Don’t tell anyone but this one has some sexy stuff!

Soon after the debacle with the girls (and one… not-girl? I need to do some googling to cover my ass about this before I get outed as an uneducated ass), my uneaten slice was buried in the trash and I was in my room. I heard voices in Sara’s room as I passed by. I would have listened in to relay the scene within to you, the reader, but I was unable to hear anything. Sorry!

I didn’t have much. All of my earthly possessions fit in a duffel bag. Mostly clothes. One nice thing about the room was that it was already furnished. I went to the dresser and opening a drawer. It was still full of ladies underwear. Did… did this girl have no one to take her shit when she died? I picked up a pair of panties. I’m ashamed to admit that I got a bit chubbed looking at them. I wasn’t one to masturbate to panties or anything, but these were very lacy and sexy panties. Clearly from the goth section of Victoria’s Secret.

I stared at the pair for a moment longer than someone should before putting them back. I opened drawers, trying to see if any were already empty. None were. Some weren’t filled with clothes, though; one had chalk, books in a language I didn’t understand, and candles. One was completely filled with vials filled with a deep red liquid (I hoped it wasn’t what I thought it was). It felt disrespectful to put a dead lady’s possessions in the trash, so I relegated the panties with the bras. They didn’t fit great, but whatever.

It was kind of sad that everything I owned fit in one drawer, but that’s life. I had left home in a hurry, so I didn’t get a chance to grab all of my shit before…. Anyway. Fuck off. Sorry. I’m… I don’t want to get into that right now. I didn’t mean to lash out at you, dear reader. I’m working through things at my own pace (however, due to me being a male, that means burying deep inside and not addressing until I break).

I shoved my shit into the drawer with reckless abandon. Wrinkled clothes be damned! I left the rest of my possessions in the bag. Wasn’t much left anyway.

I suddenly felt very tired. In hindsight, it had been a long 48 hours. It wasn’t every day you see horrors beyond comprehension, followed by ****, and a surprise explosive-based survey sprinkled on top. Jesus. I needed sleep. I stripped down to my boxers and hurried to the bed

My eyelids felt heavy on my face as I climbed in, pulling the covers over me. This bed felt… expensive? I don’t know anything about the fabric industry, but I knew that the higher the thread count, the higher the cost/ comfort. And, let me say, this mother fucker felt like a billion thread count (assuming that is high. If not, please bear with me and understand I’m saying it is softer than you’d believe).

It wasn’t long before I felt myself fade. I hadn’t slept in a bed for a while, so it’s to be expected that the comfort would work its wonders in record speed.

…

I don’t know how long I’d been asleep, but it hadn’t been long enough. I woke up with a start, my heart beating fast, and looked around. I hadn’t awoken from my alarm so I knew it wasn’t time for work. Why was I awake? I checked the time. It was 10 minutes after I’d laid down. Did I have a nightmare? Didn’t those take a while to kick in? Admittedly, I did have nightmares more often than any grown man would like to admit, but usually I remember when I wake up. This was different.

Whatever. Back to sleep.

…

“This isn’t your room.”

…

Fuck! I was startled awake again. This time, I felt way more off-put. A check on my phone said it had been hours now. Something was up. I looked around the pitch black room (it was pitch black by decor and by a lack of light). I didn’t see anything, but I also couldn’t see an inch from my face.

“Hello?” I said. No response, obviously. I felt dumb for even saying anything. No one was here. Why the hell would one of the girls sneak into my room? This wasn’t porn-world; girls didn’t decide to suck your dick on a whim. Well, they didn’t decide to suck my dick on a whim, at the very least.

“Go to sleep, you pussy.” I mumbled to myself before putting my head back to the pillow.

…

“I saw you messing with my panties, you know. Naughty boy!”

…

Okay, I heard this one. I quickly turned the lamp on besides me. Of course, in theme with the rest of this room’s vibe, the light it emitted was a deep crimson. It didn’t help as much as I’d of liked.

“Ava?” I guessed, trying to sound manly, unafraid, and accusatory (I sounded like none of these things). I had to assume she was the one who would have been spying on me, if anyone. She clearly didn’t trust me. Did she have cameras in here? Was she fucking with me?

I shoved my glasses to my face and scanned the room. Nothing. But I know I heard something. I don’t think I was even fully asleep yet before I heard that.

“Mystery lady who is testing a mystery **** on me?” I guessed for a second time. I winced immediately. What the hell was I doing?! Talking about it is asking for those fuckers to blow my spine to smithereens!

“That’s a weird second guess.” Said the mystery voice.

Okay, there’s no pretense of it being a dream-delusion now. Someone was here. “What? Nothing. I mean… who are you? Where are you?” I looked around the room, crawling forward on the bed to scan the spots I couldn’t see from my spot. I even threw myself over and looked under the bed. Nothing to be seen.

“Missed a spot!” The voice giggled. It was definitely feminine. And, now that I was listening closely, it sounded… up?

So, I looked up. I screamed.

Above my bed was a floating semi-transparent woman she looked tired, with a wiry smile. Her long black hair hung low, so low that I couldn’t believe the hair wasn’t hitting me when I was in the bed before. She wore a plain white dress, with a dark red splotch where her heart would be.

I hastily climbed forward and fell off the bed, continuing to crawl until I reached the wall. I turned around, and the figure was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her head tilted. She still had the smile. “I’m not that ugly, am I?” I wouldn’t normally consider attractiveness when I was this close to pissing my pants, but she’s the one who pointed it out. She was not ugly. She looked like she’d been… well, dead; but she was very pretty.

I jumped to my feet and yelped again when there was a knock at the door. “Michael? Everything alright in there?”

The voice was Kenzie’s. They’d heard my scream.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just fell out of bed like a retard. Sorry, sugar-tits!” The voice was mine, but it wasn’t from me. I looked at the spirit, horrified. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. I was too freaked out.

“Sugar-tits?!” Kenzie yelled. They sounded angry.

The door opened, and Kenzie entered. Their face didn’t read as angry, though. More of a mischievous smile was plastered across their lips. Call it stereotypical, but I immediately smelled **** in the air.

Now; of course, one would assume that I would says, “Kenzie! Look at the fucking ghost! Holy shit! Help! Call the church! No, call all the churches! Every single one! All the religions! Get our bases covered!”

That assumption would be wildly inaccurate, because there was a big problem. Well, two big problems. Kenzie was shirtless. And braless. Holy shit.

“Do you call them ‘sugar’ because they’re ‘sweet’? That’s an American saying, yes?” They were sweet. It was my first pair that weren’t contained within a screen, and I was star-struck. I’m pretty sure my jaw was actually on the floor. They were perfect. Large and firm, with perfectly sized nipples standing tall on each peak.

They giggled at my reaction. “That’s the face Kate made when she realized she went both ways. Ha!”

I felt my penis harden. Somehow, this was the thing that made me realize the situation I was in moments prior. I pointed at the bed. “Look!”

We both looked at what I was pointing at. Unfortunately, I was pointing at an empty bed. Huh?

Kenzie rolled their eyes. “Hey, I’m just teasing you. No way I’m hopping in your bed, buddy. At least, not without asking Kate. Maybe she’d want in, though… she did seem to think you were cute.” They giggled again, this time followed by a hiccup. “Okay, friend. I’m going back to bed. Maybe get that guy down before you do the same, yes?” They pointed to the tent in my boxers. I quickly covered myself, blushing deeply.

Again, Kenzie giggled. They left, closing the door behind them.

“Wow. Nice tits, right?”

I turned back to the bed. My ghost had returned.