Page 15 of Come Out, Come Out

Now that I’ve found her, I’m never going to let her go. I need to play my hand carefully. But first, I need to show her that I’m here and that I’m not going anywhere.

I will make my presence known one way or another. As I stand at the end of her bed watching her sleep, I plot how I’m going to make it happen. My thoughts are disrupted by the movement of her mattress as my little wraith battles her inner demons. Skye’s legs kick in distress, pushing her blankets off. She mumbles incoherently and her eyelids flutter as she fights for freedom from the nightmare that holds her hostage. All I want is to soothe her.

Giving into temptation, I reach out; the stroke across her forehead is just a whisper shy of a real touch. I can’t feel the warmth beneath her skin, but there’s an undeniable magnetism between us. She doesn’t react, once again confirming that I can’t comfort her like this.

I turn my attention to her bedside table. The tiny powder particles are nearly imperceptible, but they catch in the moonlight drifting in from her billowing curtains. A spark of bitterness sweeps through me. It’s cruel that I have to watch her continuously return to this when I’m right here, eager to comfort her, even if it’s not the real escape she craves. It won’t keep her satiated long. This kind of angel only gives you wings for a few minutes, however my girl seeks a far longer departure.

The sobering reminder brings me back to the urgency of solving this problem. I step back and return to my place at the foot of her bed. The distance between us leaves me achingly empty. But I’ll have Skye any way I can for now, even like this.

Skye

November 13th, 2020 – Two Days Later

After what feels like endlessly scrolling through rental listings in the area, I finally find one that wouldn’t require me to live with a bunch of people. The last thing I want to do is deal with the hassle of packing up all my shit and moving, but I don’t really have much of a choice. It’s either get out or get terrorized by this goddamn ghost that seems to have finally decided to turn its attention on me.

Nothing has happened since my near-drowning, but I’m not really one to fuck around and find out. I just need to make it the remaining few weeks until my new lease starts. For now, I have plenty of packing to do. I’ve been at it for a few hours already and I only have three boxes packed. At least my donate and trash piles are looking pretty healthy; that’s progress.

I flick through my hanging clothes, starting with my extensive band-tee collection. A staple in my wardrobe, but there may be such thing as having too much of a good thing. Reluctantly, I find one to donate, but I can’t bear to part with any others. The hangers click together as I continue perusing my wardrobe. I’m admiring my favorite sweatshirt, pausing when I hear the tell-tale creak of the stairs. Each step wheezes under the weight of someone’s steps. When I hear the distinct,clunk–clunkof them reaching the top step, my throat dries and my fingers stiffen around the neck of the hanger.Move.I urge myself to unglue my feet from the floor where my toes dig into the carpet, but I’m rigid as I listen closely for the next sound.

With each passing second, it becomes more difficult to hear as the pounding of my pulse becomes louder. Unease oozes from my pores, coating me in slick, cold sweat. An internal war over what to do next churns the dread in my stomach and I have to forcibly swallow down my mounting fear.

Just when I think I can’t stand the agonizing anticipation any longer, a familiar voice comes from the hallway causing me to jump in surprise. “Thirty, twenty-nine . . .”

No hello. After eight months ofnothing, he not only breaks into my houseagain, but he just starts counting?That twisted asshole.

I’m in awe of his audacity, but my body responds to the teasing threat in his voice. Unable to resist the alluring promise of what this game has in store, I quietly creep toward the bathroom and ever-so-slightly open the side of the shower curtain. I step in with one foot, then the other. The porcelain bottom is slippery because of the thick thigh-high socks I have on, but I manage to get in without knocking anything over or falling.

“Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen . . .” His voice is closer now and I can hear the arrogant satisfaction as he draws out each number in a sultry taunt.

Panting breaths sneak past my lips despite my best efforts to hold them in. The clunking of his boots sends chills across my skin. He’s just outside my bedroom door. I swear I nearly pass out from anticipation as the long whine of the door announces his arrival before he does. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he whispers.

My pussy flutters at the raspiness of it. Eager to draw this out for as long as possible, I carefully tuck myself back farther into the shower. The tension of this game is the ultimate foreplay. I’m soaked, my boy shorts cling to me and my nipples are straining against the fabric of my oversized sweatshirt I’m wearing as a hot flush of need runs through me. Every inch of my body is primed for action and my brain is on high alert. This feeling is addicting and he’s the only one who can deliver it into my system. I can’t stop myself from slipping my fingers below the waistband of my panties and circling my clit. I need to take the edge off just a little while I wait for him to find me.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

His steps reverberate like the sounds of a hunter loading their gun as they close in on their target. Unlike a deer in a meadow, I’m willing prey.God, do I want him to catch me and rearrange my insides.

A long pause doubles my rapid heartbeat to a punishing pace. It’s so loud and disorienting that I can barely hear his steps turning in the other direction. He whips my closet open, the sliding door slamming against the wall and causing me to gasp in surprise.

A barely-audible chuckle leaves him.Fuck.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he says as he closes the closet. I watch through the open edge of the curtain as he turns his attention to the bed. “I’ve been waiting so long to see you again. It’s been agony. Have you missed me?” He drops down and flips up the bed skirt. An impatient laugh leaves him.

I roll my thumb in fast circles over my clit and a moan slips past my lips just as his words cut off. I hold my breath. Measured steps headed straight into the bathroom confirm he heard me. They stop just outside the half-open door. From where I’m standing, I can see him leaning against it, listening. His hand grips the handle in a strangling hold.

“Little wraith, is that you?” The antagonistic tapping of his long, lean fingers on the hollow wood intensifies my need to have them between my legs. “If I come in there, am I going to find you wet and panting for me, like the needy little slut we both know you are?”

I should have dried up instantly, any other man who would ever call me that would get a fist to the face, but those words from his lips only make me want him more. My thighs clench around my hand and my jaw tightens as I force myself to remain quiet and hidden here instead of throwing myself in his arms.

Mercifully, he doesn’t make me wait any longer. The shower curtain tears open, metal and plastic echoing chaotically in the tiny space. I pull my fingers away from my pussy, but he catches my wrist before I can hide the evidence.

Icy hot desire flares back at me in those gray-blue eyes. I’m speechless as he grabs my wrist and pushes my fingers past his lips. My breath catches in my throat as he swirls his pink tongue around them until all of my juices have been wiped clean. A moan finally breaks through the awestricken silence.

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