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)

Fifty Shades of Erotica
: Ghosts of Desire

(paranormal erotica, ghost story, ghost romance, ghosts,
ghost,
ghost erotica,
ghost sex,
Halloween, Halloween stories
, sexy Halloween, Halloween erotica
)

Michelle Fox

Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.

Blurb

Cassandra is about to be possessed by desire...

While ghost hunting in a h
aunted prison,
Cassandra finds herself transported into the memories of Andrew Smith, a handsome man wrongfully accused of murdering his
fiancé
. His ghost lingers in a prison cell, aching for his lost love. Before long, she finds herself p
laying the role of his lover, reliving a
seductive and
passionate affair more than a hundred years old.

When she wakes...
if
she wakes, Cassandra will
discover
the past has reached far into her future with surprising consequences.

Ghosts o
f Desire is an erotic
story o
f 6,000 words. Contains explicit sex, for mature audiences only.

Ghosts of Desire

“Come on, Cass.” Kelly
tugged on my arm, forcing me to one step closer to prison.

“I don’
t
think I can do this.” I leaned back, resisting her attempts to keep me moving
toward the dark building in front of us
.
A cool breeze blew and I shivered
. The weather had skipped Indian s
ummer and went straight to Old Man W
inter this year.

“But you promised.” She waved her hand. “Look, the camera crews are here.
You can
not bail on me now.
I need you.
”

I sig
he
d regretting the moment I’d agreed
to do this
for her.
Kelly was my best friend and mom to thre
e crazy kids who, while I loved them
dearly
, made me grateful I was still single and looking
.
A stay-at-home-mom, s
he never got any sleep or down time
,
and money was always tight. When her hobby had given her a chance to get o
ut of the house in a big way,
she had
be
gged me to help.

The only hitch? Her hobby was ghost
hunting. While I still slept with the lights on and changed the channel when horror movie previews came on, she sought out the dark, demanding to know its secrets. For some reason, ghosts flocked to her. After she’d posted
a video on the internet
showing
a spirit manifestation that had seemed to follow her directions and talk back to her, Hollywood had come knocking.

The show was called ‘Paranormal Mom’
and
they wanted to shoot a test episode tonight. In an abandoned pri
son.
Worse,
it was Halloween.
I’d somehow been suckered into being a memb
er of her ghost
hunting group
on the single most spooky day of the year
. Kelly didn’t want to disappoint the producers and had recruited everyone she could to ensure no spirit would go unrecorded.

“You said there would be lights.” I couldn’t keep the accusatory note out of my voice.

She frowned and looked at the prison, a warren of stone walls and ominous shadows.
Decommissioned in the 1920s, it was prime ghost real estate, housing some of the most notorious criminals of the time. Its history was rich with murder and revenge.
“They should be on.” She beckoned to the cluster of TV people. “Hey guys, where are the lights?”

The director, a short guy with an overgrown beard and no sense of manscaping whatsoever, shrugged. “We want it dark. There’s more tension that way.”

“How will you be able to film us?” I asked.

He pointed to the film equipment
sitting on the ground waiting to be used. “We have lights on the cameras. Besides, you ladies have flashlights, right?”

I clutched the little M
aglite in my coat pocket. It would keep me from tripping, but not much more. “Great,” I muttered to myself. “I’m going to be eaten alive by ghosts.”

“They aren’t
mosquitoes
. Get a grip, Cass
.” Kelly rolled her eyes. “I’ll set you up with the audio recording, okay? You can sit just inside the door and that’s it. You won’t even have to go into the prison.”

I nodded. “I can do that.”

***

I had thought I would be okay with my position at the entrance. All I had to do was keep an eye on the recording equipment. If 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 the center of the cell.
Dressed only in baggy trousers and a white undershirt, h
e was tall with brooding dark looks.
If not for the sheer terror I was experiencing, I would have thought him handsome.

“Hello, Cassandra.” He
smiled.

I relaxed a little
, disarmed by his smile which made him look kind.
“
Are you with
the film crew?”

He shook his head
and the smile faded, replaced by a grim expression
. “I’
m with
the dead.”

Befo
re I could scream, he rushed
for
me
,
feet
pushing
off the ground
as he launched himself in the air
. A
frigid
wind
slammed into my body. At the same time, a
roiling black cloud streamed into my mouth and down my throat
, so cold it burned
.
I choked and clawed at my neck
. M
y knees
quickly
went
weak from the assault and the inability to breath
and I sank to the floor
.

My stomach heaved, rejecting the
ice-
cold spirit that rammed its way i
nto my flesh. Strangled screams
filled
my throat, emerging as breathless shrieks. The floor rose up to meet me and I fell into darkness so complete, it swallowed me like a black hole.

***

I woke to another time, another place.
I was outside, on a dirt road surrounded by trees and fields. My comfortable pants and shirt had been exchanged for a fitted,
old-
fashioned dress in pale pink
. The corset pinched my ribs making breathing difficult and the heavy skirts hung almost to the ground. Narrow shoes compressed my feet and I wobbled as I turned in a circle.

“Where am I? What is this?”

The man who
had
jumped me
in the prison cell
stepped forward. He had changed his clothes too. Instead of a loose shirt and baggy pants, he wore a brown suit and a fancy bowtie around his neck. “In my memories.”