Ghost Stories

Chapter 1: Little Creatures

“You know if anybody finds out about us I’m screwed, right?”

The fear in Harry Creek’s voice was palpable, but he couldn’t stop himself. Not now. Her breath was too warm, her scent too enticing as she lay beneath him. No, there was no going back. He had wanted this...wanted her...for too long, and now that she was here, waiting, open to him...not even the terror of his unraveling universe could make him stop. When Harry closed his eyes he saw his wife...his daughter...his family...his friends...he saw the shame and disappointment of his deception. He saw the despair of his betrayal. The tears, the howling sobs, the jibes...the scandal. But with his eyes open, Harry only saw her...her auburn irises welcoming him like a hearth-fire; her pupils, dilated wide and black, absorbing the light and gravity of his desire. He moaned as he slipped inside her, guided not so much by her steady hand but by the sound of her trembling voice...

“I want you...”

There seemed no end to her as she encircled Harry’s hips with her legs, pulling him inside her, deeper and deeper. She moved her hands from his hair to his face, caressing his cheeks with her fingertips...onward to to his neck until she found his shoulders...her fingernails digging into Harry’s skin, tearing at his flesh. Her thighs tightening, she pulled him deeper. Harry could feel the blood running down his back, stinging as it mixed with the salt of his sweat. Still she pulled him deeper inside her, still her nails ripped at his back. Time dissolved into her.

When Harry opened his eyes he saw nothing. The auburn irises that welcomed him disappeared, her pupils swallowing every bit of light. In their vastness Harry searched for his face but only saw the distorted shadow of something unrecognizable… something grotesque and horrifying...In her blackened eyes Harry Creek saw his ecstatic soul, bleeding, ugly, writhing. Horrified, Harry tried to close his eyes and block out the terrifying reflection but he couldn’t.

“Please...stop...”

But her fingers continued to claw at the sinews of of his back...her thighs continued to pull him deeper insider her...Harry closed his eyes again....”Please...Stop...” But when he opened his eyes this time he saw her pale face staring up at him, her eyes hollow, her mouth open to him, lips wet with saliva. “Please...” Before he could finish, she raised her head to his shoulder and her mouth found his neck. Harry shrieked as he felt her teeth pierce his skin and the sinewy flesh of his throat, his blood raining down on her. Before he closed his eyes Harry thought he saw her smile. Before he blacked out, Harry thought he heard her laugh...