"You're telling me you got finger fucked by a ghost!?" My best friend of eleven years, Bella nearly choked on her coffee.
"Well yes, maybe, I don't know but it definitely felt real." I explained, blushing as I remembered last night.
"Well. You've officially gone insane, Vina." She sighed.
"Doesn't matter if you believe me or not I know what happened. Actually since you're pretty much homeless, why don't you crash at my place tonight and I'll show you what I saw." I offered.
"First of all just because Brian got evicted does not mean that I am homeless. Second, I will come tonight just to prove that you need therapy." Bella took one last sip of her coffee.
"Good. See you then." I said confidently. Let me explain.
I bought a small one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment downtown, and that night, right before I went to bed, I could've sworn I heard a whisper coming from the ceiling. At first, I paid no attention to it. I thought it was just the neighbors or my imagination, but I noticed that the closer I got to the bedroom, the louder and more clear the whisper became. I turned off every light and unplugged the tv, just to be safe.
"Hello?" I tip-toed into my own bedroom.
"Find Her." I heard the voice say. It sounded like an old woman.
I thought I was going insane, but when you are tired it doesn't really matter. I took off my clothes and got dressed in a grey short silk nightgown. I pushed the voice to the back of my mind. I was just going to sleep it off. I wrapped myself up in the covers and drifted off.
I couldn't tell you how the sheet was pulled off of me. Or how I ended up on my back with my legs open. A bone-chilling wind blew through the window, waking me up. The window I didn't open. I shot up instantly and looked around in the darkness. There was no reason for it to be that cold at that time of year.
"Find Her." The voice changed to a tired old man. The sound of wood being crushed came overhead. The deafening noise turned into a groan. Just then a translucent, light blue hand phased in from the ceiling.
"Vina Liang. I've been looking for you." The hand was mostly still. Its fingers barely moving.
"What the fu-" Suddenly I was pushed onto my back. The hand moved down to my crotch area and ran two freezing cold fingers up my inner thigh.
"W-wait what in the goddamn hell is happening?!" I shouted. While I hadn't pleasured myself in months, I wasn't planning to let the ghost thing touch me down there. All of a sudden a man popped into view. Well, a ghost-man. His face was blank, his "skin" was glowing, a thick fog shrouded his body. His other hand was rubbing the top of my head.
"A-are you living in my walls?" The sentence crept out of my throat.
"No," His mouth didn't move when he spoke. It just opened. "Calm yourself Ms Liang."
My heart was nearly about to jump out of my chest until the ghost blew the fog right into my face. I breathed it in and my heart rate slowed to a crawl. I felt a warmth crawl from my belly and end in between my legs. The ghost ran his cold hand over my labia, his other hand kneaded my small breasts.
"Mmmh" I moaned. I reach out to touch him, but my hand phased right through.
"Just relax." More fog came pouring out. He inserted two fingers into me while I was temporarily blinded. He pulled the straps down from my nightgown, revealing my breasts. He pinched my small pink nipples, tweaking and tuning them like a radio dial. Switching back and forth. He worked his fingers faster inside of me, using his thumb to rub the top.
