Chapter 9 Chapter 9
Audrey
Ghosts might not be real but I felt like one. Sleep wouldn’t come, I was too on edge for that. So I wandered around the cottage with my blanket trailed behind me and small moans escaping my lips every time I thought about what had happened earlier.
If I had been in a long white night dress I would hundred per cent of been mistaken for a ghost because I didn’t need to look in a mirror to know I was pale and drawn.
And who could blame me. My neighbour was nuts and for some unknown reason he seemed to have fixated on me.
Pursing my lips I blew out a breath and groaned again. This time in exasperation.
He was a complete nut job and if what he said was true then he had been obsessed with me for a long time without me even realising.
Had he been my stalker for years or had he just said it to scare me? There was ni way of knowing. One thing that did frighten me was the effect he had on my body.
That was all sorts of wrong.
Moaning and groaning like some kind of cat on heat. My body had been turned on by his very presence. If the face matched the boice then I was going to be in real trouble.
Red flags.
I was always attracted to them. It was one of my many faults. I shouldn’t be moaning after some weirdo stalker neighbour who kept breaking into my house. This one might be the worst of the lot though.
Another groan escaoed my lips and this one had nothing to do with pent up sexual need and everything to do with what a complete and utter idiot I was.
The man was dangerous. He wasn’t some dark and mysterious stranger. This wasn’t some god damn romance. He had been in my house.
In my room.
His words flooded me. What had he said about giving me a real cock and not some pink piece of plastic. Against embarrassment flooded me. How had he known my vibrator was pink unless he had seen.
Forgetting the blanket I bolted up the stairs.
It had been a few days since I had used my toy but I had used it since I had been back.
Flinging open the door to my room I padded across the room to my bedside draw and yanked it open. The usual things. My creams, a packet of tissues and not one pink phallac shaped item to be seen.
Dropping my head to my hands I took a deep breath and then another one. Desperately trying to settle my nerves. This wasn’t proof that he had it. I might of not put it away. It might have just fallen behind-
Or I might just be clutching at straws.
Slowly lifting my head, I glanced around. This was my room. It had always been my room and I had always felt safe here.
Except I didn’t now.
Knowing someone had been in here frayed my nerves. Where had he stood to watch me sleep. Had he done anything else?
Had he touched me in my sleep?
My eyes widened as my breath quickened. Everything I was feeling was so wrong. So messed up that I was ashamed of my own thoughts.
It was just because I hadn’t got lucky in a while. I told myself. That was the reason the idea of him touching me when I was asleep was suddenly hot as all sin.
Flopping down , I flung my arm over my eyes. Of course he hadn’t touched me. I would know if he had. There would be signs.
This was just all me just being silly. Grief was making my thoughts twisted. Plus I had drunk a lot in the last few days. More than I would usually. I couldn’t be sure if this wasn’t alk in my imagination.
Like why would my neighbour be stalking me? Why would he coming in here and stealing my sex toys.
This was all in my head.
It was the manifestation of my grief because I didn’t given myself a chance to feel it.
I was so afraid of being totally alone in the world that I had made up a stalker to keep me company.
That said all sorts about me.
Another groan , and I rolled to my side. Yanking up the quilt to cover me. I felt better now I realised it was all my messed up mind.
But I knew I did need counseling. Which I would sort out in the morning.
I knew I would feel better after some therapy as well.
I didn’t know whether I was asleep or awake. It felt like I was floating. Not an out of body experience but something so much more - pronounced.
My body felt floaty but heavy. Heavy with pleasure that locked me into place with a need so heady that I couldn’t stand it.
It was all too much.
My skin zinged.
And yet I couldn’t feel anything on me. No fingers brushed against me, no lips. It was almost like my mind had taken over my own pleasure and invaded my dreams.
My eyes snapped open. My breath coming in ragged gasps that made my chest rise and fall in rapid succession. Everything was pitch black. So dark that I couldn’t even see the ceiling above me. I had fallen asleep fully dressed. Curled up on my side.
And had a wet dream.
I could feel the dampness of my release between my thighs.
Jesus H Christ what was wrong with me?
First I make my neighbour into some kind of monstrous stalker and then I cum in my sleep thinking about some stranger sneaking into my room and touching me inappropriately.
At least that’s what I think I had been dreaming of, it had been what I had been thinking of before I had fallen asleep.
What was wrong with me?
And now my panties were wet and there was no way I could sleep until again until I had changed.
Pulling myself upright I swung my leg out of the bed and froze. The door to my bedroom was shut when I was sure I hadn’t closed it.
Panic gripped me, the shadows around me swirled. Heart thundering I reached out and flicked on the lamp. It wasn’t bright and its light didn’t reach the corners but it filled the room with a soft light.
Someone had been in here. I was sure the door had been open. I had been too preoccupied to close it behind me and why would I? I never slept with the door shut. Not ever. My grandmother had never allowed it.
“Hello?” My voice was small and timid because that’s exactly how I felt.
Small and vulnerable.
Alone in an old house with grief making my imagination run riot on me.
Climbing to my feet I started to painstakingly look around. I checked under beds and in wardrobes. I double checked windows and the locks of doors.
And everything was exactly how it should be.
For the second time in only a few hours I had let my imagination run riot. I had closed the door. No one else. I’d just done it without thinking about it.
Finally I came to the front door. Which of course was also locked.
And that’s where I felt uneasy again. Reaching for the latch I hestitayed. My fingers were shaking.
Was there someone out there or -
Without giving myself a chance to think to much , I yanked it open and stared into nothing. There was no one out there. Nothing but the night and stars that blinked from between the fast moving clouds. The air smelt sweet.
But no one jumped out and attacked me. No one grabbed for me. Just like no one had been watching me sleep and touching my body until I cum without even waking up.
Taking a step forward. My bare toes crunched again something hard and I stumbled forward. Only just catching myself on the door frame in time before I landed on my face.
“Fucking hell.” I glared at the offending object. The dish I had taken the crumble in lay on the doorstep. Completely empty.
My heart fluttered. He had been here. But outside. Or was this some kind of ruse? A game he was playing.
Bending down I picked it up and studied it. Like the glass dish would give me the answers when I knew full well it wouldn’t.
The note in the bottom might though.
Carrying it carefully so the folded paper didn’t flutter away , I kicked the door shut with the heel of my foot and made my way to the kitchen.
Sleep was out of the question now so I might as well make myself useful. I needed to make a start on sorting out my grandparents things.
I’d put it off to long already.
Switching on all the lights I slid the glass dish into the side and finally read the words written on the lined paper on the bottom.
Thank you for the delicious dessert. Sincerely G
That was it. No creepy stalker note.
It was so mundanely normal that I was almost disappointed.
Almost but not quite. I had enough to deal with without having a stalker not that the alternative was any better.
Because if all of this was in my head then it meant I was bat shit crazy.