Chapter 8
That night I dream again. Hands, lips, tongues, teeth. I wake feeling more ravished than I ever have in my entire life. As I sit up in bed the following morning, the sun angling through a slit in the curtains and dust motes floating in the air, echoes of voices whisper in my ears.
We were here. We were real. We can be again.
We believe in you. We want you. We will bring you pleasure.
I wake up horny, flashes of my dreams combining with the remnants of those words repeating in my mind. As I use my vibrator, my body exploding with orgasm after orgasm, I begin to theorize how to make my fantasies come true.
I’m regrouting my bathroom tiles later in the day when my next odd encounter happens. My music is blaring as I work, and when I stand to stretch out my back, I see my bathroom mirror completely fog over, and those words appear on the glass, one perfectly written letter at a time.
We were here. We were real. We can be again.
We believe in you. We want you. We will bring you pleasure.
Everything suddenly becomes clear. My home is haunted. My home is haunted, and from the dreams I’ve been having, it appears it is haunted by two ghosts who are intent on contributing to my sexual fantasies.
It is also in this moment that I realize I have three options for dealing with my ghosts: I can carry on with things as they are and live in a haunted house with horny ghosts; I can perform a spell to dispel the ghosts from my home; or I can do the ultimate spell and bring these guys back to life.
Before I make my decision, I do what I do best and begin researching. If I go with my final option, I have to make certain I know exactly what I’m getting into. I need to know what could go right, what could go wrong, and the possible consequences of taking such a drastic step.
There’s much to consider, and I find myself camped out in my library most of the rest of the day and late into the night. Between the internet and my grimoire, there’s a wealth of knowledge at my fingertips.
By the time I decide to go to bed, I’m still not certain what I’m going to do. However, thanks to hours upon hours of digging, I am at least armed with the information I need no matter which direction I decide to go.
Ignoring them is the easiest option. Banishing them is harder.
Then again, option three, the one I truly want to happen, is the hardest. Making these ghosts corporeal would be difficult, to say the least, especially since I’m so new to the craft.
But if everything were to work out, I could potentially have all my sexual fantasies come true.
I fall asleep with the possibilities circling in my mind. I am almost immediately thrown into another amazing dream of me and two men doing all sorts of depraved sexual acts. When I wake the next morning with arousal dripping down my thighs again, my mind is made up.
I walk into the bathroom to discover two names written on the mirror in red lipstick. And while I know I’ve made the right decision, the names stop me in my tracks, and I can’t help but stare in wonderment.
Lenwood and Oswald.
Seriously? My ghosts are named Lenwood and Oswald? I mean, I guess depending on what time period they lived in, these could have been fairly common names. But if this works, if I’m actually able to give these ghosts their bodies back, there’s no way I can call them those names without giggling.
With a laundry list of things I need for the spell running through my head, I jump in the shower to begin my day.