TFebruary: Possession

Model Nata Lee

Alone for decades in the cold dark of the house he'd once lived in, the shade of Jed Williams had drifted into an undreaming slumber. He might have finally passed over completely if Tiffany Rose hadn't blundered into his former home. 

Tiffany, or SpookyTiff847 as she was known to her followers, wasn't sure if she really believed in ghosts. What she did know was her paranormal investigation channel was pulling in enough views to pay her student loans. 

"Hey there spooksters!" She addressed the tripod-mounted camera, "Welcome to another *thrilling chilling* Spooooky investigation here at the old Williams house. But before we get into that, be sure to smash that button, like, and subscribe! And don't forget, check out my store for all that awesome SpookyTiff merch!"

For the reawakened ghost of Jed Williams, lurking unseen in the shadows, Tiffany's sales pitch seemed like so much meaningless babble, but it wasn't her words that drew him to her.

To Jed's otherworldly senses, the girl's energy shone like a silver  beacon in the dark. Long-dormant needs stirring within him, the light pulling him closer, closer. 

Hungry for the warmth of Tiffany's living body, the ghost reached out with the memory of bony fingers to brush her bare shoulder, then sank into her unresisting flesh.

"Huh, what was that?" the blonde girl gasped, feeling an unearthly chill spreading down her arm, "My arm, I feel so cold!"

With mounting horror, she watched her hand twist and flex, defying her will when she tried to reassert control.

"No, stop it, please," she squealed as the icy chill spread to her other arm.

"I swear this isn't me, I'm not doing this." she insisted to the watching camera as her rebellious hands pawed clumsily at her chest.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She'd planned on her usual "investigation", mainly poking around this old house in the minimum amount of clothing the algorithm allowed. Maybe getting a little spooked, and treating her fans to one of her famous screams. But this, whatever it was, it was *real*.

Choosing not to play the part of clueless bimbo victim, Tiffany did the smart thing and made a dash for the door but sensing her intentions Jed's phantom seized control of her legs forcing her to a stumbling halt.

Rooted to the spot she could only whimper and beg for release as the ghost sank deeper into her body. 

Slowly, inexorably, he filled her body. Feeling sensations he'd not felt for years, the weight of gravity, the press of the floor against his feet. The hot blood thundering through Tiffany's veins driven by the hammering heart that beat beneath her full firm breasts. 

It felt so good to be alive, to have a body that could touch and be touched. 

Ignoring the girl's sobbing protest he peeled away her few clothes, thrilling at the caress of the night air against her sensitive skin.

Powerless to resist the spectral intruder, Tiffany gasped a final despairing  cry as he completed his possession of her body.

Blinking out through Tiffany's wide blue eyes, the ghost pulled her lips into an ugly leer. 

He barely remembered what it had felt like to be a man, but surely it couldn't have compared to this. 

No longer fumbling or clumsy, he began exploring what was fast becoming *his* body. He ran his hands down over tender breasts, a taut stomach, and broad hips to reach that warm, enticing space between his legs.

"Ooh yes!" Tiffany's voice rasped, an oddly accented hiss nothing like the original's breezy tone, "So delightful, I might never leave you, my dear."

At the back of his mind, the girl's trapped spirit beat uselessly at her confinement, like a butterfly under a glass. 

She could only watch, screaming silently, as the ghost of Jed Williams violated her body and stole her life.