Chapter Three

Written by AngelsInstead

Ben continued to grasp his thick, throbbing erection as he pumped it fiercely in his hand. He was cumming! As he was splattering his sperm against the glass of the window, he was thinking about his beautiful wife, the sexy maid, and Hayden - his gorgeous student who had spread her legs wide for him.

Someone stood outside in the shadows, watching as he cried out as though in agony. He was sobbing as he came, because despite his release, his wife had rejected him. He wanted to bury himself deep inside a warm, willing woman, but he could not.

To his horror, he realized a creepy-looking man was staring at him through the window and had seen him beating off. He covered his privates with his hand as he stepped away from the window, but it was too late. The man had seen everything. Ben heard muffled laughter and knew that the man was laughing at him. The laughter was grotesque, like the cackling of a maniac.

Who was this weird guy watching him through the window?! Something about him didn't look right. He had a horribly burned and disfigured face and his eyes - his eyes looked hideous and demonic.

Scared out of his wits, Ben pulled his boxers up. He closed the blinds and went to go lay down on the couch. He thought of his lovely wife sleeping peacefully upstairs in their bed. How he longed for her. The emptiness he felt inside gnawed at him like an unfulfilled hunger. He needed a woman. He needed sex. If Vivian didn't let him back into her bed soon, he was probably going to be driven to cheat again. He closed his eyes as visions of naked ladies danced around in his brain. He forgot all about the creepy man. He did not know he was haunted.

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Violet breathed deeply, soothed by Tate's caress. As he touched her, his hands got warmer. He was drawing off her energy. "Go to sleep, Violet," he said softly. "I will watch over you."

Other apparitions peered into the room, but Tate kept them all away. He spoke to them with his mind. "This one is mine," he said telepathically as he lay his claim upon Violet. "She's going to stay here with me forever."

"Tate, don't be a fool," he heard a voice answering back to him.

It was Nora, the woman who had loved him like a mother. His own mom had never made him feel safe, but Nora had always protected him. He loved Nora with all his heart.

"She's alive. You can't keep her," Nora warned.

Tate didn't listen. He lay his head down on the pillow next to Violet's, watching her breathe. She was alive and warm. She was everything he wanted and needed. All through the night he stayed with her in the darkness but in the light of morning, he had disappeared.

Violet was lying in the bed all alone. She woke up and looked around in confusion.

"Tate?" she whispered. "Where are you?"

Had his presence only been a dream? She crawled out of bed and walked to the closet. She pulled the door open, expecting to see the twins there, but all she saw was some clothes and a pile of boxes.

She realized she was all alone in her bedroom. She let out a sigh as she got ready for her day. It was her first day at her new school and she wasn't looking forward to it. She wasn't like the other girls; she was different. She always had been, because she liked the dark things, like seances and voodoo dolls. She wasn't into wearing a ton of makeup and having the most fashionable clothing. She could have cared less about those things. She wondered where Tate may have gone because he intrigued her.

After Violet showered and put on jeans and a t-shirt, she hurried downstairs where Moira was making breakfast. "Honey, have something to eat," Vivien urged her teenage daughter.

Violet grabbed a blueberry muffin and stuffed it into her mouth. "I'll be late for school, Mom," she said. "I have to get going.'

"Let me drive you," Vivien offered.

"No... I don't need my mommy going with me," Violet said. "I'll be just fine."

"Okay, honey. Have a good day."

Vivien watched as Violet walked out the backdoor, carrying her backpack. "I hope she'll be alright," Vivien said to Moira. "It's hard to adjust to a new school."

Moira brought Vivien a fresh cup of coffee. "You better keep a close eye on her," Moira warned. "Especially when the lights go out."

"What do you mean?" Vivien asked, feeling uneasy.

Before Moira could answer, Addie came into the kitchen without knocking. "I brought you a cupcake," she said as she handed it to Vivien. "Eat it."

"Ohhh well..." Vivien said as she looked down at the cupcake which was smeared with chocolate frosting. "I really shouldn't."

"EAT THE CUPCAKE!" Addie insisted.

Vivien was about to raise the cupcake to her lips to have a bite when Constance burst in and said, "No, don't eat that!"

"Why not?" Vivien questioned.

"Because Addie put something in the batter. Didn't you, Addie?" Constance urged. "Tell the nice lady what you put in the cupcake batter."

Adelaide just giggled. "No," she said, refusing to tell.

"Adelaide!" Constance said sternly. "You march right back home and stop bothering our neighbors!"

Adelaide let out another giggle before she hurried off through the back door. Constance sat down across from Vivien as she said, "Don't mind her; she's just a half-wit. I gave birth to three children, bless all their souls, and only one of them was born for greatness - my precious Tate. Too bad he wrecked it all..."

Constance's voice trailed off as Vivien asked, "What was in the cupcake?"

"Believe me... You don't want to know," Constance stated as she shook her head.