Haunted

The girl slammed the door shut. She couldn't breath. He returned. The air was intoxicating. Trembling at the knees her hands slid and clutched her skirts. Waiting for his presence to return to her always left her breathless.

Then it happened.

His voice. A raspy one that caused her body to tremble constantly keeping her awake at night. Or at least it did... Not anymore.

Her feet carried her to the nearby dresser. She didn't dare glance into her reflection. If her eyes caught sight of what stood beside her she might not be able to control herself.

You're not real. You're not real. You're not real...

Then she felt long slender fingers touch her shoulder. Startled at the feeling of fingers ghosting over her bare shoulder her head snapped up. Her Amber's widened at the reflection.

"You're not real," she whispered. "You can't be you're..."

However before she could finish the look in the figure's eyes said it all.

Afraid of losing his contact the girl placed her fingers on the glass to trace his lips.

"Can I..." He frowned. "Can you?"

He removed his hand. Slowly he trailed his lips to her bare shoulder. Reminding her that he was real... at least in one point of her life. He liked the look on her face as she squeezed her eyes shut preventing herself from letting out a moan. Her knees would buckle before her body gave it up.

However she did something she wasn't suppose. Her hormones couldn't take it and she wanted him. To kiss him. To touch him. Her body moved on it's own accord desperately trying to reach him.

That's when he vanished.

Damn it Bog! She groaned for the hundredth time this month glancing at the frame beside her bed. Why'd you leave me like this!

The girl slumped to the bed and glared at the familiar face that was with her only moments ago.

For you see the girl was a widow in need of physical contact since her husband left her a month ago. However whenever the spirits would allow it he'd pay a visit to his lovely wife. Only for a few moments or until she attempted to put her hands on him which is why he never really lasted long.

When she told her sister of her husband's visits the girl's younger sister told her that instead of being excited she should be worried that she's being haunted by his ghost.

The girl named Marianne might have agreed that it wasn't the best thing to be haunted by her beloveds ghost but in retrospect if her sister still had her husband why couldn't she have hers.

I was trying to go like horror or something but I was like let's just sneak in some things that you might or might not catch. I'm back and lets try to see if I can work on my other ones as well.