Ghost Phone Sex Fantasy- Chloe meets Christmas Past! – Part 1

My toes crept on the wooden floorboard. Listening to it creek as I walked along it. Opening the shudders to the window allowing the falling snowflakes to enter my bedroom. I wrapped myself in a blanket and watched as the dead of night loom over me. (ghost Phone sex)

“Christmas…” I mumbled. “ I hate Christmas.”  a stranger walking home noticed me peering out my window and shouted to me. “merry Christmas!” I scoffed at him and said “there’s nothing merry about fucking Christmas. “ he lowered his head quickly and kept walking. “pest.”

 

I slammed the shutters closed and walked over to my bed. “the cold, the cheer, the painful family ‘reunion’. ugh…all the decorations, and gift-giving. It all just makes me sick.”

 

I slid back in bed and pull the covers up. I leaned over and blew out the candle on the nightstand. As I snuggled up; darkness fell over the room.

An eerie sound of chains echoed through the house.

I popped up in bed quickly.

 

“who’s there?!” I called out. The stairs in the house started creaking and echoing and a ghostly wail came from outside my door. “ccchlllooeeee”.  his voice sounded old and lifeless. (ghost Phone sex)

 

The chains rattled louder as I heard my locked door try to be forced open.

“ get out of my house! “ I hollered. Still sitting in my bed, too stunned to think logically.  Suddenly the house fell quiet. Maybe whoever it was….is gone? I slowly got out of bed and tip-toed over to my bedroom door to ensure it was indeed locked.

 

I jiggled the handle as quietly as I could, and let out a relieved sigh. When I turned around there he stood, or rather floated. He was severely disfigured. White flakey skin barely hanging on his bones that were clearly visible. Chains wrapped all around him. His yellow beady eyes bore through me and I stayed in my place. Unable to comprehend what is floating before me. (ghost Phone sex)

 

“you Chloe Sinclair…are who I’m here for.” he half grinned.

“who….who are you?” I stuttered.

“I am the ghost of Christmas past and you have earned punishment,” he spoke eerily.

“punishment? For what? Whatever I did to upset you spirit I had no intent-”

“SILENCE!” he spat at me. His chains grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the floor.

“what are you doing? What’s going on?!” I screamed.

 

“you have tarnished the Christmas cheer. Ruining things for everyone else. Have you not learned your lesson?” his voice hollow and dripping with anticipation.

“what do you mean?”

 

His chains wrapped around my waist and tied my hands behind my back.

He lunged me towards the window and opened it with his powers. “look here…’ Pest’” he said using my previous words. Suddenly as if time moved on its own, the man walking past my window was walking past again. “merry Christmas” he shouted the same as before. I went to scream for help but a chain clasped over my mouth shutting me up. Instead, I see myself at the window. Looking down at the man, repeated my lines, and walked back inside. (ghost Phone sex)

“that man heard you call him a pest….you do not understand the day he’s had. Now because of you, his day worsens. For this bitterness you share with others during this holiday, must be punished.” and his voice changed. Into a way, I’ve not heard in a long time. Almost sinister-like.

 

“what….what are you going to do to me?” my voice quivered. His reply stopped my heart in an instant.

 

“whatever I want too”

 

If you enjoyed this check out the haunting Christmas audio! Like this but want something similar check out the Christmas blog written by London!

 
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