A bride from the beyond the grave

You can’t help but watch with baited breath as more. and more the glowing figure starts to fade in before your eyes. While remaining a bit translucent, and with a whiteish glow it’s starts to solidify more, and more. From a glowing blob that merely resembles a human, it takes only about a minute for outline to become more and more clear. With color coming in, and a sharpening of the figure, the details of their body starts to form slowly into the outline of a feminine figure. A look of wonder is plastered across your face as now a seemingly fully formed ghost girl is now hovering just a few feet above your bed.

Your eyes flick up, and down her over repeatedly as you stare at the spirit, you examining the entity with deep fascination, and curiosity. One thing you recognize is that the spirit is about six and a half feet in height. She’s also looks to be a few years older then you, maybe about around your older sister crystals age? The frame of this phantom is very slender, and nearly petite. Her having a body that is as innocent looking, as it is cute. Her body type appearing to be sort of rectangular shaped, though not enough to make her look masculine or detract from her femininity. The structure of her ghostly vestige is quite harmonized. With there not being one physical attribute that takes away from any other. All of her ghostly flesh coming together in one neat complete package. Of course only the best packages have a few eye catching bows. One of those bows being the ghosts breasts!

Her boobs are small perfectly spherical, with no sag. Them sitting at the size of a a modest b cup. The slight bit of cleavage that is shown off by her low cut top helping to increase the desirability of her chest despite her not being the biggest in the world. Then there is her ass. As connecting to a set of moderate sized hips, there lies a small, yet shapely, and firm rear. Her rump again echoing that conforming adorableness that the rest of her body does. As for being able to gage if her cock follows this same pattern, the clothes she is wearing keep that part of her a mystery for now. Speaking of her clothes, while you did just note all these things about the ghost’s body, what more so catches your attention is the outfit she wears. The entity being adorned with a rather disheveled but also instantly recognizable garb.

Firstly upon her head concealing a length of dark brown hair which falls down to her chest is a white vail. The vail is ripped at the edges seeming to have been tore some how. Resting on her temple, and seemingly attached to vail is a singular tattered rose. The sad floral drooping a little as it’s missing a few petals, and a few leaves just barley cling onto the rest of the flower. The vail is one that has the fabric thin enough so that it can cover the face, and be seen through by who ever wears it. The ghost girl however wears with the vail not covering her face, instead she has it fall to the back of her head, and to the sides of her face it almost making the fabric look like a unattached hood. Yet strangely the ghosts still has her face concealed despite her forgoing the proper use of the vail.

Obscuring her full features is what looks like a white mask. The left side shines brightly for an instance as moonlight from the widow glints off of the forehead. You guess that it’s constructed out of some like porcelain, or other very pristine material as it’s surface is spotless, and shiny though not exactly metallic looking . The shape of this sculpted face wear, is very minimalistic in detail. It’s doesn’t look like it’s very stylized, it only contouring a little to vaguely resemble a human face. It even missing lips or any sort of mouth in genarl leaving the part between nose, and chin just a smooth empty space.

By her eyes however are large holes which allow you to see her eyes. Her peepers very alluring actually, as her eyes, are big and wide giving the ghost a subtle adorable charm to her face. As well her irises are a dazzling light blue, the color so bold, and clear it’s like looking into a cloudless morning sky. Another thing about the eye holes is that they are big enough to display her brow. A rather helpful design, as seeing her eyebrows makes it’s a lot easier to read her facial expressions ghosts facial expressions. One really strange thing though is that you don’t actually see how the mask is able to stay in place upon the spirit’s face. There being no visible strap, or any other part that would keep the mask from just slipping off. She is a ghost through so you doubt the same laws of physics really apply to something as insignificant as mask wear.

The most important part of her outfits though is all bellow the neck. For on her body the clothing worn presents a possible hint of when this ghost passed away. Covering her in an absolute abysmal state is a pure white wedding gown. The traditional garb of matrimony seeming to have been sent through hell, and back. Or at least a few rounds with a rabid wolverine. Firstly if the dress has arms, they are long gone. Her bare limbs left uncovered as it seems something ripped them clean off. Actually most of her outfit is ripped. With the middle of her dress severed completely into two, and what you presume was once a long frilly gown doesn’t even go past her knees. This actually making the dress look like some sort of mini skirt, and top. Like it’s stylized specifically to look. Besides that though this ‘bride’ wears nothing else, not even shoes as looking down you can see she has pair of very lovely feet at the end of those shapely legs of her’s.

Of course whatever it’s appearance is doesn’t really matter as it’s all overshadowed by the fact that you are really looking at the visible soul of some one who has passed on! Just coming to grips with the reality of what this thing... this woman is.... Takes precedent in your mind over it’s mere looks. Now looking face to face with it, your brain starts to race with all the thoughts of what it means for you to be seeing what you are seeing. The implications of what your looking at, why it changes the very nature of the world!!! The soul, the afterlife, it’s all confirmed to be real now!! A rather heavy subject which you guess is a kind of comforting thought.

“Hey!” The ghost woman then sudden speaks, her voice so high pitched and girlish, it easily cuts right through your train of thought.

You blink a few times as your attention refocuses on the spirit girl, her seeming a bit agitated as she narrows her eyes at you. She then adjusts her position in the air her disapproving gaze kept locked on to you as she lowers herself down till she’s not even a foot away. You shrink back slightly, a slight chill able to be felt coming from the phantom as she hovers over you. Though she has on that mask covering most of her face, her eyes, and aura give off a less then chipper feel.

“Y-y-yes??” Is all you can manage to stammer as she gets so close her face is only inches away from your own.

Heart starting to thump faster in your chest, you dig your fingers into the mattress of your bed as you brace for a coming attack.

“Why are you just starting at me with that stupid look on your face!!!” The phantom then says in a unexpectedly whiny tone.

“H-Huh?” You respond a bit caught off guard by the ghost’s demeanor.

“You heard me, a cute spirit comes to visit you in the middle of the night, and you don’t even look the least bit thankful!” The ghost squeaks angrily, shaking her fists at the ceiling as she spins around in the air in a complete tizzy.

“U-um s-sorry?” You apologize, your tone almost a question as you aren’t exactly sure what you’ve done wrong.

“I should hope your sorry, do you know how hard it is to manifest like this?!?!” The spirit says as she swoops back on over you, hands on her hips as she still sports an irritated look behind that mask of her’s.

She then flips horizontally, eyes cast upwards as she starts to slowly drift around the room as if she was doing the deadman’s float in the pool.

“Like I have no connection to this location, as well no one around here even has any really belief in the paranormal, ugh I hate the suburbs everything ones so consumeristic, and casual the supernatural as a very IDEA is nothing but entertainment to you guys, and like there’s not even a graveyard or spirit medium for millleeeesssss too, and don’t even get started on the lack of arcane exploration, like no one in this sleepily little town has even gotten out a weejiboard for Halloween, or tried to dabble in arcane magic, seriously you newer generations are sooooo boring!!!”

The ghost girl floats around in a circle staring up at the ceiling as she rants away. You not even sure if she’s talking to you, herself, or some one else as she rattles off a long lists of gripes that she seems to have with your neighborhood. The just of her annoyance with the area seeming to be that because there doesn’t seem to be any one indulging in paranormal actives, or any location that would be connected to the spirit world near by, her showing up to your house like this took a great amount of effort. You guess that makes some sense as if ghost could just pop up any where in the real world with out any effort, they would probably be a common occurrence rather then a debated phenomenon.

“Ehh whatever...” The spirit sighs, flipping round again she flies back down, and then lands next to you, taking a cross legged seat on the bed.

Turning to face her, you believe you can detect her smiling at you from under that mask. This along with a predatory glint from her baby blue irises makes you more then uneasy. Your eyes flick down to your crotch as your nakedness comes to forefront of your mind. Your completey bare for this phantom woman to see. Not a stitch of fabric to protect your modesty, or keep even a bit of the chill this feminine entity enmities at bay.

Then slowly the ghost girl begins to make a move. At a torturously sluggish pace she starts to inch her arm towards your body. She keeps her eyes locked on your’s as she gradually get closer, and closer. It’s almost like she’s testing you, wanting to find out what thoughts are currently running through that mind of yours. Raising a curious eyebrow she leans in a little as she keeps moving. The slow pace at which she’s goes almost seems to be like she’s goading you to make a move, and as her icy hand touches your inner thigh you do.

While before you did have the intention of cooperating fully with this spirit the tension, and approaching threat of perhaps being the first every person to be molested by a ghost makes you lose your nerve. In a frantic panic you toss your legs to the side trying to quickly roll yourself off the bed to scramble away. However as soon as your feet hit the floor a you’re yanked up into the air by your ankles. Your attempt to run only ending up with you suspended upsides down, and all the blood now rushing to your head.

“Tch your still trying to run, you ungrateful little brat, you don’t even know how lucky you do you?” The ghost huffs her giving you the stink eye, arms crossed as she looks up at you suspended.

“How I am lucky that I’m about to be violated by the spirit of some dried up old corpse?” You instinctively snap back, from your fight or flight instinct causing a split second of reckless aggression to over take you for a second.

With all your adrenaline still spiking you can’t help but lash out at this entity momentarily forgetting the power it seems to be able to wield. Of course as soon as the words leave your lips you immediately regret what you said. Your not having some juvenile spat with your sister here! For god’s sake this is the exact opposite of not pissing off this undead soul! It seems it’s far too late for an apology though as, after the brides eyebrows go up in surprise, her brow furrows in anger.

“What did you just say to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!” The ghost shrieks her high pitched bratty tone warping till it turned into a horrid scream.

Her hair, vail, and rest of her clothing all start to flap about like suddenly she was standing in the middle of a tornado. A mystic green aura cracks out from around the bride, and you feel an intense pressure pushing against your whole body from her direction. It like she’s emitting some kind of other worldly energy that was. A few of the items in your room start to rumble. The nick nacks you have on your dresser bounce around on top of it. Your gaming system, and tv are rattled a tower of game cases you have stack besides them topples over some scattering your large game library across the floor. A picture of you as a child hung on the wall crash to the ground to the glass frame shattering into shards of glass as it hits the oak wood floor boards. It’s like your whole room is enveloped in a earthquake!

Your heart feels like it’s twisting into one giant knot, as the pressure pressing against you intensifies. The green glow of the ghost turns darker as well. With every muscle you have stiffening as the phantom bride’s appearance starts to shift. A disturbing sight of bones, guts, and blood starts to appear from the ghost. Cuts open up on her body, bones start to push out, and protrude out from her under skin, and burn marks bubble across her flesh. Her intestines leak out of her stomach from a growing puncture wound where her belly is. One of her eyeballs flops from it’s socket, the retina looking like piece of spaghetti as the eye ball falls down to her cheek.

The sight before you only becomes more, and more disturbing, you feeling absolutely sick to your stomach as more, and more gruesome injuries sprout over the phantom’s body. You’ve never felt this scared in your life, pure dread buzzing with in your chest as a sensation of needles shoot up your spine. Your lungs are hot as your breathing rapidly increases. Your heart feels as if it’s pumping so fast your almost worried it might exploded. Where as before your body was absolutely stiff as a board now you just can’t stop shaking. Every muscle in you is trembling as you are still helpless held upside down in the air. With the horrendous scene before you is still unfolding, and evolving you begin hyperventilating. Breathing fast, and deep you become dizzy, your body seeming to scream in pain for more air no matter how much you suck in.

It’s all to much. You break down as tears begin to well up in your eyes. This is it your going to die, this thing is going to rip you apart. With a pathetic whimpering sound your lower lip quivers as you begin to out right sob. Any second now this horrifying corpse bride is going to turn her attention to you. You’re poor family will find your mutilated body. It in a state comparable to the how ghost herself looks like now. You can just picture the scene in your head. Your mom coming into your room for school, her screaming as she sees all the blood thrown across the floor of your room.

You despair for Sarah your younger sister, how would she feel having to live the rest of her life with out her older brother. No doubt Crystal would blame herself, her always being so protective of you. Your mom will wonder what happened, her never able to fine out an explanation for your fate. The screaming getting louder form the bride you slowly close your eyes thinking to your family how sorry you are, as you accept your fate.

Then just like that every thing stops. The green glow pouring out from the bride slowly fades away, her hair, and clothes fall back to her sides as they cease blowing a bout. Your bed room stops shaking, and you can no long feel that pressure pushing against you. The rage from the bride’s eyes seem to have diminished substantially. With her fury completely flickering out as she looks up at the now terrified look you have on your face. Noticing the tears rolling down your cheeks, the bride cringes with a small pang of concern, and guilt.

“Erghhh frigin drama queen...” The ghost says as she huffs quietly under her breath, it being noticeable that even though her words are callous they wain with a bit of unease.

With a snap of her fingers you feel yourself being turned right side up again before then being placed gently down on the bed. The ghost girl then hops on top of you, sitting on your stomach she grabs you by the wrists, and pins your hands above your head.

“Look this is going to happen, NOTHING you can say is going to make me change my mind so don’t even try.” The phantom speaks in a firm voice that leaves no room for negotiation.

“That being said this whole thing doesn’t have to be a strictly traumatic experience for you, just relax listen to me, and you’ll enjoy this okay?”

The phantom’s tone shifts a bit this time as she speaks. Her words are spoken with much more gentleness now, there almost seeming to be a spark of compassion for your situation as she talks. It’s like deep down she knows what she’s doing is wrong, yet her desire doesn’t out weight her conscience enough to stop. Beginning to calm down a bit as it seems like your aren’t actually going to be killed, you sniffle before giving the ghost bride a nod in response.

“Good... great... glad we got that sorted out.” The spirit sighs acting annoyed at the whole ordeal.

The detectable air of relief around her though gives you the sense that she’s glad to see you submitting to her now. Not for the reasons one might assume though. Despite her being willing to forceable take what she wants, you get the feeling she doesn’t take any glee from your discomfort. You don’t know if it really counts for anything, but you guess it’s good that she may be a ****, but she’s not a sadist. It probably doesn’t matter anyways though she is already dead, more then likely her soul has probably already been judged.

“Your face is all red you know that right, ergh look at what you’ve done to yourself getting all worked up like that.” The bride makes a grunt of displeasure as scolds you.

Letting go of one of your wrists, she moves her right hand down to your face, carefully wiping away the tears away from your cheeks.

“There we are much better look right?” Says the bride, her seeming to be leading you on for a thank you by the expectant look in her eye.

Still recovering, and collecting yourself after just bawling your eyes out, all you can manage is another meek nod of head. Seeming to approve of this minimum show of gratitude, the ghost girl pays you back by letting go of your other wrist. Her doing so cautiously as she keeps a sharp eye on you to make sure it doesn’t look like your gonna make another attempt to run or resists. After about a minute of both allowing your breathing to return to normal, and her the bride studying for any sign of rebellion she, finally gets up off your stomach. She Takes a seat next to you on your bed. Her straightening out her skit as she sits on her knees, feet positioned under her butt as she keeps her back straight in a attentive posture. The vibes from her while aren’t as intense, still hold an eager hunger. You able to tell just by a twitch of her eye she is straining to keep herself back.

“Now then you ever had that ass of yours fucked?” The ghost asks bluntly.

“I uh, well...” You stutter blindsided by such a direct, and embarrassing question.

“Yes, or no, it’s not a hard question.” Demands the bride, her voice rising in annoyance.

“N-no, no I haven’t!” Blurting out a swift reply you answer truthfully.

“Really, tch girls these days really don’t have any taste any more huh?” The ghost says nonchalantly to herself.

The color of bashful splashes across your cheeks at that statement. The subtle compliment in that casual comment making you blush slightly. You’re a tasteful pick, that’s uh kind of nice to here... You shift around, suddenly becoming a bit antsy, as the unintentional praise from the phantom makes you notice that those bright blue eyes of her’s are quite striking. There so mysterious, she is so mysterious. A impossibility that has **** herself into your life just like that. It has you wondering just who exactly is she? What exactly is she? A ghost for sure, but how did she end up a such, why the ruined wedding outfit? Did some sort of tragedy befall her on her wedding day? Such a thought kind of makes you feel sorry for the spirit, you couldn’t imagine losing your life on what is supposed to be considered the happiest day in your life.

“Hey pay attention, stop staring like that !” The bride says snapping her fingers as she catches you zoning out while you gaze at her.

“S-sorry!”

The phantom then bride lets out a long, annoyed exhale. Her right hand twitches in her lap her lust smoldering red hot, as she grabs, and squeezes her other hand hard as she can doing her best try, and stop the twitching.

“Ngh... okay well you’ve at least played with that hole right, RIGHT?!?” The bride questions you seemingly anxiously hoping that you at least are well versed with anal even though you are virgin.

“Y-yeah, a litt-I mean a lot!” You proclaim trying to sound as convincing as possible.

That being a bit difficult due to the fact that you are blatantly lying. Truth be told while guys getting into anal is pretty common, you never got in to it really. Every time you did try to play with your ass you just couldn’t get passed that initial discomfort. You always chickening out before any real penetration happens. It’s one of the reasons why you’ve shot down almost every girl who has approached you. Most of them always making some sort of subtle implication that they want to pound your ass. Due to that you’ve avoided pretty much any shot at a date like the plague. You hoping that perhaps one day you’ll find a girl that is only interested in letting you penetrate her, as unlikely as that is...

“God damn it your lying it can tell your lying, don’t lie!” The bride exclaims in anger that green glow from before starting to fade in again.

“Ah I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!!” You yelp, apologizing as you bring your hands up to your face defensively, fearful of that corpse transformation again.

It doesn’t come to that though, with the bride able to regain her composure before that happens.

“Grrr idiot, I’m asking these questions for your sake not mine, so tell me the truth when I ask you a question!” Scolds the bride her giving you a flick to your forehead.

For some one that looks to be older then you she you notice she almost acts with the same high strung temperament that your little sister Sarah some times has. Her high pitch speaking voice also doesn’t really help her present an air of maturity much either. Makes you wonder a little if perhaps this form she’s taken isn’t entirely representative of what she actually looked like in life.

“Damn it alright let me think...” Rubbing her chin vigorously, the bride appears to be racks her mind in thought.

She then points a finger upward as a lightbulb goes of in her head.

“Yeah, yeah that could work.” She whisper to her self as her eye slide down over to you.

“Okay you, turn over I want to see that ass of yours.” Commands the bride.

You hesitate for a second, but a quick glare from the ghost girl sends a shiver up your spine, and you quickly turn over for her.
You then feel her cold touch once more, as lays a hand on your butt. Unable to not feel on edge as she cups your ass cheeks, you clench up as she spreads apart your rump with her fingers to examine your hole.

“Yup defiantly a virgin.” Smiles the bride with a toothy grin behind her mask as she studies your back door, it winking at her as you clench up again.

Stifling a sad whimper, you wishing for nothing more then to run, and hide in shame right now. It so weird, and humiliating to have this phantom getting a eye full of you like this. After taking a thorough study of your entrance the ghost the legs go off you her seemingly satisfied with her analysis of your tightness she prepares herself.

“Heh... your lucky you know that not ever you gets to have their cherry popped like this.” Says the bride excitement with in her bubbling up.