Anna entered her property soaking wet, thanks to the assistance of her neighbour, who was putting his car away. As she walked into the hallway, shutting the door behind her. Hanging her keys on the hook by the door. Struggling to take her shoes off. It occurred to Anna, she was back in that house. Her house. Wandering now if she was being haunted, by the ghost of her dead husband. Even though it was a few years now, since Steve had died, in that horrific air crash. Well, being a pilot in the air force, she was informed he died in active duty. Doing the job he loved, with his best friend alongside him, with a burial in full honours. Yes, she missed Steve with all her heart, and was never far from her mind. Surely, if hed try to contact her, it wouldnt be in this way. Still, Anna proceeded to go to the kitchen, just off the hallway, adjacent to the living room, to clear away the cold coffee mug and plate, with the shrivelled bread that was supposedly toast. Deciding to put the radio on, and tidy away the debris of breadcrumbs from the work top. There it was again. The red mist surrounding her, but this time, instead of becoming cold. The red mist enveloped her, making Anna extremely hot. She, looked at the window, where shed hope to see at least what could be causing her to have this crack pot scenario. Nothing. But, felt the red mist blow gently into her ear, she could feel it wrapping itself tightly and securely around her waist. Curiously, becoming slightly aroused. It slowly dragged her to the stool. Her fingers being stroked gently, what she was unaware of, she was lifted off the ground. (Like the scene from casper the friendly ghost). It had gave Anna the most intense feeling, she hadnt had in a long time. It felt like shed been kissed down her neck, all the while it seemed like this mist, was undressing her. Ouside it was getting dark. Normally, Anna would close the blinds, but she was far too aroused to do anything. Feeling confused, she tried to sit down but the pull of the red mist was refusing her. This so called red mist, had her completely under its spell, and wasnt going to let go anytime soon. She was really getting turned on, was she going mad. Who knew. All Anna could do, was just go with the flow, and hope shed wake up soon, and it be all a bad dream. But it wasnt.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 03:32:45 +0000
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