dunking my limbs in ice water.
Watch it, cutie.
As unexpected things to hear went, it wasn't that bad. 'Don't bother screaming,' for example, would be far worse, but when you thought you were alone, anything was terrifying. I let out a little shriek, backpedaling on my hands and knees until I fell over the suitcases and the sensation of cold around my arms and legs disappeared. I scrambled to my feet, looking around wildly.
"Who- Who's there?" I managed after a few moments, my voice an octave too high. I felt like a stupid victim in a horror movie once I said it, but I couldn't think of anything better.
You can hear me?
The voice - if it even was a voice - seemed to reach my brain without going through my ears, the sound directionless and creepy as all hell.
"Yes," I squeaked, my heart thrumming in my chest. What else could I say?
Huh. That's new.
The invisible speaker paused.
Uh, hi, I guess.
"Hi...?" They sounded female, for a given value of 'sounded', and didn't seem to want to hurt me. The fear started to ebb away, replaced by a confused nervousness. "Who... Who are you...?"
Straight to the hard questions.
They - she? - seemed to sigh.
I guess you can call me Mel.
Probably female, then, unless that was short for Melvin. "Um. I'm Gwen."
Hi, Gwen.
I got the sense that if I could see her, she would be giving me a tiny, sarcastic wave. Speaking of...
"Um... where are you, Mel?"
You really don't let up with the toughies, do you? Don't want to ask me what my favorite color is?
When I didn't say anything, she sighed again.
It's blue, if you care. Alright. Don't freak out, okay?
She seemed to be expecting me to answer. I nodded.
Like, seriously, don't run away.
I nodded, much more hesitantly.
