Reaper: Death Is Only the beginning

CHAPTER 1 My body began to crave his contact, and I felt helpless to stop it. Moving closer to him, his eyes glistened with compassion and care. Pressing my lips to his, Rick’s arms enveloped me. Pulling back for a moment, he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes. Laying me down, his lips reconnected with mine deeper, sparks ignited between my legs. His lips began to travel down to my neck, causing a groan to escape me. Hands roamed underneath my shirt, cupping my breast, squeezing them firmly, making me cry out in need. Pulling my shirt off of me his mouth descended onto my n****e as his hand held the other lowering further his mouth finally reached my lady parts positioning himself he utilized his tounge around my sensitive region I arched my back in ecstasy as he devoured me. After enjoying my first utopia, he removed his head from between my legs and positioned his shaft to enter me, thrusting himself into me he pounded away his need until he reached his utopia with me as I screamed out my pleasure Walking down the dark hallway of the abandoned manor, lying vacant for over a century. The home is said to be cursed by witches, as everyone who has ever owned this home has disappeared. I was informed of this infamous home at the other edge of my city. Whoever sent me the information said there would be heavy ghost activity. I ran a side business investigating paranormal activity, I had always held such a fascination for the supernatural world. I could feel a presence within the home. It seemed to follow me as I continued to search the house. I reached a point in the hallway where the air around me seemed to drop drastically, chilling me to the bone. Searching the empty hallway with my flashlight, smoke could be seen in the doorway just two doors down from where I stood. Bracing myself for the possibility of encountering my first ghost, I gathered myself and then headed to the room that would hopefully be my first actual evidence that my search for the supernatural is not in vein. Walking with trepidation, I braced myself for whatever was on the other side of the tattered door. Entering the room, I could see a Smokey figure just on the other side of the room near the broken out window, as if waiting, or watching for something, or someone. Moving closer to the figure, the floor squealed in protest at every step. “CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” “What is your name?” “Do you need help?” A whisper barely audible came to me from the smoke. “GO BACK” As I took another step closer, a cracking noise came from the floor underneath me. The floor collapsed in on itself. Attempting to avoid being dragged down by the flooring, I could only wait for impact when I failed to move in time. Feeling my body slam to the ground floor, debris began slamming into my motionless body. For a moment, everything was dark. I felt no pain nor fear. When I came through, I was standing on the ground floor. Hearing a commotion to my right, I turned to see the rubble from the collapse of the second story floor I had been standing on just moments before. Watching as my friend April came in, she looked so upset, fear gripped her normally kind green eyes. Starting to move the pieces of rotted wood and pieces of ceiling, April was frantic. I kept calling out to her, asking what was wrong, but she ignored me. Watching it look as if she was bouncing off of something, I noticed she was administering C.P.R. Gaining my focus on what was unfolding in front of me, I was in shock. It was the body of a young woman with long brown hair. Something seemed familiar about the clothing. The girl’s hair was the same long brown as mine. “OH s**t…… THAT…THAT. THAT’S ME! IM DEAD, I DIED!” Taking a step back, the panic started to set in. “How?” “Why?” “I should be fine. It was just a bump!” Smoke began to form next to me, breaking me out of my hysterics. The same smoky figure appeared, only it began to take shape and then the form of a young man. I’m looking to be in his mid twenty’s, adorning your stereotypical blonde surfer dude haircut. He stared at me with remorse. “I told you to turn back.” With every few compressions, I would fade in and out as April tried to bring me back. Looking at my momentary companion, I asked him for basic information such as name and cause of death. Before he was able to answer me, I had faded away. Returning to my body, I sat with an urgency, rambling off about the events that led me to this situation. “It’s real, it’s all real!? April, grabbing me by my shoulder, started examining me, frantically trying to understand what had just happened. “Holly, you were dead! As in, you were not breathing! I need you to stay still.” Looking at my friend with bafflement, “ Thank you for the observation, I know I died. That is what I’m trying to tell you. I was standing over you the whole time. Behind April, the same man appeared. This time, he did not appear as smoke this time. As soon as he appeared, my mysterious new companion was gone. Staring at me with concern, April spoke in a voice that trembled as she lectured me, About how “exploring old homes is dangerous and I should not be participating in such childish behavior.” Rolling my eyes in annoyance, “I feel fine, Ape.” “HOLLY! YOU WERE LITERALLY DEAD!” THIS IS SERIOUS, YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME LIKE THAT. Her voice broke as she became over whelmed with emotions. As the ambulance arrived, I was quickly checked. April explained everything that had just happened. She denied me any release from being taken to the hospital. Two days I spent in the hospital getting poked and prodded, while being asked, never-ending questions about how I died, and what I saw from those who also believe there is life after death. I ignored any questions related to after dying, only answering questions related to the fall and leading up to the fall. No marks were found on my body, and there was no internal damage. Medical staff were baffled by the claim that I had died to begin with. The only proof anyone had of my short demise was my friend April, who had been with me as I searched the old manor. Throughout my stay at the hospital, the man from the mansion kept appearing, and oftentimes, he just stood in the hallway or on the other side of the room. I tried to tell myself it was just a delusion, created by my subconscious to deal with the trauma, or so I had hoped. After being released from my medical prison, April demanded that I allow her to drive me home.As I entered the vehicle, I could hear a whisper. “Danger…”