Lost on a country road, Cassandra stops for the night at a run-down motel. It's deserted, but she doesn't think much about it- at least not until things start going wrong. When a restless spirit ambushes her in the shower, can she keep her head, or will it drag her kicking and screaming to the other side?
Warning: this 3400 word erotic short contains explicit sex, ghosts, mind control, and possession.
Excerpt for adults only:
She panicked and ran. Her sprint away was cut short by her room’s door, locked or jammed, it didn’t matter- it wouldn’t budge. The temperature dropped by the second. Her breath clouded in the air, and when the lights flickered, she screamed. The TV came to life in a burst of snowy static. The covers flung themselves off the beds, and her bag rattled itself right off the table. There was no escape from that little room. She tugged uselessly at the doorknob anyway. Depressions formed in the carpet’s thin pile, one by one, closer and closer. Footprints.
“Oh my god,” Cassandra made a low, animal whimper. “Oh my god, who’s there, what are you, what do you want?”
The footsteps didn’t pause. Cassandra plastered herself back against the door in terror, and in one last act of panic lashed out when it came close enough. She grabbed a table lamp from its stand and swung it through the patch of air where the thing had to be. For a second she saw the flickering outline of a man, and then the lamp was yanked out of her hands. It crashed to the ground on the other side of the room in a million pieces.
A second later there was a feeling of hands on her naked body, tingling and sliding up from her hips to her breasts.
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Published August 16, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.