Fifty Shades of Fantasy: Ghosts of Desire (paranormal erotica, ghost story, ghost romance, ghosts, ghost, ghost erotica, ghost sex, Halloween, Halloween stories, sexy Halloween, Halloween erotica) by Michelle Fox Page A
Authors: Michelle Fox
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there were ghosts chattering away, I wouldn’t hear them until Kelly ran the tape later. If things got weird, I could be out the door in seconds. Over all, not the worst set-up for a scaredy cat like me.
It was still creepy though. At first, I’d been able to hear Kelly and the film crew, but their voices and foots teps had faded, giving way to noises I couldn’t identify. A strange whistling sound keened and I tried to bel ieve it was just wind whooshing through a wall somewhere . There were scuffing sounds that had to be animals, a lthough the idea of mice was not exactl y reassuring. Wasn’t it mice that gave peo ple bubonic plague? I tried to G oogle that on my phone , but couldn’t get a good connection. The prison was a dead zone.
I zipped up my coat and shoved my hands in my pockets trying to ward off the fall chill. So far, so good. If Kelly makes it big, she’d better buy me something nice. I was due for a good turn. My last boyfriend had ditched me for some bimbo and a corporate buy-out had cost me my job. Both money and romance had been lacking in my life of late. Surely the universe would not be so cruel as to force me to sit in the dark with the dead and not provide s ome kind of positive counterbalance, right?
Something fluttered overhead . I looked up and saw nothing. It stopped and then started again, this time louder. Shit. I retrieved m y flashlight from the window sil l -- I ’ d set it there in an effort to obtain as much am bient light as possible . Aiming it at the ceiling, I gave an in voluntary shriek at what I saw.
Bats.
Fucking mice with wings.
Swarms of them.
“Shoo,” I said, my voice timid. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be outside eating bugs?”
They flapped their wings at the sound of my voice, their beady little eyes gleaming like obsidian as they focused on me. One of them swooped down and would’ve buzzed my head if I hadn’t run off , screaming at the top of my lungs.
Stupidly, I didn’t go out the front door as I’d planned all along, but ran deeper into the prison on pure instinct. B y the time I stopped, I was surrounded by absolute darkness. I spun in a circle trying to remember which way was which. There were four hallways to choose from, and I had no idea which one I’d come from.
I was lost.
Shit.
Holding my breath, I strained to listen, hoping to catch sound of Kelly or the film crew, but heard nothing. With trembling fingers, I pulled out m y phone. If I could reach Kelly she might be able to find me or at least guide me in the right direction. Only my phone flashed a ‘no signal’ message on the screen.
No one was coming to help me.
Thinking fast, I decided to try and find a window. If I could see outside I might be able to get my bearings. Taking a deep breath, I picked a hallway at random and went for it. I was too scared of the dark to sit and do nothing. If I kept moving, I would get out of this, somehow.
Unfortunately, while I found a window, the view didn’t help. I couldn’t see the parking lot and all that told me was I was even more lost than I’d realized
Just wh en I’d given up hope and resigned myself to waiting for daylight, I heard a voice .
“Over here,” said a man in the distance.
Relieved , I oriented myself to the direction of the voice and rushed to track it down before I lost it.
“Come this way,” he said.
I didn’t recognize his voice, but assumed he was a member of the film crew. “I’m coming,” I called out.
“In here.” I followed the voice into a small, windowless cell. I stepped inside and scanned the room wit h my flashlight. It was empty. Thinking I’d made a mistake, I turned to leave, but the metal door slammed shut with a screeching whine.
I ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was either locked or jammed from old age. “Hello?” I called ou t, anxiety making my voice high- pitched.
“Behind you,” said a deep voice.
I whirled around, my heart pounding in my chest. A man stood in
It was still creepy though. At first, I’d been able to hear Kelly and the film crew, but their voices and foots teps had faded, giving way to noises I couldn’t identify. A strange whistling sound keened and I tried to bel ieve it was just wind whooshing through a wall somewhere . There were scuffing sounds that had to be animals, a lthough the idea of mice was not exactl y reassuring. Wasn’t it mice that gave peo ple bubonic plague? I tried to G oogle that on my phone , but couldn’t get a good connection. The prison was a dead zone.
I zipped up my coat and shoved my hands in my pockets trying to ward off the fall chill. So far, so good. If Kelly makes it big, she’d better buy me something nice. I was due for a good turn. My last boyfriend had ditched me for some bimbo and a corporate buy-out had cost me my job. Both money and romance had been lacking in my life of late. Surely the universe would not be so cruel as to force me to sit in the dark with the dead and not provide s ome kind of positive counterbalance, right?
Something fluttered overhead . I looked up and saw nothing. It stopped and then started again, this time louder. Shit. I retrieved m y flashlight from the window sil l -- I ’ d set it there in an effort to obtain as much am bient light as possible . Aiming it at the ceiling, I gave an in voluntary shriek at what I saw.
Bats.
Fucking mice with wings.
Swarms of them.
“Shoo,” I said, my voice timid. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be outside eating bugs?”
They flapped their wings at the sound of my voice, their beady little eyes gleaming like obsidian as they focused on me. One of them swooped down and would’ve buzzed my head if I hadn’t run off , screaming at the top of my lungs.
Stupidly, I didn’t go out the front door as I’d planned all along, but ran deeper into the prison on pure instinct. B y the time I stopped, I was surrounded by absolute darkness. I spun in a circle trying to remember which way was which. There were four hallways to choose from, and I had no idea which one I’d come from.
I was lost.
Shit.
Holding my breath, I strained to listen, hoping to catch sound of Kelly or the film crew, but heard nothing. With trembling fingers, I pulled out m y phone. If I could reach Kelly she might be able to find me or at least guide me in the right direction. Only my phone flashed a ‘no signal’ message on the screen.
No one was coming to help me.
Thinking fast, I decided to try and find a window. If I could see outside I might be able to get my bearings. Taking a deep breath, I picked a hallway at random and went for it. I was too scared of the dark to sit and do nothing. If I kept moving, I would get out of this, somehow.
Unfortunately, while I found a window, the view didn’t help. I couldn’t see the parking lot and all that told me was I was even more lost than I’d realized
Just wh en I’d given up hope and resigned myself to waiting for daylight, I heard a voice .
“Over here,” said a man in the distance.
Relieved , I oriented myself to the direction of the voice and rushed to track it down before I lost it.
“Come this way,” he said.
I didn’t recognize his voice, but assumed he was a member of the film crew. “I’m coming,” I called out.
“In here.” I followed the voice into a small, windowless cell. I stepped inside and scanned the room wit h my flashlight. It was empty. Thinking I’d made a mistake, I turned to leave, but the metal door slammed shut with a screeching whine.
I ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was either locked or jammed from old age. “Hello?” I called ou t, anxiety making my voice high- pitched.
“Behind you,” said a deep voice.
I whirled around, my heart pounding in my chest. A man stood in
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