Introduction John Anderson buys a home for his family when he lands a job in a new city after being laid off for six months. The realtor told about the history of the house which is why he got such a good deal on it. Several years ago, a man killed his wife and daughter in the home then went to the attic and hung himself. The daughter was stabbed just feet from the front door looking like she was about to escape. John didn’t believe in bad luck, ghosts or anything spiritual, so he didn’t care about the home’s history. He also didn’t tell the family anything about it.
Chapter One
John, Malory, and Hannah moved into the house after Hannah finished the sixth grade at her last school. She knew she was moving away from all of her friends and her boyfriend after the school year finished, so she made sure to get everyone’s email address, phone numbers and hoped in the age of modern technology and social media she would still be close with her friends. Hannah was a very cute girl. At 12-years-old she was just beginning the transformation from a pretty girl to a sexy teenager. She would turn 13 in the summer, and she dreaded her birthday without all of her friends back home. She had long red hair and a skinny waist and a nice round butt. She liked her butt, it was just the perfect size for her body, and she frequently wore tight shorts or skin tight jeans that showed it off. Her breasts were just starting to grow, thank God, and she had titty mounds that were growing at a nice pace and would soon be perky boobs. But at the time, they were lemon sized and her nipples poked out of every shirt she wore which is why her Dad made a rule that she had to wear a bra even at home.
Her Dad met and married his new wife, an attractive Puerto Rican who was barely 29 when they met. She was well built sporting a very attractive body including perky C cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a voluptuous ass. The fact is the first time he noticed his current wife, they were in a nightclub, and he noticed her sexy ass in tight jeans, her short top revealed a sexy stomach and abs and then he saw her beautiful face and long black hair.
John told Hannah that she could stay at home on her own, no need for a babysitter since she was soon going to turn 13. That made her happy since it was the first time he trusted her to stay home alone during summer break. She spent her days, listening to music, engaging her friends on Social media apps and watching TV. She started sending her boyfriend naughty pictures she took on her cell phone and sexting to him often.
It all started with Hannah about two weeks after moving in. The first time it happened, she thought nothing about it. She woke up, and the covers on her bed were all bunched up at the foot of the bed. She woke up and wore a tiny pair of tight, black shorts and a tee shirt. Bedtime was the only time her father wouldn’t make her wear a bra. Her nipples were hard from being a little cold, and she noticed the covers were all bunched up. She blew it off figuring she must have got hot as she slept. She scooted off the mattress and stood up and walked to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. She looked at her reflection and stretched raising her hands up, and her perky, new breasts looked like they grew bigger to herself overnight. She closed her eyes and when she did that her reflection showed a grown man standing behind her watching her as she woke up. She reopened her eyes and saw the man standing behind her briefly.
“Oh my God!” she yelled and turned around looking behind her and nothing was there. She looked back at the mirror, and he was no longer there either. Her heart beat faster, and she felt spooked. She looked at the clock, it was half past seven, and she walked through the house and down the stairs in her skimpy outfit knowing that her parents were gone. She liked being home alone; she pretended this was her house, and she was in charge of decorating. Of course, Malory never took any of her design ideas seriously and since she was actually in charge of decorating the house did her own thing.
She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out milk for cereal and when she closed the door, the man she saw in her room stood next to the refrigerator, but that time she never noticed. He watched her, and he stayed close to her. She was eating her breakfast, and he moved behind her looking closely at her getting creepily close, and he sniffed her getting her scent.
“Mmmmm…” he groaned, and while she didn’t hear him, she felt funny. He moved through the room and went back upstairs and hid in her closet waiting for her to return.
After she finished her breakfast, she slowly walked up the stairs and towards her bedroom. Entering her bedroom the ghostly presence stayed put in her closet. She stood in front of the long mirror again this time she removed her tee shirt lifting it over her head. She looked at her new toys and reached up and rubbing them in the palms of her hands. That made her nipples harden every time she did it, and she liked the way it made her feel. Suddenly the door to her closet creaked open. She looked but saw nothing so ignored it as the wind or something. The creepy man stood there in the middle of the doorway watching the preteen feeling herself up.
She reached down and hooked her little shorts with her thumbs and pulled them down. She had no underwear on under the skin tight shorts. She usually didn’t wear undies at night since she turned 11. She begged her stepmom to buy her the shorts with the promise she would only wear them in bed. Now that she was naked she looked at herself again. What she couldn’t see was the man from her closet was slowly stepping closer to her and eventually was standing behind her as she ran her hands all over her naked body until one of them landed on her tiny, bald pussy. She liked touching herself. The first time she touched herself she was around eight. It started innocently enough. She was taking a bath. Her mother told her she needed to keep herself cleaner. She was getting older, and she needed to pay more attention especially down there. So she started rubbing herself with a washcloth, and after a few minutes, it started feeling good. Eventually that night she came but got confused as to what happened until she was at a sleepover with one of her best friends at the time and she had an older sister. She and her friend Jada, asked for her confidence, and she agreed, and they asked the hypothetical question about what happened when you touched yourself “down there.” Her sister told them all about masturbation and orgasms and told them both that while they were young to be touching their selves, it was natural curiosity and it was fine. She just warned them about pushing things into their pussies and be careful.
She stood there and started rubbing herself, and after a few minutes she was breathing faster and wanted more. So she went naked through the house and went into her parent’s bedroom and to their shower. She had a shower next to her room, but they had one of those fancy showers with glass doors and fancy shower heads that she loved. She turned on the shower, and while waiting to let the water warm up, she looked at her face close in the big mirror and noticed a new blemish.
She turned toward the shower with haste, she hated pimples and was not looking forward to that part of being a teenager. She got in the shower and immediately washed her face and got her hair wet. Once done, she looked on the wall at the shower massager that hung there. She turned the knob on the shower wall that turned off the shower head above her and activated the massager. When she showed her boyfriend the shower in her Dad’s bathroom during a video call when they first moved in, he told her that she should try it out. He told her to put it on her pussy and think of him. She did and came almost instantly.
Since she started using the massager, she felt like her life changed. It made her feel great. She thought she would never leave the house this summer. She would be content spending all of her time in the shower aiming the massage tool at her pussy and cumming for hours at a time. She aimed the device spraying warm water at varied rates into her tiny cunt.
“Uhhh,” she moaned as it started massaging her cunny and the man who watched her was now in the bathroom pressing his face against the glass door of the shower watching her masturbate.
“Oh good…” he groaned, and she was so busy with herself never noticed anything.
“Oh God, uh, uh, oh yeah!” she moaned as she added her free hand to her pussy and rubbed herself at the top finding her hard clit and began rubbing it as her excited pussy made her feel amazing. She continued rubbing herself, and the man watched and became aroused.
He wanted the girl. She reminded him of his daughter. She was a little older the night he killed her in the house. He had been molesting her for years, and that night, her mother found her in her room crying. She pushed her to tell her what was wrong; the girl warned her mother that she didn’t want to know. She pushed her still, and she eventually told her mother that her Daddy had been fucking her and making her suck him off whenever her mother wasn’t around.
Her mother became furious and told her to pack some clothes, and they were leaving. Once they both had some clothes, they walked downstairs and there he was. He noticed their bags and asked what was going on. She told him they were leaving and she knew everything. He asked what she meant, and she asked him how he could molest his daughter. He got closer and slapped his wife in the face and told her to shut the fuck up! She ran up to their bedroom, and he looked at his daughter and told her that what was about to happen was all her fault. He reminded her that he warned her this would happen if he ever told.
He went up and smashed in the bedroom door and reached for a utility knife he kept on the dresser, she begged him to stop, but he ignored her pleas and stabbed her in the chest watching her die. He walked down, and his daughter saw him with the bloody knife and tried to escape. But the door was locked slowing her escape, and he came behind her and put the knife to her throat and pulled her head up putting his mouth next to her ear, and he whispered in her ear saying one word to her, “Goodbye!” Once she was dead, he went upstairs, and into the attic and hung himself.
He watched the little redhead as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. The more she used the massager, the longer it took for her to get off. She rubbed and rubbed and splashed water everywhere as she shot warm water into her pussy and she came. “Oh, ah, ah, ah, yes!” she cried out cumming again in the shower. Once she was satisfied, she put it back on the wall and turned the knob on the wall again to the top shower head, and she finished her shower. The creeper was gone again. He had other business to attend to while she finished her shower.
Chapter Two
The next night the creeper went to Hannah’s room again. He stood at the foot of her bed watching her sleep. He reached for the blanket that covered her, and slowly he pulled it down exposing the young pre-teen’s developing body. She moved feeling the cold rush of air, but she did not wake up. The creeper had a name. It used to be David. As we remember, he lived in this home once upon a time with his wife and daughter. Seeing Hanna sleeping peacefully in her bed, his cock stiffened as he recalled how he molested his little girl. Jer name was Susan, but they called her Suzy. He started watching her around the house when she was about 10-years-old. She loved walking around the house in sexy little, tight outfits. He assumed she knew what she was doing to him.
He started going into her bedroom watching her sleep just like he was doing to Hannah at that moment. She was a hard sleeper, and he would get hard just like he was in front of the little redhead. He would jack off as he watched her and it almost always ended with him cumming in a wad of Kleenex he would bring with him and toss in the trash can in her room. He remembered the night he crossed over the line from between a creepy dad to being a molester. It was then that he started jerking his cock in front of Hannah.
He was jerking off in his daughter’s room, and he was very close to her. She was laying on her side next to the edge of the mattress, and he was jerking off so fast, he desperately wanted to cum, but on that night he was planning to cum on his little girl’s face instead of on a wad of tissues. He was grunting and groaning as he pumped his cock quickly in his fist and all of the sudden she opened her eyes and saw her father masturbating in front of her.
“Daddy! What the…” that was all she could get out. He thought about what he would do if she ever woke up with him jacking off in her room many times before hoping that she would someday soon. He knew in his soul; he would grab her and shove his hard cock straight into her mouth and fuck her pretty little mouth. He figured that he was in deep shit if she caught him and he should just go ahead and get a blowjob from his daughter if he was going to get busted, why not go all the way. So at the moment when Suzy looked up, he started face fucking the 10-year-old girl. She was making more noise than he would have liked, she grunted every time he pushed his cock into her mouth.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” were the sounds she made. David looked into her eyes as he did it. Eventually, she was crying as he stuffed his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth and eventually she was no longer fighting him, but she opened her mouth as wide as she could. In her mind, she wanted it to be over. He looked down at her as he began cumming in her little mouth and he filled her mouth with his incestuous seed. She took it all and swallowed as much of it as she could. She wasn’t sure what else she could do.
David looked down at Hannah, and with the recent memory of his first time with his daughter in his mind he came as he watched the little girl supposedly safe in her bed. He blasted in a wad of tissues, and when he finished, he did something else. He reached down and collected a glob of cum from his cock. Once it was on his finger, he put it over her mouth and let it drop on her lips. She had a confused look on her face as she was still asleep and she licked the white drop of cum off, and into her mouth, giving the pre-teen her first taste of cum.
“Mmmmm…” the creeper moaned, and that woke up the girl, and he vanished.
Hannah looked around the room and noticed the covers were again all pulled down to the foot of the bed. She pulled them up and covered herself once again and went back to sleep.
The next day Hannah woke up and again her parents were already gone. She went through her morning ritual; she ate she took a shower and masturbated and again David watched her the entire time. This time he didn’t leave her alone after she finished. He followed her into her room, and he continued watching her. She laid on her bed completely naked. She was still horny. She leaned over to her side table where her brush sat, and she had a naughty thought. She lay on her back, and she took the brush and started rubbing it like it was her boyfriend’s cock. She was no virgin; she let him fuck her before she left home hoping that would make him love her so much he would never break up with her. She’d been using her hairbrush to fuck herself, and she enjoyed it so much.
David watched her, and his cock was still stiff from watching the pretty 12-year-old slut masturbate in the shower. He didn’t allow her to see him yet, he took out his cock and started jerking himself off in her bedroom. The same bedroom he raped his daughter in over and over again from the nubile age of ten. He watched her as she slipped the tip of the end of the brush inside herself.
“Ohhh…” she moaned feeling the brush penetrate her pussy. “Oh, I wish you were here Bradley! I wish you would come over and fuck me again!” She started fucking the fake cock in and out of her tiny, still bald pussy with one hand. Her other hand was busily rubbing and pinching her swollen little nipples. She squeezed them between her finger and then she went to her cunny and got her fingers wet with her juices and rubbed them more. “Oh God, I miss you, Brad!”
She was slowly fucking herself now pumping the imaginary cock of her boyfriend in and out of her pussy. “Uh, uh, uh, oh, God, oh, yes!” she grunted and groaned as she fucked herself harder and faster. Plunging the brush handle again and again deep within her tight pussy, then suddenly, she came. She squealed a little and pushed the hard handle as deep into her pussy as she could and left it there, her legs wide open, her legs bent at the knees and her feet hanging up in the air, and she closed her eyes imagining Brad was lying on top of her still deep inside her. She gasped for air as she enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm and she turned her face to the side and closed her eyes.
David was ready to take action, he was ready to fuck this cute little redhead and he knew now was his chance. He stayed invisible to the girl but manifested his physical form, and he mounted the girl and went between her wide open legs and ripped out the brush from her pussy and put his hand over her mouth keeping her face turned to her right side. Hannah realized she was not alone and opened her eyes, but she couldn’t turn her face towards her attacker, and she felt his hand covering her mouth, and then he entered her. She could feel his body weight on top of her, and he slammed his hard cock deep inside her and buried himself into her and began fucking the poor child.
“Uhhh! Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” she grunted as her attacker wasted no time and began pounding her fucking her as hard as he could. He loved how tight she was, he was not the largest man in the cock department but his six-inch cock was sure fucking her good right now and his daughter Suzy sure seemed to like his fucking after a while. He hoped Hannah would feel the same way soon. He never looked at her face, but instead, he pressed his weight on top of her keeping her subdued for his attack. He was so turned on by what he watched her doing; he knew he would not last long. He rutted his cock in and out of her tiny, pink cunt and then he filled her pussy with his ghostly seed.
Hannah felt the man on top of her cum within her tight pussy, and then he stayed on top of her and remained still. She tried to catch her breath and determine what it was that was happening to her, but she was dazed and confused. As suddenly as it started, it ended, and the man got off the top of her and let her go leaving her spread open and filled with his cum. She tried to understand what she just experienced, but it made no sense. She looked around the room once she was able to get up and no one was there.
“Hello?” she called out, but her attacker didn’t respond. “Daddy? Was that you?” she called out, and while she wouldn’t have wanted her attacker to be her father, it would have made more sense to her than what was in her mind at that time. She stood up and walked to her door and slammed it shut and locked the door. She felt her pussy leaking and proof of what happened leaked out of her and drooled on her leg. Reaching down, she wiped a glob of semen off her inner thigh and brought it to her face and looked at it. It was white and slippery, and it looked the same as cum Brad shot inside her the first time they had sex. She touched it with her tongue and tasted the salty, tangy flavor remembering the same reaction when she tasted Brad’s cum. “Holy crap!” she said, and she jumped on the bed and started crying.
Later that day Hannah got dressed in a cute pair of tight, blue jean shorts and a sexy little sports shirt that showed off her tight body and went out to the garage. Her father told her last week that when they bought the place the family who lived her before they did just leave home and all of their belongings. John thought it was strange, but the realtor gave it a good spin telling him they were way behind on the mortgage and the husband lost his job about a year before, and maybe they were just making a fresh start. It was good enough for him to buy it and close the deal. He told Hannah that if she went through all of the stuff, she could put whatever needed to be tossed away on the curb for the trash pickup and anything of value that she found she could keep or sell. Hannah went outside and used the clicker to open the garage door and take her first look. The garage was full to the brim with boxes. The realtor had gone into the house after the bank assigned him to see the property and packed up the entire house and put it all in the garage to prep for sale. He never understood why even if they were getting a fresh start like he told people why they didn’t even take their clothes. But he moved on and did it anyway.
Hannah looked, and she hoped maybe she could figure out what was going on in the house by looking through the stuff. She heard a ruckus out in front of the house, and she came out, and a boy who appeared to be about eight rode his bike up the driveway and skidded to a stop right in front of Hannah. He had dark hair and glasses and looked kind of nerdy mostly because of the glasses she thought.
“Hi!” he said, and she looked at him.
“Hi!” she replied. His friends were riding around on the street in circles yelling things at each other and jumping up and down the curbs and riding around on the quiet street.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Hannah, what’s yours?”
“I’m Dirk. How is it in there?” he asked pointing at the house.
“What? In the house? It’s just like any house I guess why do you ask?”
“Is it creepy?”
‘No, not at all, why are you asking?”
Dirk looked over his shoulder as one of the boys told him to tell her. He looked back and said, “You know how every neighborhood has a house that everyone thinks is creepy?” Hanna nodded. “You live in one. How is it in there? Are there ghosts?”
Hannah didn’t understand. “No, what do you know about this house?” she asked.
“Some guy a long time ago killed his family in there and hung himself in the attic,” he said, and that startled Hannah.
“Shut up! When?” she asked.
“I don’t know when, but that’s the story and the family who lived her before you just disappeared. They came in one day, had a locks guy open the door after the bank took the property back and they were just gone. It was like they all disappeared. They even left their car!”
“OMG are you kidding me?”
“No, at least that’s what we heard, look it up on the Internet!” he said, and he got back on his bicycle, and she heard him say, “She didn’t even know? How could you live in a haunted house and not even know why?” and the boys laughed, and they rode away. She went back inside, and she found a box on top and pulled it down because it was open. It had a bunch of pictures in it, and she went through them and found some of a man woman and girl who looked a little older than she was in front of the house. She took the photo and shoved it in her back pocket and put the box back on top of the others and went out of the garage and closed the door.
She went inside and got on the computer that was in the office, and she started searching for the name of the city they were in and murder. With little trouble, she found a few news stories and video footage of the police searching the house after the murder took place and they were hauling bodies out of the house she counted three bodies. The reported said that the man killed his wife and daughter and it then hung himself in the attic just like Dirk said. She printed off a few news pages and was going to ask her father about it when he got home; she felt like he needed to know.
She was very afraid, and she looked at the picture from the website that was of David Hornsby. The father who killed them all. He was average looking, with dark hair and an appealing smile. She didn’t understand why he would have killed his family. He looked normal. Later, John and Malory arrived at home and Hannah, who had changed into a pair of jeans and a baggier tee shirt before they got home as not to upset her father, ran out to greet them holding out the papers and she told them all about what happened that day. She told them about what Dirk told her, and she handed him the papers she printed from the Internet, and she was very excited and scared. John looked annoyed, and he took the papers from Malory’s hands, and Malory looked very annoyed when he did that.
“I was reading that!” she complained, but he didn’t care.
“This can’t be true honey, it must be some hoax because the realtor would have had to disclose all of the details and would have had to tell us all about it if someone had died in the house,” said Malory.
John got even more annoyed and stormed into the house leaving the door open for them to follow which they did. He put his keys on the counter in the kitchen and then grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it taking a sip and putting on the counter. Malory picked it up and took a nice long drink as well.
“Okay, so maybe the realtor did say something about something that happened in the house about ten years ago. But what difference does it make? I mean so what? Someone killed his family. A house doesn’t remember shit! I mean what about houses that are a hundred years old? I bet bad things happened there over time too! What should you do? Something bad happens, and we level the building and rebuild it?”
“Oh God Daddy! I can’t believe you didn’t tell us! I can’t love here!” she said and stomped her foot.
“Bullshit! You have no choice! I bought this place, and we are living here!”
“You suck!” Hannah said and stormed off to her room upstairs.
“Hey, you can’t talk to me like that get back here!” John looked at his wife who stood there with her arms crossed and a very angry look on her face. “What’s your problem? She can’t tell me I suck!”
“Maybe she wanted to tell her father that he was an asshole instead and chose her words more wisely,” she replied.
“Come on, what’s the big deal? It’s just wood and plaster. What are you afraid of ghosts?” he asked.
“No, I’m pissed off because you tried to hide it. How long did you think it would last?”
“Neither one of you wanted to move out here, but we had to. I didn’t want you guys to know because I figured you would make a big deal of it and ruin everything,” he said, and he moved closer to her and tried to kiss her.
Malory pulled away and said, “You are not trying to fucking kiss me right now, are you? No fucking way I am furious with you!” she said putting her hands up and pushing him away. He chuckled and tried again, and this time he got closer and kissed her on the cheek. She looked at him with disgust, and he gave her his best puppy dog look.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted us to start a new chapter of our life together and to be honest we were barely able to afford this place. Otherwise, we would have been renting, and I hate renting, and so do you.”
He kept her close and kissed her again this time on her lips, and she kissed him back. He closed his eyes and slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she accepted it and moved her hands up into his hair and rubbed his head kissing him deeply. John started getting an erection, and he pulled Malory’s hand down, and she felt his cock stiffening in his pants.
“Uhhhh, you’re such an asshole!” she said, and she pulled him into the laundry room that was next to the kitchen, and once they were inside, she closed the door and dropped to her knees in front of her sexy husband and began unbuckling his pants. “This does not mean you are out of trouble John. You need to take us all out to dinner tonight! I am not cooking dinner and sucking your cock!”
“Deal!” he said, and she opened his pants and pulled his now hard cock out and jumped on top of his cock, looking up at him, she went all the way down on his eight-inch cock with absolutely no problem. One of her greatest talents was the ability to deep throat her man. She learned how to do it in Middle School. She knew boys wanted to have sex, but once she learned how to do this, she always did that, and the boys could not stop her, and she would suck them off and swallow their jizz. It kept her from getting pregnant and soon she loved it almost as much as fucking…almost. She looked up at him as she forced his cock into her throat. She did love the feeling of a big cock fucking her throat, and she has not had any issues taking his cock since the first time she did it to him.
She held his balls in her left hand and put her other hand behind him and sucked his cock expertly. John reached down and unbuttoned her white, silk blouse, and she helped him never letting his cock come out of her mouth. In fact, she never skipped a beat continuing to suck his cock as she helped him unbutton her blouse and she took it off showing her in her sexy white bra. She reached behind and released it and slipped if off. He loved her big tits, and he played with them as she sucked him. Soon she released his cock and did something he loved. She put his cock between her tits and squeezed them around his cock letting him tit fuck her. She looked up at him, and he looked like he was about to lose it. She kept pumping him up and down along her beautiful cleavage.
“Ohhh, fuck yeah!” he groaned and started cumming on her big tits. She kept pumping her boobs up and down, and he squirted his huge load all over her chest covering her in cum. She smiled up at him as he squirted his juice all over her making sure not to get any in her hair. Once he finished, the released his cock from her boobs and put her mouth back on it cleaning him up and tasting his delicious cum.
“Oh you made a mess!” she said, and he handed her a towel, and she wiped the remaining cum off her tits and put the towel in the washer after standing up and giving him a kiss. “You should have told us, John.”
“Let’s change so we can go eat!” he said and opened the door leaving his wife behind still irritated and topless. She grabbed her top leaving the bra off, and she buttoned a couple of buttons and followed him upstairs to change.
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