Erotic Fiction: A Haunted Room
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Lacy leaned across the table and blew out each candle on the candelabra, sending the room into darkness, save for the single-candle lantern resting beside her on the dining table. She took the lantern in one hand and her plate and cutlery in the other, padding towards the kitchen to drop them off in the sink. The sound of them clattering in the porcelain farmhouse-style basin was the loudest sound she had heard all evening, which was a bit of a disappointment. After all, Lacy had rented the old mansion for the night — staying in it completely alone — in hopes of seeing some sort of paranormal activity. Instead, the last few hours had been met with radio silence.
From the kitchen, she headed to the main foyer, peering up at the cathedral ceilings and drinking in the small details of the estate. Intricately carved mahogany wood carvings trailing up from the creaky floors, the shadows of the candle in her hand flickering and casting long shadows around the space. Even the chandelier hanging directly above her head seemed to absorb the light of her candle and send it flashing across the room in a dazzling display.
“Hello?” Lacy’s voice echoed through the space, bouncing through the walls of the adjoining rooms. She held her breath, waiting for a response…any response. Nothing came. She was starting to feel that this might have been a complete waste of money on her part.
Looking up the grand central staircase, Lacy placed her hand against the smooth banister and began making her way up, step by squeaking step. When she neared the upper-level landing, the soft glow from her lantern flooded into the hallway, coating the walls in a warm light. While there were easily ten rooms that she could have chosen to sleep in that night, she knew that one, in particular, would offer the best chance at having an encounter with Spirit. So, she walked purposefully down the corridor, turning left to enter the second-last bedroom.
Inside, the room was dark, but slowly came to life as she used the flame from her lantern to light the candelabras throughout the chamber. Within a minute, the room was bathed in a flickering glow. The shadows danced on the walls, creating an eerie sense that someone else was in the room. Maybe it’s Mr. Darrin, she thought, wondering if the man who had built this house nearly three hundred years prior would make his presence known to her.
Lacy changed into her pyjamas, turned back the layers of blankets on the canopied bed, and crawled in, sitting at its centre while surrounded by pillows. She looked around the room, waiting… watching… but there was nothing. Not even a flutter of the curtains at the far end of the room or a creak of the floorboards out in the hall. It was almost as if it was quieter than her own house, which (as far as she knew) wasn’t haunted at all.
The night drew on, and, eventually, Lacy’s eyes began to droop. Her body sunk back into the mound of pillows, and she almost immediately drifted off.
In the twilight moments between wakefulness and slumber, she heard footsteps in the room. They entered through the bedroom door, moving slowly towards the window on the far side of the space. The curtains rustled, and Lacy could hear what sounded like a deep sigh. Then, the footsteps moved towards the bed where she slept, her body frozen in place not by fear, but by fatigue.
The blankets moved, and she felt a body crawl into the bed beside her, roll to her. The length of them pressed against the side of Lacy, an arm encircling her waist and pulling her closer to them. Her breath quickened, heartbeat racing wildly in sheer fear, confusion, and — dare she admit to herself? — excitement.
A hand moved down her torso, resting on her hip. Her loose-fitting pyjama pants began to slide down slowly, her hips instinctively lifting slightly to make the process easier. She kicked them off her ankles, bending her knees upwards as she felt a coolness settle over the entire front of her body. Shivers ran down her back, her skin rising in tiny goosebumps.
Suddenly, she felt it, him, enter her. There was no pressure aside from that between her legs, and it was almost instantly that she felt herself reaching orgasm. It was as if the whole room was zeroing in on the sensations of the fullness filling her vagina, pushing her over the edge. Her silence was broken with an ear-piercing scream the moment she climaxed, the sound seeming to shake the very walls of the house. As the room fell back into silence, Lacy’s eyes fluttered open to find an empty room, dimly lit by candlelight.
