The bus’s headlights illuminated my body lying in the road. The full moon was in the night sky, in the early hours of the last day of October. An ominous but light fog rolled in through the dense trees: it was said that spirits lurk in these woods. Legend had it that anyone killed in these woods, on a Halloween full moon, turned immediately to a ghost. Ghosts who become slaves to the first soul they met. It was also said that these ghosts will haunt all those who wronged them, until the end of their days.
The bus came to a stop a dozen seconds after my accident. The driver, John, and a lone passenger approached me on the road. They were scared; very scared. They realised that I was not a prop; that I was real flesh and bones.
I felt the passenger’s heartache as she examined my body. In a crying voice, the off-duty paramedic passenger pronounced me ‘dead’. The very shy driver consoled her as best as he could. Her human touch released my ghost from the lifeless body. Now, I had the bus driver as my new master.
John, the driver, waited behind the wheel for the emergency services to arrive. I revealed my ghostly figure to him, as I embarked the bus through the closed door. He was petrified to the point of screaming. By some magic, I prevented him from vocalising his fear. Telepathically, I calmed him down and explained the legend.
There were some major advantages to being a ghost. As a ghost, I could be visible or invisible as I chose. I could read their minds, memories and secrets of both human and beast. Moving imamate objects was fun and caused a bigger reaction in people. I couldn’t possess living souls: I had to get inventive when I wanted people to do as I wished. I could use these skills for both good and evil. I felt powerful, but as my mentor and master would teach me: ‘with great power comes with great responsibility’.
Telepathically, I told John how I died: ‘I was at an early Halloween party earlier this evening. My boyfriend drove us home. My sister, Sarah, needed to pee, so they stopped the car here in the woods. I took the opportunity to relieve myself too. I don’t know if it was a joke or not, but they left without me. I ran into the lane to stop them.
‘There was a car in the oncoming lane. Their lights shone onto me. At the last minute, he deliberately swerved to the middle of your lane to run me over. I flew over their car and landed on the road. I died on impact. The rest you saw.
‘After being killed by that motorist, I looked into his soul. The man who killed me was a very superstitious fraud of a priest. He hated Halloween; he hated witchcraft and all the “unholy” things. I guess that my witch’s Halloween costume offended him. But why did he have to drive me over? I was just nineteen at the time of this accident.’ I turned from a calm white to devil red as the anger of my unwarranted death stirred my teenage emotions.
The emergency services arrived. The single passenger re-emerged from the bus. She briefed the paramedics on my condition. John was questioned by the police. I sensed that he wanted to tell the police my story, but couldn’t. I sensed that he didn’t want to lose his hard-earned license and be declared mentally insane. Mentally insane, and not being able to drive, just because he saw a ghost. He loved to drive, driving was his passion. I felt sorry for him; I couldn’t do anything while the police were there. I did feel a real connection with him, though. I felt that he would be the father-figure I wanted and needed in my ‘life’.
John took me to his home. Coincidently, Amy the paramedic, lived in the same tenement. They have bonded over this shared experience. John felt comfortable having me around, which was a relief. He allowed me to practice my telekinesis (moving of objects). We talked telepathically, and he encouraged me to find the priest who ran me over. With his permission granted, I tracked down the priest that same night.
I woke the priest at around half-past one in the morning. I pushed over a metal pan onto the floor. I made myself visible wearing my witch outfit. It had the desired effect.
“You killed me!” I shouted at him.
“Get away from me! You are a witch!” he responded grabbing a crucifix and a bible.
“That thing doesn’t scare me,” I laughed at him.
He started to pray, and to summon the exorcism angles. After a few minutes, to my surprise, the angels did arrive. I was afraid of what they will do to me.
‘Has he summonsed us for you?’ confused, the lead angel asked me.
‘I guess so,’ I replied to the angel in a manner that the very angry priest wouldn’t hear. The priest continued with his exorcism not realising that his divine assistance has arrived already.
‘You are not an evil soul,’ the lead angel continued. ‘Here, take all the energy that the priest is giving you. You need it; he is just wasting his time.’
I was still standing still as the priest got himself worked up more and more. Eventually, the priest collapsed onto his bed from the exhaustion. The angels moved off, so did I, taking the ‘energy’ from the priest.
John was asleep by the time I got ‘home’. I didn’t disturb him and allowed him to get a good night’s rest. I used that time to peer into his mind, to see what type of person he was. I watched his nightly dream unfold, without interference.
In the morning, John allowed me to torment the priest some more. I took great pleasure in making the priest’s life a living hell. I constantly appeared to him when he was alone. I demanded that he confess my murder to the police. He continued to waste his energy on trying to cast me out of his life. I grew stronger, absorbing his energy.
John took me to the All Saints Day sermon, delivered by that priest. There I made my bold move. I appeared at the altar and made myself visible to the entire congregation. The priest freaked out and attempted to cast me out.
“Holy Father, please tell the congregation why I am bothering you,” I told him in a manner that everyone would hear.
“You were a witch! It was my duty to kill you! I ran you over! What are you still doing here?!” he confessed, as the entire congregation gasped. Two off-duty police officers arrested him during the sermon. I ‘encouraged’ him to do a proper confession at the police station. True to the legend, I continued to visit him in prison. He still refused to remorse.
My family made contact with John, where he offered to drive the funeral guests free of charge. I was proud of him for this. It felt awkward at one’s own funeral. I chose not to make an appearance in my ghostly form: I don’t want any of my elderly relatives to join me on this side. Their time will come.
My boyfriend, Michael, was seated next to my sister. He was holding her hand: in more of a romantic way rather than consoling. Something felt wrong there, something wasn’t right there. I got my answer at the reception after my body was buried.
Michael and Sarah mingled for a while then disappeared. They got aboard the bus and went straight to the backbench. There Michael began to kiss my sister. He gave her long, passionate kisses. One thing leads to another, and he landed up with his hand up her black dress. He produced a pair of pink panties.
She got his penis out; a stage that I haven’t gotten to with him. With the foreskin forward, my boyfriend penetrated my sister without a condom. I watched as the man I loved had sex with my sister. Telepathically, I sought advice from John.
I looked into Michael’s soul. This was not his first time screwing my sister. They started to have sex with each other a fortnight before my death. I was waiting for the right time with Michael so that he could take my virginity.
I also thought I could trust my sister. I looked into her soul too. She managed to seduce him and she took his virginity. She taught Michael how to lie to me. She triggered many negative emotions. I had the strength of holding any immediate revenge back.
John broke up their love-making session. John scolded them on my behalf; I was proud of my new father-figure. He forced Michael to pull out as he was ejaculating. His semen went into her dress, leaving a visible, white stain. Sarah could not hide the evidence that she just had sex. This caused her a very awkward social situation.
Michael and Sarah didn’t learn their lesson on the bus. I got a sense that they wanted to hook up that evening too. It went without saying that this really got me angry. Now, with my superpowers, I had to hold back not doing too much damage. With advice from John, I went to snoop.
I made myself invisible as I watched Michael, my boyfriend, kiss my sister, Sarah. I looked into his mind and felt that he was fully erect already. He whispered into my sister’s ear that he was ready. She ran her hand over his crotch, feeling his erection. She teased him by putting on a strip show. His erection hardened and he began to release precum.
Rapidly and unceremoniously, he undressed. His penis was very hard. I must admit it that this made me feel horny too. However, I wasn’t here for that, as this man has cheated on me. Now it’s time for my revenge.
I made myself visible in my witch’s outfit and said: “Hello Michael.”
His eyes opened up, his face went white.
“What’s wrong honey?” my sister asked him, “It looks like you have seen a ghost?”
“Yes, I did!” Michael started to shake.
“What’s wrong Michael? Don’t you want to see me?” I interrogated him further.
“She’s here! She’s here!” nude Michael begun to panic, losing is erection.
“Who is here?” my sister teased him.
“It’s Jenny! Jenny is here!” he replied as I floated like a ghost around him.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Jenny is no longer with us,” My confused and slightly frightened sister commented.
I made myself visible to my sister: “Hello Sarah.”
She screeched in a very high pitched scream.
“So, what are you guys doing?” I played dumb with the both of them.
Knock on their bedroom door, and a voice said:
“Are you guys OK?”
The door handle then moved and Michael’s mother entered his room. I made myself invisible and became the proverbial fly on the wall. My sister didn’t have time to cover up, neither did Michael. The two adult-teenagers, fully naked in front of his mother, got a scolding. My sister was prevented from leaving until the lecture was finished. I hoped that they learned their lesson.
They didn’t learn. The next evening, they were in Sarah’s bedroom. Once again, I was there to interrupt the action. I got some pointers from John on what to try. Michael got naked first and he was soft. As my sister undressed, he got progressively harder. I followed John’s suggestion and peeled back Michael’s foreskin. This confused him as this never happened to him.
“Jenny! I hope you are not screwing with me!” He panicked.
“What are you talking about?” my confused sister asked him.
“She exposed my penis!” Michael continued to panic.
“Oh, grow up,” sister dismissed him.
“So, are we going to have sex?” she asked him and pulled his foreskin back over his overly sensitive and wet glans.
“I hope so,” calming Michael stated.
I waited for Sarah to look away. I then pulled back his foreskin again, making him panic again:
“Jenny!! Stop doing this to me!”
“Shhh! Do you want my parents to come in on us? If Jenny would be here, I would also see her!” Sarah responded.
“Come on, foreskin forward and in you go!” she encouraged the guy who I thought was my boyfriend at the time of my death.
“No, I don’t want to do it anymore today,” terrified Michael got dressed as my sister tried to persuade him to have sex with her. I wasn’t convinced that it’s the end of their sexual relationship.
The next night, they were back in my sister’s bedroom. I was there to continue to terrorise the couple. Even before their act, Michael wondered if I would be in the room with them. My sister told him to stop being silly. She didn’t believe in ghosts, even though she saw my apparition. I guessed that my terrorising of Michael was working. All I wanted was for him to stop screwing my sister.
In this session, Michael got naked first. He was half-erect as my sister teased his shaft with her finger. To my surprise, she pulled back his foreskin to expose the glistening glans. Michael pulled away as Sarah giggled.
“Hey, don’t do that! It’s sensitive,” he told her off as he re-adjusted his foreskin.
“You let ‘the ghost of Jenny’ pull it back for you…” she teased him.
“Don’t bring her up! She’ll come out of hiding,” the scared Michael told her.
“Come on, get nice and big for me,” Sarah teased him with her finger. True to her request, he complied. I allowed him to penetrate her and take a few strokes. I then revealed myself.
“Hello Michael, Hello sister,” I greeted them but without making myself visible to them.
“She’s here!” Michael panicked.
“Hey, I heard her too,” my sister responded with concern in her voice.
“What do you want from me?” Michael asked me. I didn’t respond. I wanted to play mind-games with him. I could hurt him, but he couldn’t hurt me back. They got scared and stopped their sexual session.
The weekend came around. They thought that they could shake me by having sex in broad daylight. I had a telepathic connection with both of them. I knew that they are going to do it.
They did their usual kissing in his bedroom. His parents were out for the day, so they took the opportunity to ‘get to know each other’ again. I didn’t interfere at the early stages. I allowed them to get the confidence that I’m not in the room with them.
He got naked, and she teased his shaft. She sucked the precum through his forward foreskin. He licked her clitoris in return, before getting into the missionary position. I watched as the guy who I thought loved me hammered my sister. I was angry with both of them for cheating me.
I helped him to finish early, by playing with his balls. Luckily, I wasn’t caught or called out, as he thought that Sarah was doing something with him. After just a few strokes he ejaculated. I sensed that my sister was just getting warmed up, and here he is all spent.
“Why did you finish so quickly?” I broke my cover and appeared in broad daylight.
“Jenny! Stop it!” my sister was the first one to respond.
“Stop sleeping with my man!” I retorted.
“Leave us alone!” Michael came into the conversation.
“Why did you leave me alone on that road?” I asked them.
“What are you talking about?” Michael responded.
“Halloween party. You stopped to let her pee. You drove off without me. I got killed that night!” I answered them.
“We did come back for you,” Michael lied to me.
“You wanted sex with my sister that night, didn’t you?” I interrogated Michael while reading my sister’s mind. She indicated that this was the ‘truth’.
“Of course not,” Michael continued to lie. He didn’t realise that I could read minds; that I could see through his lies. I fell silent and invisible as they continued to lie to me.
Next day was Sunday. I decided to visit Michael when he was alone. I watched him undress in the bathroom. He had an average looking body; I fell in love with the personality he was projecting. I wanted to have some fun with him and to get answers.
In the shower, he started to wash. I watched John wash before, so I kind of knew what the correct procedure was. Michael just washed the outside of his penis, neglecting to wash behind the foreskin. I made my presence felt by switching off the hot water. Few curse words later, he opened the hot valve again. A few seconds later, I closed the hot water again. He screamed my name.
“Hello Michael,” I greeted him, and told him blatantly: “aren’t you going to wash behind your foreskin?”
“Jenny!” he sounded extremely annoyed
“Why the hell do you care?” he shouted at me.
“Just stop fucking my sister. You were my boyfriend,” I changed the subject.
“You are dead: what do you care?” he had the audacity to point out the obvious. I closed the hot water tap once more. At that time, I had a good look into his mind. There I found his secret to why he is sleeping with my sister and not me. I took the decision not to confront him about it, not yet. I teleported myself to my sister’s room, and without making my presence felt, I read her mind. I have confirmed the common secret of why she was sleeping with my man.
I felt very hurt after I saw their secret. I felt the need to continue to harass them; to disturb their day to day life. I stopped my actions once some sort of revenge has been reached. Unbeknownst to Michael, my sister was cheating on him. She gave him some sort of a sexually transmitted disease, and he lost his precious foreskin. Sarah fell pregnant with the cheater’s baby. I felt like revenge has been achieved. I could leave them alone now.