Unbreakable Curse – Part 3

“What the f-”

Ed jumped up from the toilet seat, opened the door and turned around to look. Above the toilet, there was the same faint, white shadow that had been present moments before in his room.

“Why are you here?” He shouted, quickly pulling on his pyjama pants, to cover his already softening erection.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you, Edward,” the voice said.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… It seems that even if you’re a ghost used to scaring people, those are your most used words,” he said, his face red with anger, “Just give me some fucking privacy, would you?”

He turned around and went straight to the kitchen, without looking back. He definitely needed a tea, now, or he’d go mad.

The ghost followed him there, too.

“Alone… So you can do that thing?” the girl asked.

“So I can do whatever the hell I want to do!” Edward yelled in the direction of the voice.

He couldn’t see any white shadow there, now, and didn’t know if it was because of the stronger light in the kitchen, or the ghost had just decided not to be visible to him. He didn’t even know if she could control that, anyway.

“I’m sor-” she interrupted her sentence, knowing that was the thing Edward didn’t want to hear from her, then continued, “I’ve been alone for so long. I’m curious. I saw a lot of people making love in this room, and yet you are the first I see doing that. Every night, alone, you-”

“Every… Night?” Ed was astonished, “You have been spying on me every night?”

“I live here, I’ve always been living here, I never left this place before…”

He let himself fall on the chair, then sipped some tea he’d just brewed himself. It was still so hot that it burnt the tip of his tongue, but the warmth spreading through his body calmed him down. That ghost had been looking at him for the past months, and now he was worrying about masturbating in front of her. It was ridiculous.

“Well, I’ll find some time alone somewhere while I’m out of here, or I’ll just move out and look for another apartment,” he said, annoyed.

He was deadly serious in that moment. Nobody had the right to interfere with his private matters; he hated when it happened.

“Mmm… About that…” Maggie seemed pensive, for some time, “Something changed in me since yesterday, since you were able to hear and see me. I became attached to you. I can’t explain it, it never happened to me before. Now… It seems I can’t leave your side, I can’t get far from you anymore… if I do, I feel as if I’m fading away.”

Of all her long sentence, Ed had been struck by one thing only.

“Since yesterday? What… Margaret, have you been following me since yesterday?” he asked, hoping to hear a different answer, than the one she gave him.

“Yes, I’ve been.”

“At my parent’s? At work?” he continued, inciting her to answer.

“Yes.”

Silence fell between them. That was the end of his life. He would never be able to be alone again. Never.

He felt tired, resigned. He hadn’t noticed the ghost at all but the girl had been near him all the time, in the daylight, where it was almost impossible for him to see her.

“Does it mean you’ll always be with me, from now on?” He needed a straight answer, but Maggie, instead, changed the topic.

“Would you continue what you were doing before, for me?”

The little petite I-m-sorry-ghost, he thought, was very bold when she wanted to be.

“You are crazy. I can’t do that in front of you, I told you.”

“But you already did.”

“I didn’t know you were there.”

“Does it make a difference?”

“All the difference in the world.”

“What if I’ll just be invisible to you?”

“I’d know you are still there, I could never do it.”

“So, I’ll try to stay in this room, and leave you a little… Time for yourself. Would that be alright?”

Edward looked at her. She seemed sincere, and he had to solve the situation in a way or another. He needed his privacy, his intimacy.

What if he finally found a girlfriend? He needed to be sure Maggie would not disturb them. Moreover, he had been too excited throughout the day and stopping his orgasm two times had left him in a sorry state. His testicles ached, he needed to take care of them.

“Stay here, I’m going to my room.”

He stood up and looked back. Maggie was still floating near the kitchen, looking in his direction. He closed the door behind him, realizing a closed door would never stop a ghost if it wanted to follow him.

He removed his pants and lay there on the bed, naked. He looked around, turned off the light, looked around again. There was no trace of her, so he turned on the lampshade close to him and relaxed.

He needed to do it quickly, if so… There would be fewer chances for him to get caught. He needed some nice thought, he needed his imagination to run wild. But it wasn’t that simple, this time: he couldn’t free his mind of the thought of the pretty girl – even if a ghost – in the other room.

After a while, though, Rose took possession of his imagination. His mind and body reacted, his cock hardened, his hand began caressing it.

Rose was back the way he’d imagined her so far: sexy, naughty, dirty. She was begging him to please her with his nice, hard obelisk, begging him to lick her pussy and to please her. She was telling him she’d do whatever he wanted if he made her his. Then she was kneeling in front of the bed with her mouth open, her tongue out, asking him to cum in her mouth, to give her his cum to eat.

Only after he had finished, he realized he had sat on the border of the bed and cummed on the floor as if Rose was really there.

But instead of Rose, just across the bed, there was only a faint, white shadow he hadn’t notice before.

***

“Actually, I can easily look through walls. Or better, I can’t easily not look through walls. Everything for me is so…ethereal.”

“You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie. I wanted to, really. But… I could hear you, and I had to look in your direction. And then, without realizing it, I was here, looking at you. Everything was so… So… Perfect! I guess I got used to seeing you doing it.”

He threw himself back on the bed and closed his eyes. He had just cummed, he was feeling relaxed, calm. Rationally, he didn’t want to ruin that moment; instinctively, the rage that had built up inside him wasn’t something easy to get rid of.

“You speak as if I’m some kind of guinea pig,” he said, piqued, after a while.

“No, you’re just an… Interesting man.”

His rage faded away as he realized something funny.

“I think you’re the first woman to call me man, apart from my mom,” he laughed.

Edward turned off the light and closed his eyes, he needed to think. Maybe, getting that intimate with the ghost was the right thing to do. She was only a ghost, and the most she could do was “be there”, floating in the air. He was the only one seeing her, he could have used it to his own advantage… After all, he had dreamt more than once about masturbating for Rose, didn’t he?

It was a silly idea, but the only one he could think of, at that time. If he couldn’t get rid of the ghost, he had to get accustomed to it so much, she wouldn’t be a problem for him anymore. His mental sanity was at stake.

“Now, Margaret, please disappear. I want to sleep, alone.”

The ghost said nothing, but the white shadow dissolved, and he felt alone again.

As his consciousness faded away and he fell asleep, though, in the back of his mind he knew he wasn’t.