Deep in the middle of the night, I feel myself jolt awake to the sound of wind and rain pounding against my window. With my eyes wide open, all I can see is a blanket of darkness covering my room, while the sound of creaking wood echoes through my room. A terrible storm appears to have knocked the power out as it continues to batter against the sides of the hotel. It's quickly becoming evident that choosing to stay here tonight was a mistake, clearly no work has been done on this place in years, ever since that girl was murdered, the place has been practically abandoned since then. As I cower under my covers, all I can really do right now is hope the place doesn't collapse in on me, but with how decrepit it is, I wouldn't be shocked if it happened...
As if it couldn't get any worse, a bone-chilling breeze floods the room, the wind must have blown the window open or something. With the horrible cacophony going on outside, it was already hard enough to fall back asleep, but now I'm also starting to see things move around in the darkness of my room. Quickly stepping out of bed to investigate, I can feel the chilling sensation intensify, as goosebumps cover my entire body. I must be losing my mind, there has to be something in this room with me, watching me.
As I turn around and grab my flashlight, the horrible feeling creeps up my back again, as if whatever was watching me was right behind me. With shaky hands I turn around and see her, a middle aged lady, standing right behind me. That's odd, I remember locking my door, how did she get in here? She's pale, notably so, with long black hair, and there's something eerie about her, even as I point my light straight into her eyes, she doesn't flinch at all. It's as if the light passes right through her body.
Trembling, I ask the curious woman, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?"
In an almost ethereal manner, she moans out a response, "What do you mean, love? You know who I am, let me remind you..."
Before I get the chance to even think about what I've just heard, she tries to grab my shoulder, but her hand passes through just like smoke, leaving a sticky spot of ectoplasm on my shirt. What's going on? My heart starts racing, I try to keep calm by taking deep breaths, backing up onto my bed, away from the lady. It suddenly clues in though, she isn't alive, is she?
"What's wrong?" The ghost asks, her ghastly voice echoing through the room, "Don't you want to show me how much you love me, it's our honeymoon after all..."
Her words start to slur together, making little sense, as she mutters incoherently, "Maybe this will convince you..."
With that, she unbuttons her dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing nothing more than sheer lingerie underneath. Her skin looks transparent, glowing faintly blue in places where veins run through it. The ghost shakes slightly while standing upright, before finally dropping down into a sitting position on top of my bed, looking at me expectantly. Quickly reacting, I try and shove her away, only for my arm to pass through body too, leaving a similar residue to before.
Still in a state of shock, I can feel my belt slowly removing itself, and my pants follow next, leaving me in my underwear. A smile forms over the ethereal woman's face, as she then removes her bra and panties, before gesturing me to follow along. For some reason, I don't hesitate at all, and fall back onto the bed, my cock throbbing as I slide my underwear off of my legs and toss them aside, leaving me naked. She hovers over to me, climbing over me and straddling my waist, her body floating above mine, and her translucent lips glistening in the moonlight coming through my window. With a moan, she begins to grind into me, as my erection moves straight through