When you think about someone being haunted, you think about constant bad luck or someone always watching you, ready and willing to insert mischief into your life whenever possible. You think about the poltergeists, the ghosts, the demons stalking you day and night with the sole purpose of fucking up your life and making you miserable.

You definitely do not think of something paranormal sexually tormenting you or giving you orgasm after orgasm with tongues or fingers or cocks, the phantom stimulation feeling unbelievably real, like someone was actually in bed with you.

But the latter was what was currently happening to Sidney Prescott.

The first time she ever noticed that it was happening was a month after the hellish party at Stu Macher's house when she shot and killed her boyfriend, Billy Loomis, after discovering that he murdered her mother and planned to murder her on the one-year anniversary.

She had been on Thanksgiving break from school, her father on a mandatory work trip, just lying in bed reading a book when she felt a tingling in her pussy, as if someone had been rubbing it through her panties. She tried to block it out at first, mostly because she just thought that it was some kind of hallucination since she had been having trouble sleeping, but when she felt her panties be pushed to the side and a long finger pumping slowly in and out of her, a gasp of pleasure and surprise had escaped her mouth and she found herself forgetting about her book and focusing on the sensations in the lower half of her body.

She tried to keep her noises to a minimum, but then she felt the pace of those fingers getting faster, reaching deeper inside of her, teasingly brushing against her g spot. Then, whatever it was that was playing with her body had lifted her night shirt, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air and instantly pebbling her nipples. Something that felt strikingly familiar, like a mouth, had wrapped around her nipple and sucked hard. Sidney couldn't control it; she had cum hard, soaking the comforter underneath.

The second time she experienced this paranormal erotic activity had been during her attendance at Windsor College, before the copycat bastard that had been Mickey Altieri in a Ghostface costume began his reign of terror. Sidney had been on the phone with her boyfriend, Derek, listening to him talk about a subject she couldn't remember when she felt that familiar ghostly sensation of her jeans being undone and her panties lowered to her ankles. She couldn't hide the gasp that she let out when, instead of the fingers that brought her to an orgasm two years prior, she felt a tongue slide into her pussy.

Sidney barely managed to reassure Derek that she was fine in a neutral tone when she felt the tongue swirl around her clit, briefly massaging it with the tip before it began fucking her like a cock. She bit her lip, but when that tongue thoroughly lapped at her pussy and used all of its tricks to get her off (almost as if it instinctively knew all of her sensitive spots), she had to clamp her hand down over her mouth to muffle the moan that accompanied her climax, her pussy clenching around the imaginary muscle while her juices spilled out of her. Right after the call ended with her oblivious boyfriend, she panted and whined through the aftershocks as the tongue gave her fast little kitten licks to help her ride out the intense waves that had still been assaulting her body.

Sidney began to notice a pattern when the third sexual encounter occurred shortly after she met Detective Mark Kincaid. Though she fought it because of her "curse" (that's what she called it, anyway, since every single Ghostface targeted her and everyone close to her), she felt a connection to the man and briefly wondered if she should step out of her self-isolation to give love another chance. But then, as she worked on one of her manuscripts later that night, she felt a force push her onto the couch, situating her so she was trapped on her back with something inhumanly strong pressing down upon her from above.

Her world spun for several seconds, but in those vulnerable moments, her clothes had been torn away from her body and she was completely naked, a cock slamming balls deep within her pussy. A loud cry fell from her lips, pleasure of having something so big fill her mixing with the pain of having been abstinent for so long. After giving her time to adjust, Sidney felt that cock begin pounding into her, her wet pussy embarrassingly audible as the slaps of skin against skin filled the air.

Managing to move her legs, Sidney wrapped them around something solid, hooking her ankles together to bring herself closer. The cock inside her felt bigger now and she screamed when it hit her g spot just right. Her breasts bounced in fast, circular motions, corresponding with the speed of the massive, spectral shaft forcing its way into her womb.

It didn't take much longer for her to cum, succumbing to a pleasure that put her brain into a fog and had her screaming a name that definitely wasn't Detective Kincaid's, a name she hadn't called out since she was seventeen…

Sidney felt cum gush into her womb as she came down from her high. It was cold like a phantom's, but even that felt good to her overheated insides. She could feel it leaking out of her and making a mess of the couch as the ghostly being removed itself from her body and left her lying there, confused as to why this keeps happening to her but nonetheless satisfied with it.

She was recovering at home from nearly being killed by her cousin Jill when she had her fourth rendezvous with the overly-friendly apparition. She was in her bedroom when she felt its cock slide into her for the second time, although unlike last time when it fucked her like an animal, it made love to her, worshipping her body and allowing her to feel something that wasn't physical pain from her wounds or emotional turmoil after once again being betrayed by a loved one.

Its thrusts were soft but deep, burying itself inside of her pussy and pulling out to the tip before re-entering her. Sidney wrapped her legs around its waist again, her hands resting on where its shoulders would be had it been a flesh-and-blood man. Her orgasm built slowly, tantalizing her and lighting her nerves on fire as she approached the edge before she fell over it, moaning and arching her back in ecstasy as she felt her cum pour onto the specter's cock while its cum filled her womb again.

She fell asleep right after, exhausted from the sexual activity while convalescing. She felt something cool press against her forehead as the ghost disappeared and for a moment Sidney believed that it had kissed her, but she didn't have time to give it further consideration before darkness claimed her.

Today marked Sidney's fifth sensual rendezvous with the spirit, and as it buried its cock repeatedly into her drenched pussy with deadly precision, she felt content. She didn't have sex with her husband anymore, he just couldn't satisfy her, and they were in the middle of a nasty divorce and lately she'd been feeling so alone that she found herself yearning for the company that her supernatural lover provided her with.

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure as the cock inside of her assaulted her g spot. "Fuck, yes, that feels so good!"

It was hard to focus on anything but the pleasure, but she suddenly had the urge to look in the body mirror that the ghost was fucking her in front of, so she raised her head and opened her eyes and what she saw made them widen.

Billy Loomis was staring back at her, his gaze intense and focused on her. He looked as he was when they had been seventeen, only he wasn't covered in blood nor did she see the hatred or instability in his eyes; rather, there was a softness behind the potency of his emotions, a look of regret that hadn't been there that night and love that he had once gazed upon her with before all hell had broken loose.

"Billy," she breathed out, unable to stop the stirrings of affection she believed had been long dead for the boy who set all of this into motion.

Billy's cold hands tightened around her hips and he began pounding harder, deeper, faster into her, the love in his eyes growing stronger and more pronounced. She couldn't stop looking at him even as the coil in her stomach wound tighter and tighter until she was just on the edge. One more slam of his hips against hers, his cock reaching deep, had her cumming the hardest she had since this carnal haunting began, her pussy clenching suffocatingly tight around him and her juices gushing. She felt him cum inside her, watching him close his eyes and let out that familiar growl that still made her stomach flutter today despite their bloodstained history.

Everything was silent for a few moments while Sidney quietly panted in an attempt to catch her breath. When she finally did that, she watched him move to sit on the bed behind him, in turn making her sit on him. She moaned softly when her new position made his cock burrow further into her womb, plugging all of the cum he delivered so it couldn't escape.

"It's been you this whole time," she whispered eventually, watching him open his eyes and look at her again. "Starting with that month after Stu's party."

"Yes," he confirmed in that same low tone he had when he was alive.

"Why?"

"Because I regret what I did. I won't lie to you and say that I regret what I did to your mother. Being in the afterlife and thinking about the last year of my life put things into perspective for me and got rid of that anger, but it wasn't a miracle cure because I still hate her for ruining my parents' marriage and causing my mom to leave, but…I regret that I took it out on you. I regret that I hurt you. I regret that I didn't realize how much I loved you, how much I needed you by my side until it was too late. I'm sorry I didn't show myself to you sooner, but I didn't think you were ready."

He was right. More than likely, she would have been horrified and tried to get rid of him. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she asked, "What changed?"

"You needed me," Billy answered, his arms wrapped around her belly. Sidney could see nothing but love, loyalty, and devotion in his eyes now. "For once, I didn't come to you, you called to me. You were sad and hurt and you needed me. I couldn't hide anymore."

Sidney bit her lip, tears stinging her eyes. He was so sincere, so sweet…being dead really must have been influential for him to revert to the loving Billy Loomis he had been in the beginning of their relationship.

"I love you, Billy," she confessed because she really did. She always did, even when she hated him.

"I love you, too, Princess."

The dam broke when she heard that nickname again after so many years, and the tears began rolling down her face. They were bittersweet tears, sadness mixed with joy.

"Please don't leave me," she begged him, completely vulnerable.

"I'll never leave you again," the gentle kiss on her neck sealed his promise. Billy Loomis and Sidney Prescott would never be separated again, even in death.