Here’s a look at my latest story, Taken by Daddy’s Ghost.
High-power executive Pamela returns to her childhood home after it burns down and encounters her deceased stepfather. They acknowledge their attraction for each other and soon she’s taken by daddy’s ghost…
I realized I wasn’t shrieking anymore when the figure cocked his head and grinned. Exactly like my father used to do.
“Dad? It’s impossible.”
“I know, took me a while to get used to this as well.”
“Are you… Are you… a ghost?”
I had trouble believing the words coming out of my mouth. I didn’t have faith in the supernatural, in the occult. This said, there was no denying what was in front of my eyes.
“I don’t know what I am, Pamela. After I died I remained here, roaming the house and unable to leave as if I was a prisoner. It’s like I had one last thing to do before moving on.”
“Moving on to where? Heaven?”
Was I even saying these things out loud? Was I actually having a conversation with a ghost?
He shrugged and from the way he did it there was no doubt that this was my dad. Perhaps I was dreaming but everything about it just seemed too real. He started moving around the train track and I matched his pace, going the other way. We stared at each other across the table.
“You know, I’m not sure how any of this works but just because I’ve been confined to this house doesn’t mean I’m not aware of what’s going on. It’s like I’m connected to everyone I’ve ever known, everyone I’ve ever loved.”
“And you know about my life, what I’m thinking?”
“It’s not an exact science, baby. But I do know there’s something missing from your life. There’s this big cloud of regret around you that you can’t shake off.”
I frowned and stopped moving. “You can’t possibly know that.”
“I know because I feel the same way. I have the same regret you do and the universe is giving us both a second chance.”
“You don’t mean about…”
He had continued walking and now he was next to me. It was so odd to see a phantom version of my father. He was like a white shadow with features and even though I could see through him he seemed to have some heft.
“I think we both know the one thing we regret in this world, Pamela. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Out of the blue my brain was overloaded with a million images of me fantasizing about him. I saw every single instance of my father turning me on, of late-night masturbation sessions, of earth-shattering orgasms. This couldn’t be a coincidence.
“You know?” I asked in disbelief.
“I’ve always known, just like you’ve always known about my feelings for you.”
“Why didn’t you say anything before?”
His confession dwarfed my skepticism of the paranormal. I was now a believer and a lot more interested in the subject at hand.
“I didn’t think it was right. I was wrong, baby. So very, very wrong.”
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