was planning on painting, he used his stealth abilities to remain hidden even after she turned on the lights and laid out her painting supplies.
Over the next few hours, he stared at his prey working on the mural of a tiger ripping through the wall. She painstakingly focused all of her attention on the animal’s eyes. While she painted, she told Casper of her day at work and of the twins, which she spoke of with great affection. Ice knew she was getting too close to the twins and he would have to resolve the situation before it got any worse—that is, after she was done painting for the night.
By the time she stepped back to examine her work, even he felt the intensity of the animal’s stare. She explained to her invisible friend, “I always start with the eyes. Somehow it helps bring them to life and the rest of their internal nature just seems to flow out of my paintbrush.” Penny proceeded to explain to Casper in detail her plans for the room.
Ice listened intently to every word she said. Now wanting to see the tiger completed in his future room, he decided that her death could wait for a few more days.
*~*~*~*
Ice continued to visit Penny’s house and the days quickly turned into weeks. Like an internal alarm clock, she woke at the exact same time each night and crawled out of bed wearing different sexy lingerie. In the few weeks that he’d been watching, she hadn’t repeated the same outfit twice. Given the intriguing nightwear, he decided to investigate further while Penny was at work.
The next day after he saw her leave, he walked into the cabin. As he rummaged through her bedroom, he opened her closet to find a large collection of nighties in every color of the rainbow. When he went to her dresser, he found a drawer full of the same lace and silk. When he glanced in the corner, he found a partially opened box crammed full of even more. He laughed at the sight and exclaimed, “She’s a lingerie junkie!” As he continued to snoop through every drawer, box, and cabinet in the cabin, he didn’t find any signs that a man had ever been in the home with her. This also matched the research he had done online that showed that she had never been in any kind of serious relationship. He wondered out loud. “No male audience…she’s just a lace addict.” The thought that he may be the only male on the planet that had seen the fashion show for some reason made him protective of the collection. He pitied any fool that attempted to become personally familiar with his now claimed territory. They wouldn’t live to share the tale.
Each night he watched this odd Human. Besides the nightgown parade, where he was keeping track of his top five, he was learning more about Penny. He had already learned the basic things like what she liked to eat, movies she watched, and her favorite hobbies—the selection matching her mood. One of his favorite night time activities was when she would paint. He would sit along the wall and watch her work for hours at a time, transforming her bedroom into a jungle theme which was quite realistic and very beautiful. Initially he planned on how he was going to redecorate once the Human was gone, but those thoughts slowly faded away. Although her cabin full of color and life was a stark contrast to his dark, monotone world, Penny’s reality called to him. Even if she needed to be removed from his world, he wanted this cabin as she made it to keep a part of her alive, like a distant whisper in the dark.
*~*~*~*
As the weeks went by and Penny opened up more and more to her ghost Casper. He listened to her talk excitedly about her success with the first overnight hiking group she took into the woods. Ice had watched the entire event while hidden in the shadows, but he kept his distance because he knew that to kill her, he had to kill them all and he couldn’t risk the investigation that would provoke.
As Penny continued to talk and began to share her inner thoughts and private feelings,
Over the next few hours, he stared at his prey working on the mural of a tiger ripping through the wall. She painstakingly focused all of her attention on the animal’s eyes. While she painted, she told Casper of her day at work and of the twins, which she spoke of with great affection. Ice knew she was getting too close to the twins and he would have to resolve the situation before it got any worse—that is, after she was done painting for the night.
By the time she stepped back to examine her work, even he felt the intensity of the animal’s stare. She explained to her invisible friend, “I always start with the eyes. Somehow it helps bring them to life and the rest of their internal nature just seems to flow out of my paintbrush.” Penny proceeded to explain to Casper in detail her plans for the room.
Ice listened intently to every word she said. Now wanting to see the tiger completed in his future room, he decided that her death could wait for a few more days.
*~*~*~*
Ice continued to visit Penny’s house and the days quickly turned into weeks. Like an internal alarm clock, she woke at the exact same time each night and crawled out of bed wearing different sexy lingerie. In the few weeks that he’d been watching, she hadn’t repeated the same outfit twice. Given the intriguing nightwear, he decided to investigate further while Penny was at work.
The next day after he saw her leave, he walked into the cabin. As he rummaged through her bedroom, he opened her closet to find a large collection of nighties in every color of the rainbow. When he went to her dresser, he found a drawer full of the same lace and silk. When he glanced in the corner, he found a partially opened box crammed full of even more. He laughed at the sight and exclaimed, “She’s a lingerie junkie!” As he continued to snoop through every drawer, box, and cabinet in the cabin, he didn’t find any signs that a man had ever been in the home with her. This also matched the research he had done online that showed that she had never been in any kind of serious relationship. He wondered out loud. “No male audience…she’s just a lace addict.” The thought that he may be the only male on the planet that had seen the fashion show for some reason made him protective of the collection. He pitied any fool that attempted to become personally familiar with his now claimed territory. They wouldn’t live to share the tale.
Each night he watched this odd Human. Besides the nightgown parade, where he was keeping track of his top five, he was learning more about Penny. He had already learned the basic things like what she liked to eat, movies she watched, and her favorite hobbies—the selection matching her mood. One of his favorite night time activities was when she would paint. He would sit along the wall and watch her work for hours at a time, transforming her bedroom into a jungle theme which was quite realistic and very beautiful. Initially he planned on how he was going to redecorate once the Human was gone, but those thoughts slowly faded away. Although her cabin full of color and life was a stark contrast to his dark, monotone world, Penny’s reality called to him. Even if she needed to be removed from his world, he wanted this cabin as she made it to keep a part of her alive, like a distant whisper in the dark.
*~*~*~*
As the weeks went by and Penny opened up more and more to her ghost Casper. He listened to her talk excitedly about her success with the first overnight hiking group she took into the woods. Ice had watched the entire event while hidden in the shadows, but he kept his distance because he knew that to kill her, he had to kill them all and he couldn’t risk the investigation that would provoke.
As Penny continued to talk and began to share her inner thoughts and private feelings,
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