Lesbian Ghost Encounter – Teen CNC Fantasy Phonesex – Part 1

I… I don’t feel so good.

I’m not sure, but I think that something might be wrong with me. It all started yesterday. I was walking home from school when I decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery. I know, dumb idea that only a teen would think of–but the sun had only just set, and the streetlights had already come on. The path was bright enough for me to see the exit on the opposite side of the cemetery. No big deal, right?

At least, that’s what I thought.

So I walked past several graves and headmarkers when I first felt it. It was a chill, shooting down my spine like a frozen hand sliding across my back. Goosebumps erupted all over my arms, and every instinct inside of me was screaming, “Get out. Go back. Get out. Go back. GET OUT, GO BACK!”

But I’m a braver teen than I look. I marched on stubbornly, spurred on by a simple notion: everyone there was long gone, and they could not cause me any harm. If only, right?

I was halfway through the cemetery when I heard someone calling my name. “Evelyn… Evelyn…” The voice belonged to a female, though I had never heard it before. I paused and glanced around. Who was calling me?

“Is someone there?” I asked, my voice a little shaky.

There was no answer, so I walked on–for a few more feet, that is. Then I heard it again.

“Evelyn!”

I jumped–the voice sounded like it was coming from right next to me! I spun around, my eyes darting across my surroundings, checking for any sign of life. Your favorite teen was all alone.

I practically ran out of the cemetery and hurried back home. You would think that would have been the end of it, but…

Then last night happened.

I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, waiting for sleep to take me, when I suddenly felt a chilled hand caress my cheek. I rubbed my face–there was nothing there. Thinking nothing of it, I dropped my hand and began to relax again… When I felt that hand again.

Under my shirt.

I frowned, my eyes still closed. Was my step brother pulling a prank on me again? He was always sneaking into my bed and teasing me. “Go away, Darren. I’m trying to sleep.”

The hand beneath my shirt rubbed my slender abdomen, tickling my belly. I couldn’t help but smirk at his eagerness. I opened my eyes and whispered, “C’mon, I have work tomorrow–”

There was no one there. My confident mask cracked; I shot right up into a sitting position and scanned the room, searching for my teen brother, an intruder–hell, anyone. I even turned on my lamp to get a better look. As far as I knew, no one had entered the room.

Thanks for reading Part 1 of my Halloween-themed sexcapade! Tune in Thursday for Part 2–or, if you’re dying to know what happens next, buy the audio version now!

Liked this? Great–check out my other blog: Teen Babysitter Phonesex – Slutty Sitter For Hire – Part 1

Evelyn xoxo

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