Halloween Ghost Stories
Ghostly encounter
Tim and Ann were checking into the hotel when the desk clerk asked if they came for the tour. Yes, Ann anouced loudly with a smile. Looking at the clock she said, the sun will be setting in an hour and the tour would begin shortly after. Taking the room key Tim asked, do we meet in the lobby. No, the clerk said. You'll meet your party in the Rosewood room down the hall.
Going up to their floor Ann squeezing Tim's hand. I've always wanted to do this. Me too, he replied. I've heard they go to the best places.
Charging their phones they checked the batteries in their recorder and cameras.
Gathering their equipment they headed to meet the tour guide.Going into the meeting room they were relieved it wasn't too crowded. They listened to the instructions and recommendations carefully wanting the best experience possible.
Loaded in the bus the tour guide gave a brief history of the locations they were going to. The first was an abandoned warehouse thought to have been the sight of a grisly murder. Walking along the pathway the room lit up with camera flashes. After hearing some strange sounds, they were off to the next stop. Ann whispered, did you see anything. No, Tim said. Hope the rest isn't like this.
Next stop was a converted pub. The front looked like any public in the country.
Retrieving a key, the guide opened a heavy wooden door. Before letting anyone enter, he said what ever you do don't touch anything. Take all the pictures you wish, but don't pick anything up.
The room opened up to look more like a meeting hall from the 1700s. Tim smiled and said this is more like it. Ann turned on her recorder and videoed as she followed everyone.
Not paying attention, she bumped into a case of shelves, knocking a lamp to the ground. She quickly picked it up and put it back before anyone seen.
The final stop was reportedly the most haunted building in the county, The old court house. Going into where the cells were Ann took Tim's hand and said I'm freezing.
Heading to the gallows she felt Tim's arm around her waist. Feeling safe in his arm she took pictures and videos. The final stop was the court room. The guide explained how the legal system worked in 16 and 1700s.
Boarding the bus Tim asked, that was fun wasn't it. Ann elbowed him. What was that for. She said, you realize how embarrassing it was you squeezing my tit. Tim looked at her shocked. I did nothing of sort. Besides, how could I get continued. You were ahead of me going in the court room.
Going up in the elevator she was still mad. When the door opened she demanded the room key. As Ann went to their room, Tim rode the elevator down and went to the bar.
Still upset Ann undressed and put her night gown on. Slipping under the covers Tim's words echoed in her head. How could he be behind me if he had his arm around me.
Suddenly she felt a hand over her mouth. Her scream muffled she tried pulling it away, but nothing was there for her to fight off. Then her legs pushed apart. Throwing her hands around her, she felt nothing but the cold air.
Her eyes widened feeling her panties being pulled down and her gown raised. Then she remembered the words the tour guide said, touch nothing.
Her heart pounded feeling pressure on her tits. As someone was licking them and sucking her nipples. After several minutes, her fear subsided. She stopped fighting and gave in to her formless visitor.
She gasped then screamed feeling her pussy being spread open, then filled with the largest penis she ever encountered.
The whole room felt like it was shaking with it thrusting into her like an iorn rod. Ann soon met it with upward thrusts. Her whole body went numb with the first of many toe curling orgasms.
Ann lost count of her orgams and time when her whole insides filled with his chilling seed.
Waking Ann looked at the clock and thought how strange it looked. What felt like hours or was it days was only a few minutes.
Getting up, she went down to find Tim. Looking up Tim gasped. Ann stood at the door in her torn night gown. Her body in full view. Her tits red from pawing and nipples swollen from the roughness they received from constant sucking biting and pulls. The obvious sighs of fucking was present. Her thighs rubbed raw and puffy lips nearly glowed red. Covering her with his jacket, Tim asked what happened. All she said I want you, I need you.
Renaissance fair
Mary walked along the crowded rows of hand crafted items the local people made. Her feet sore from walking she cursed her brother for losing her. Passing the sword fighting arena, she watched the men on horse back charging towards each other in their shining armor. A loud crack was heard when one was struck by the wooden pole of the other.
Looking off into the distance she saw her brother. Walking faster she tried catching up with him. Following the trail, she lost him again. Rounding the bend there was a large tent. One that looked like those in King Arthur books.
Entering it everything was different. Everyone was dressed in period clothing and spoke a old english accent. Passing it off to a better class of actors, she continued looking for her brother.
A young woman came to her and said, you must hurry. Me lord has been waiting. Following her, Mary figured he had something to do with this.
As they walked it looked more like a solid building. The tent flaps gave way to stone work, and the floor has become solid.
Leading Mary to a wooden door the young woman said, they wait for you, my lady. How odd she thought to herself. Pushing in the door, Mary was shocked at how heavy it is. Entering the dark room oder of burnt oil and fragrances fill the air.
She jumped when her arm was grabbed. A older woman pulled at her saying, you must hurry. What is this place she asked. Why must you act this way every time he comes, the woman said sharply.
Opening a smaller door, there was a brass bathtub. Quickly, the woman barked. Out of those things. What, Mary exclaimed. I don't know who you think I am, but you're very wrong.
The woman's face redend, hearing this. Clapping her hands loudly, three young women burst in and began pulling at her clothes. As Mary tried to fight them off, they became more aggressive. Naked, she was ordered into the tub. With hot water poured on her, scrub brushes were put to her skin. One girl giggled as Mary pushed her hands away when trying to wash her pussy. Her nipples hurt from the abuse of the brushes, and screamed when turned over and her anal area was washed.
The older woman stood before her holding a large towel. Stepping out, she was wrapped and dried.
Everything was so confusing. Who are these people, why do they think I'm one of them.
Her hair put up in a bun, the towel removed, she was rubbed with fragrant oil. Mary's skin began to tingle and oder from the oil began to play with her mind. The young women hurriedly put a heavy cotton gown on her and tied it tightly to her.
Taking her arm, the older woman lead her into a third room. A large bed Sat in the center of the room. You know how he hates to wait. Ye, yes, Mary answered. Walking to the bed Mary laid in the center of it. Covering her to her neck with the quilt, the woman left closing and locking the door behind her. Mary had trouble remembering. Is this real.
She was thinking how abusive her husband was, and wished her father never brought her to this evil kingdom. The sound of the key turning broke her train of thought.
A girl in her twenties wearing a long flowered gown came rushing in. Please forgive me, she begged. I didn't mean for father to be cross with you, but I never felt that before. It's alright dear, Mary told her. Father is drinking with his men right now, the girl said. Can we do it again. Completely transformed, Mary said, of course we can.
The girl pulled her gown off revealing the most beautiful body Mary had ever seen. Her long red hair splayed across her back. The girls small breasts were tipped with light pink nipples, and her untrimed public hair was a lighter shade of red.
Coming to the bed, she pulled the covers back and untied Mary's confinement. Mary threw the gown to the floor, and held the girl tightly. Kissing, their hands explored each other's bodies. Leaning her head down, Mary sucked at the girl's nipples. Her breathing quickened when Mary put her hand between the girl's legs. She threw her head back with Mary pushing two fingers in her tight pussy. Her moaning became louder with Mary's thumb rubbing her clit.
Mary's hand was covered in the girl's vaginal fluids as she shook violently.
Kissing Mary, the girl sucked Mary's nipple into her mouth. Yes, Mary hissed. Bite them, pull them.
Sliding down, the girl licked Mary's wet vaginal lips. Pressing her head against her, Mary moaned use your fingers.
Feeling her orgam build, she push the girl onto the bed and turned her body. Lowering herself down, Mary pressed her pussy against the girl's hungry mouth before burying her face between the girl's legs.
The girl squealed as Mary pushed a wet finger deep in her ass. Closing her thighs with a body shaking orgasm ripping through her, she trapping the girl's head.
Just the the door burst open.
When have you been Mary. Opening her eyes she was sitting in the remains of a burned out building, her clothes torn.
We've looked everywhere for you, her brother said excitedly
Tim and Ann were checking into the hotel when the desk clerk asked if they came for the tour. Yes, Ann anouced loudly with a smile. Looking at the clock she said, the sun will be setting in an hour and the tour would begin shortly after. Taking the room key Tim asked, do we meet in the lobby. No, the clerk said. You'll meet your party in the Rosewood room down the hall.
Going up to their floor Ann squeezing Tim's hand. I've always wanted to do this. Me too, he replied. I've heard they go to the best places.
Charging their phones they checked the batteries in their recorder and cameras.
Gathering their equipment they headed to meet the tour guide.Going into the meeting room they were relieved it wasn't too crowded. They listened to the instructions and recommendations carefully wanting the best experience possible.
Loaded in the bus the tour guide gave a brief history of the locations they were going to. The first was an abandoned warehouse thought to have been the sight of a grisly murder. Walking along the pathway the room lit up with camera flashes. After hearing some strange sounds, they were off to the next stop. Ann whispered, did you see anything. No, Tim said. Hope the rest isn't like this.
Next stop was a converted pub. The front looked like any public in the country.
Retrieving a key, the guide opened a heavy wooden door. Before letting anyone enter, he said what ever you do don't touch anything. Take all the pictures you wish, but don't pick anything up.
The room opened up to look more like a meeting hall from the 1700s. Tim smiled and said this is more like it. Ann turned on her recorder and videoed as she followed everyone.
Not paying attention, she bumped into a case of shelves, knocking a lamp to the ground. She quickly picked it up and put it back before anyone seen.
The final stop was reportedly the most haunted building in the county, The old court house. Going into where the cells were Ann took Tim's hand and said I'm freezing.
Heading to the gallows she felt Tim's arm around her waist. Feeling safe in his arm she took pictures and videos. The final stop was the court room. The guide explained how the legal system worked in 16 and 1700s.
Boarding the bus Tim asked, that was fun wasn't it. Ann elbowed him. What was that for. She said, you realize how embarrassing it was you squeezing my tit. Tim looked at her shocked. I did nothing of sort. Besides, how could I get continued. You were ahead of me going in the court room.
Going up in the elevator she was still mad. When the door opened she demanded the room key. As Ann went to their room, Tim rode the elevator down and went to the bar.
Still upset Ann undressed and put her night gown on. Slipping under the covers Tim's words echoed in her head. How could he be behind me if he had his arm around me.
Suddenly she felt a hand over her mouth. Her scream muffled she tried pulling it away, but nothing was there for her to fight off. Then her legs pushed apart. Throwing her hands around her, she felt nothing but the cold air.
Her eyes widened feeling her panties being pulled down and her gown raised. Then she remembered the words the tour guide said, touch nothing.
Her heart pounded feeling pressure on her tits. As someone was licking them and sucking her nipples. After several minutes, her fear subsided. She stopped fighting and gave in to her formless visitor.
She gasped then screamed feeling her pussy being spread open, then filled with the largest penis she ever encountered.
The whole room felt like it was shaking with it thrusting into her like an iorn rod. Ann soon met it with upward thrusts. Her whole body went numb with the first of many toe curling orgasms.
Ann lost count of her orgams and time when her whole insides filled with his chilling seed.
Waking Ann looked at the clock and thought how strange it looked. What felt like hours or was it days was only a few minutes.
Getting up, she went down to find Tim. Looking up Tim gasped. Ann stood at the door in her torn night gown. Her body in full view. Her tits red from pawing and nipples swollen from the roughness they received from constant sucking biting and pulls. The obvious sighs of fucking was present. Her thighs rubbed raw and puffy lips nearly glowed red. Covering her with his jacket, Tim asked what happened. All she said I want you, I need you.
Renaissance fair
Mary walked along the crowded rows of hand crafted items the local people made. Her feet sore from walking she cursed her brother for losing her. Passing the sword fighting arena, she watched the men on horse back charging towards each other in their shining armor. A loud crack was heard when one was struck by the wooden pole of the other.
Looking off into the distance she saw her brother. Walking faster she tried catching up with him. Following the trail, she lost him again. Rounding the bend there was a large tent. One that looked like those in King Arthur books.
Entering it everything was different. Everyone was dressed in period clothing and spoke a old english accent. Passing it off to a better class of actors, she continued looking for her brother.
A young woman came to her and said, you must hurry. Me lord has been waiting. Following her, Mary figured he had something to do with this.
As they walked it looked more like a solid building. The tent flaps gave way to stone work, and the floor has become solid.
Leading Mary to a wooden door the young woman said, they wait for you, my lady. How odd she thought to herself. Pushing in the door, Mary was shocked at how heavy it is. Entering the dark room oder of burnt oil and fragrances fill the air.
She jumped when her arm was grabbed. A older woman pulled at her saying, you must hurry. What is this place she asked. Why must you act this way every time he comes, the woman said sharply.
Opening a smaller door, there was a brass bathtub. Quickly, the woman barked. Out of those things. What, Mary exclaimed. I don't know who you think I am, but you're very wrong.
The woman's face redend, hearing this. Clapping her hands loudly, three young women burst in and began pulling at her clothes. As Mary tried to fight them off, they became more aggressive. Naked, she was ordered into the tub. With hot water poured on her, scrub brushes were put to her skin. One girl giggled as Mary pushed her hands away when trying to wash her pussy. Her nipples hurt from the abuse of the brushes, and screamed when turned over and her anal area was washed.
The older woman stood before her holding a large towel. Stepping out, she was wrapped and dried.
Everything was so confusing. Who are these people, why do they think I'm one of them.
Her hair put up in a bun, the towel removed, she was rubbed with fragrant oil. Mary's skin began to tingle and oder from the oil began to play with her mind. The young women hurriedly put a heavy cotton gown on her and tied it tightly to her.
Taking her arm, the older woman lead her into a third room. A large bed Sat in the center of the room. You know how he hates to wait. Ye, yes, Mary answered. Walking to the bed Mary laid in the center of it. Covering her to her neck with the quilt, the woman left closing and locking the door behind her. Mary had trouble remembering. Is this real.
She was thinking how abusive her husband was, and wished her father never brought her to this evil kingdom. The sound of the key turning broke her train of thought.
A girl in her twenties wearing a long flowered gown came rushing in. Please forgive me, she begged. I didn't mean for father to be cross with you, but I never felt that before. It's alright dear, Mary told her. Father is drinking with his men right now, the girl said. Can we do it again. Completely transformed, Mary said, of course we can.
The girl pulled her gown off revealing the most beautiful body Mary had ever seen. Her long red hair splayed across her back. The girls small breasts were tipped with light pink nipples, and her untrimed public hair was a lighter shade of red.
Coming to the bed, she pulled the covers back and untied Mary's confinement. Mary threw the gown to the floor, and held the girl tightly. Kissing, their hands explored each other's bodies. Leaning her head down, Mary sucked at the girl's nipples. Her breathing quickened when Mary put her hand between the girl's legs. She threw her head back with Mary pushing two fingers in her tight pussy. Her moaning became louder with Mary's thumb rubbing her clit.
Mary's hand was covered in the girl's vaginal fluids as she shook violently.
Kissing Mary, the girl sucked Mary's nipple into her mouth. Yes, Mary hissed. Bite them, pull them.
Sliding down, the girl licked Mary's wet vaginal lips. Pressing her head against her, Mary moaned use your fingers.
Feeling her orgam build, she push the girl onto the bed and turned her body. Lowering herself down, Mary pressed her pussy against the girl's hungry mouth before burying her face between the girl's legs.
The girl squealed as Mary pushed a wet finger deep in her ass. Closing her thighs with a body shaking orgasm ripping through her, she trapping the girl's head.
Just the the door burst open.
When have you been Mary. Opening her eyes she was sitting in the remains of a burned out building, her clothes torn.
We've looked everywhere for you, her brother said excitedly
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