Story Excerpt

Raped by Ghosts, by Jezebel Rose

I stood in front of the house as my friends walked up behind me. The chilly breeze curled around me as wisps of steam escaped my mouth.

“It’s chilly out here,” I whispered softly as I stared at the old home in front of me. The large decayed sign planted in the front yard made a not-so-subtle note of “DO NOT ENTER” that sprawled across the front in red painted letters.

My friend, Josh, stood beside me, “Yeah. I’m sure it’s safe. I mean… they would tear it down if it wasn’t, right?”

I laughed nervously, “I’ll be fine. I’m not a little pussy like you.”

The moon started to creep over the pinnacle of the decaying house as I turned to my friends, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow at this same time. If I’m not dead that is!”

Staring at their faces, I watched as they stepped backwards away from the house with horror.

Quickly turning to the house then back at my friends, they burst out laughing.

“Fuck you guys,” I said firmly.

I turned and up the cobblestone stairs to the front door. Glancing back at the group, they were talking amongst each other and heading back down the street.

A dare is a dare. Buck up Jessie. It’s just a broken down old home, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Just go to sleep, wake up, hang out for a while, then meet the friends back outside. Easy-peasy.

My fingers grasped the cold knob on the door and turned. The door was locked. I walked around to the side of the building as the breeze picked up. Jesus it’s getting cold.

I held tightly onto my backpack, which simply held water, a couple candy bars and blankets for the night. Part of the dare was no cell phones. Stupid dares.

My eyes adjusting to the dark on the side of the house, I saw a cellar door. There we go. I grasped the old wood and pulled upwards. The door creaked open then broke as it fell to the side.

Damn. This old house is just falling apart at the seams. I’m more scared of it caving in on me than any stupid ghost stories.

I looked down the stairwell into the darkness. Faint light from the moon came through the cellar windows as I walked down and looked towards the staircase across the room.

The wind made howling sounds as whooshing and creaking echoed throughout the basement. I quickly made my way across the room, stepping on broken glass and what sounded like muddy water.

Jogging up the stairs, I opened partially cracked door and made my way into the central part of the house. I glanced around.

Furniture was pushed up together on one side of the room with sheets over each. The other side of the room was bare and a complete void of darkness. Jesus. That’s fucking creepy.

I heard the door to the basement creak shut. Quickly glancing back, I walked towards the door and opened it, then closed it again. The fuck. It shouldn’t have closed. The bottom of the door is scraping the floor. It must be the wind.

Standing in front of one of the pieces of furniture, I flipped off the white sheet to reveal an ancient antique red couch. “Beautiful,” I whispered to myself as I heard another sound coming from the stairs. It sounded like footsteps.

Trying not to look, because I knew my imagination was playing games with my head, I looked. I had to. Go figure there was nothing there besides the light from the moon.

I unpacked my blanket and threw it over the couch then laid down on top. Staring at the ceiling, I figured it would be best to tell these ghosts right here and now. Fuck it.

“Take me! Use me you stupid ghosts!”

Laughing to myself, I rolled over on my side then closed my eyes. The chilly wind swept through the room and ruffled the covers as I pulled them closer to my body, shivering. Just one night. Deal with it for one night and you’ll have the respect of all your friends for not being a pussy like you always are.

I slipped into darkness.

Sleeping like a rock, I awoke to the sounds of the floor creaking and footsteps in the room. It was completely dark as I glanced out the window at the moon. Damn clouds.

I heard rain start to tap down on the roof as I laid there with my eyes open, but seeing nothing. Scared out of my freaking wits, I pulled the covers up over my head.

Suddenly I realized I was sore. Reaching down between my legs, I touched myself then immediately withdrew my hand as pain flared up through my body from my groin.

Jesus… what the fuck. I’m not on my period. Shit, I haven’t had sex in months.

I slipped a finger inside my slit, feeling around inside. Definitely sore, but from what? Are there ghosts here?!

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