Dave and Jennie, breathe deeply trying to recover their breath. Dave leans back against the wall for support and Jennie rests her head on his shoulder leaning into him. His penis was still buried inside her, both too spent to move for the time being.
Through the fog of their exhaustion they begin to hear clapping as if applause coming from down a long hallway. Softly teasingly they hear voices that seem to echo up from the bottom of a deep well.
"Bravo, Bravo!"
Dave and Jennie turn as one to look at the far wall of the bedroom.
On a nearly transparent bed that glowed softly of moonlight was a young woman with long curly hair, and a slightly older gentleman, old enough to be her father. Both were of the same glowing quality as the bed they sat on and neither was entirely opaque.
He has his ghostly penis hard and in his hand. She has her legs up on the bed; her left hand is buried beneath her skirts in her vagina.
" Bravo!" The father says, his voice sounding deep and faraway. " Best show we have seen in ages."
" You two were so hot!" The girl says with a big grin.
Jennie and Dave look at them with complete shock. How long had they been watching? What were they going to do now?
" Who are you?" Dave gets out finally.
" We are the former owners of this house that you two have found to be such a great place for fantastic sex." The older man says releasing his penis, and closing it up in his pants.
" We sorry if we offended you." Jennie says self consciously covering her chest with one arm.
" You didn't offend!" The ghostly girl says with a smile. " As we said, we enjoyed the show."
" How long were you watching?" Dave asks.
" Since you came into our home, it is Halloween, the night when we are closest to being able to interact with the living." The girl responds.
" You know I haven't seen a football game since 1898? Did you know before then a touch down was only worth four points? I kept forgetting that watching the game over your shoulder. That little gadget was pretty neat." The man says with a big smile.
" Well, then I'm glad you enjoyed it. Isn't it a little perverted to be watching the two of us having sex?" Dave asks.
" Isn't it a little perverted to be having sex in a haunted house?" The man returns with a smile.
" What are your names?" Jennie asks.
" My name is Mary, this is my dad, Hank."
" You guys don't seem particularly scary." Jennie says finally.
" We're not." Hank says firmly.
" But we are horny, always horny." Mary says with a smile.
" Why is that?" Dave asks.
" It's the way we died I guess." Hank says with a shrug.
" How'd you die? There are so many stories." Jennie asks excitedly.
" Well it was the winter of 1899..." Hank says quietly his voice echoing around Dave and Jennie.
Jennie and Dave look around and the home seems to glow around them, and no longer look like it was falling apart. The paint on walls was clean, the furniture new... It was a pleasant home.
Hank comes into the room wearing a thick coat. He quickly gets a fire going in the wood stove in the corner of the room where Dave and Jennie hadn't even noticed one before.
It isn't like before the fire is crackling merrily away in the stove, and Hank goes over to his bed.
Mary comes into the room bundled in a blanket, looking cold and miserable.
" Dad, can I come I here, we don't have enough wood to get a fire going anywhere else in the house."
" Of course sweetie." Hank answers with a smile.
Mary quickly scurries across the room and jumps into her father's bed. She touches his face, and looks dismayed.
" You are chilled to the bone! What would mother say?"
" That I am fool." Hank says with a smile.
