Page 7 of Their Darkest Desire

“I’m going to guess it's not the pink one?”

“You're damn right it wasn't. He got me the green one. Green, can you believe it! The colour of that puke emoji.”

Britt’s hands are flying all over the place as she keeps babbling. I don’t even know what she's talking about. She always gets upset over these dumb things and I’m so hungry I can’t even think straight, so I’ll just pretend I’m listening for both of our sakes.

As we walk towards the house, a feeling of unease strikes me. I quickly open the door. Feeling like I’m being watched and I don't like it. I turn my head to see if anyone is behind us but all I see is that old burned down shed in the garden. Why they are just keeping it there is beyond me. But then again, this whole rundown mansion gives me ‘creepy horror movie’ vibes so maybe it’s to keep the theme going?

The moment I step foot inside the house, a chill tickles down my spine. I turn towards where Brittany was standing, noticing she's gone.What?

"Brittany? Where are you?” I walk into the living room and kitchen while yelling her name, but no answer comes.

I try to see if she is still outside, but the moment I touch the door knob a harsh sting hits my fingers as if a million needles are going through them. "Ouch! What?” I whisper to myself while moving away. I pull the sleeve of my sweater over my hand to try again. Grabbing the knob, I try to pull it but it won't budge.Crap!What is this? Am I going mad? Is thatit?

TAP TAP TAPTAPTAP!

Loud stomping comes from upstairs like someone is running.Is this some kind of prank Britt is trying to pull on me?I walk towards the stairs, looking around for anyone trying to jump scare me. “This isn’t funny, Britt!” The moment I step a foot on the stairs, the stomping stops and I can feel the hairs on my body rise.“What the f–”

Pure anxiety freezes me as I feel cold stinging air pass the back of my neck as if someone is breathing on it. Trying to gather as much courage as I can, I move my head to look into the mirror that’s hanging on the wall. My breath gets stuck in my throat.No, this isn’t real, I'm not really seeing this!A blueish pale woman is standing behind me, water leaking out of her mouth, her long wet black hair dripping down on the floor. Her eyes seem like they once had colour, but are now turning completelywhite. She looks like she drowned days ago, like she's been dead for a while.

Those eyes turn towards mine in the mirror and a loud gurgled wail leaves her throat.

“AAAAAAAAAH!”

I scream so loud my throat starts burning and no more sound comes out, then run up the stairs, stumbling down as I hit my knee and a sharp pain shoots up, making me almost fall down. I grab the railing and bite through the pain while I keep running up.Shit! My door, it’s still broken thanks to that heathen.I run towards the first door that I see and slam it as hard as I can.

Felix

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I eye Evy, who looks like she just confronted death itself. A sudden feeling of worry rises, but I quickly stomp that back.I should be the only thing scaring her!

She just stands there shaking and I don’t even think she knows I’m in my room.

“Evy?”

She doesn’t even lift her eyes up, it’s like she's frozen.Damnit!

I slowly walk towards her, trying not to scare her more. Not that I think that's possible – she looks downright terrified! The moment I grab her, she looks up. Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out. I’m the only one allowed to scare her – this is incredibly annoying. I push her against the door and cup her chin with my right hand, forcing her to look at me, slowly touching her cheek with my left hand. She winces a little and a flare of anger bursts through me.

Did someone hurt her? She mine to hurt, MINE no one else's!

“Evy, princess, look at me.”

Her eyes slowly rise to meet my gaze. Her mouth is trembling a little and it gives me some ideas of the things I might do with those plump lips.

She's whispering something and I can’t fully understand it, but it almost sounds like she's saying ghost.She's messing with me, isn’t she? She’s not really this fucked up, right?

“G–ghost,” she says again, but this time with more sounds.Huh. Maybe she hit her head falling down the stairs?

“Darling, if you wanted to get haunted, you should've just asked.”

Her eyes grow wider at my offer and her mouth makes this cute little ‘O’ shape. “Practicing for my cock to fit? I think you should open it wider, I'm no small thing.”

“Motherfucker!”

She slams her fist into my chest, almost taking the air out of me. At least the girl has strength. Thoughts of her struggling against me harden my cock even more.What a beautiful distraction she is.

She slams against me again, but I won't budge and she screams in frustration.I’ll never tire of this.I wait until she's done with her little tantrum and watch her take a deep breath in and out.

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