Page 6 of Haunting Phantom
Damien grins.“Been doing it for a while, sweetheart. My sexual appetite didn’t die when I did; it got worse.”
“So, you can just possess someone whenever you want?”
He shrugs.“Only if I really want to, and only if they’re in the middle of having sex.”
“Who the fuck have you possessed?”
He laughs.“Not Phantom, if that’s what you’re asking?”
I’m not sure why the idea of Damien possessing Phantom gives me the heebie-jeebies, but it does. I don’t like the ideaof anyone being involved in his sex life, let alone the Ghostly Casanova.
“However…”Damien starts.“As much as you’ll hate to hear this, you and I, well, we have fucked before.”
“Eww, are you serious?”
There’s that fucking one-eyed wink again.“Not all members are as good in bed as they seem.”
Krueger holds up a hand, silencing us both.“I don’t have time for your bickering today. I’m asking you both to be on your best behavior. No possessing. No temper tantrums. Just fucking exist for the next few weeks, so we can all get through Halloween without crossing over.”
Damien gives him a curious look.“I thought crossing over is exactly what we’re supposed to be working towards? Fulfilling unfinished business and all that bullshit.”
Krueger stares at him, but remains silent.
“Oh, come on, Ghost Pappy. Don’t go silent on us now. What’s so wrong with crossing over?”
Krueger strokes his chin, then grabs for the glass in front of him. We can’t actually drink or eat anything, but sometimes, pretending helps us get through the monotony of being a ghost day in and day out.
“There’s nothing wrong with crossing over if you lived a good life.”He attempts to take a drink, the liquid passing through his body and puddling on the floor beneath his feet.“But none of us have pure souls here, Eve. Especially you. Any hope of going to the good place is out of the question for a girl like you.”
My eyebrow raises in question.“What do you mean by a girl like me?”
Damien chuckles.“He means a slut, Evie baby. Heaven has no place for whores like you.”
“Fuck off, Damien. I’m not a slut.”
He smirks.“Ah, Evie, but you were. And there’s not enough room in Heaven for legs that go as wide as yours.”
He perfectly deflects my punch, laughing hysterically when my fists of fury fly right through his chest.
“Ooooh, I fucking hate it when you do that,”I growl in frustration.His giggles get even louder when I slump against the back of the seat and his arm goes around me again. One of Damien’s special talents is making himself completely invisible to all, even fellow ghosts. Sometimes it really sucks to be the low woman on the ghostly totem pole.
Krueger pins us both in place with his steely gaze. “Just stay out of trouble. Both of you, but specifically you, Eve.”
“God, you talk about me like I’m some kind of monster, Ghost Pappy. I’m literally not that bad.”
His crooked finger points over my shoulder. “Tell that to her…”
Glancing over my shoulder, I can’t help but smile when I see the Little Annie from last night, cowering in the corner, shaking uncontrollably as she mumbles something about hating ghosts.
“She’ll get over it.”
“Heed my warning, Eve. Stay out of trouble. Your literal afterlife depends on it.”
Hasn’t he realized by now that Eve listens to no one? She marches to the beat of her own drum.
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Chapter Four
