Page 179 of Evil Hearts

I slip from the bed and into the bathroom for a warm shower. I need it after that encounter. I’m still not sure how to wrap my head around it. An entity just finger fucked me… and I enjoyed it.

I really didn’t want her to stop. What does that say about me? Am I just some ghost fucker now? Why would she even want to fuck me when she tried to kill me just the other day?

I step beneath the water and let the warmth thaw my body out. I can’t lie. Her frozen fingertips inside of me were pure heaven. The coldness soothing my fire. I lean against the shower wall and really think of what just happened. Why would an entity feel so much like home to me, and at the same time like fire and ice burn in my veins together like a long-lost lover?

And how are they so capable of touching me with such fierceness? I’ve never heard of someone being damn near fucked by one. Of course, who would admit that honestly?

“Oh, yeah, a ghost woke me up while they fingered me and it felt amazing. Yeah, that sounds like a vacation trip with grippy socks.”

How else would that look to someone? I wouldn’t have believed them if it hadn’t just happened to me. So now I need to find out why it happened. Clearly, this entity is strong. More than she should be. She has zero problems hiding her essence from me, yet she can’t hide her coldness. She can touch objects and my body without any restrictions, it seems.

Will we even be able to rid this house of her? She has to be attached to this house somehow. She couldn’t be this strong without an anchor keeping her here. What is the anchor? Where is it?

I wash off and get out of the shower. Grabbing another towel from beneath the counter, I use it to dry off. The rough fabric nowhere near as soft as I wish it was. My skin’s so sensitive from the denied orgasm.

Realizing that I won’t be heading back to bed anytime soon, I dress and exit the bedroom in search of coffee. It’s going to be a long ass day and I need more than just caffeine and prayers to the goddess to get through it.

Time to study and then maybe I can take a nap later to make up for the lack of sleep. If the entity can leave me alone for five damn minutes. Maybe I should take a nap with pants on this afternoon. The thought creeps me out, but at the same time, I still remember her fingers buried inside of me.

The feeling of her against my skin. The chill of her icy fingers. I shake my head to clear the thoughts away. Something is very wrong with me.

Chapter 5

The words bluron the page, my tired eyes burning. I rub them with the palm of my hands to try and clear them. Looking back at the book, everything is worse. Great. Maybe it’s time for that nap. I close the book with a yawn. Glancing at the clock on the stove tells me it is nearly noon.

Good. That gives me a few hours before I need to be ready to leave. Enough time for a good nap and maybe some wake up coffee. I climb the stairs in what feels like slow motion. The trek up them feels so much longer with how tired I am.

Entering the bedroom, I make a beeline straight for the comfy sheets that are tossed everywhere on the bed. I slip beneath them without undressing. It feels off, but I don’t need another incident like this morning. That isn’t what I need right before the test of my life. I have to pass it this time. I just have to.

My eyes shut easily, and my body relaxes instantly. The tiredness taking the last of my strength and leeching it away. Sleep comes to me with no problems. Dreams be damned today. Breathing evens out and my heart rate follows.

It’s like an instant endless abyss of nothingness left behind in the absence of my subconscious. I’m aware that I’m asleep, but something still feels off about it. Like I can’t rest fully because something is holding onto me. Or someone.

My eyes struggle to open as I hear the alarm leak into my mind. Bringing me out of the weird stupor I’ve apparently been in for hours. Forcing them open finally, I freeze. Above my body is a blue spectral form of a woman.

She has a young face. Sharp nose, chiseled jawline. Her eyes peer through me as if it is connecting with my very soul. It scares me. She’s outlined in a blue ethereal glow that encompasses all of her, including the robe she is wearing.

The fabric is so thin I can see her breasts through the fabric. Her nipples peeking out with ease. She doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. She just stares at me and waits. For what, I have no fucking clue.

This is the most fucked up thing… okay, the second most fucked up thing, that has ever happened to me. She must have been beautiful when she was alive. I can’t see her hair color, but if I had to guess, I would say a blonde. It just seems so light to be anything else with the blue glow to it.

The ghost lifts her hand and reaches toward my face. I remain absolutely still as her fingers brush across my cheek. The coldness makes me shiver, but I remain in place despite feeling the need to pull away.

Her palm presses into my cheek and I want to lean into her touch so badly, but then my mind takes over and I realize that isn’t a good thing. I don’t want to lead a ghost on and make her think we are something we aren’t. Especially when I’m trying to get rid of her.

So I slowly turn my head away from her. Pulling out of her hand. An instant twenty degrees drops in the room. I turn back to her just in time to see her eyes glow and her body shake. Her face is one of pure rage.

She screams, a bone shattering piercing sound in my face before disappearing.

“What the fuck?”

The uttered words are something of a mantra now. I’ve said them far too much over the last week for it to be normal. I reach over and shut my alarm off. I’ve got about twenty minutes before the test. I need coffee and maybe some psycho meds, because I’m losing my shit this week.

I have to be for this to make any sense.

I grip the card in my hand, waiting for the clock to change. I have less than a minute and the card will whisk me away to some proctor for the exam. Hopefully, it’s someone new this time. I cross my fingers as I feel the familiar tug behind my belly button.

My body wants to naturally fight it, but I give in. Letting the magic take me where it needs to. Landing on my feet with solid ground beneath them causes me to sway slightly. A small hand reaches out to steady me.

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