Page 49 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Thirty-nine

Ghost

“ J ust went for a walk,” she says. Yeah, but what she neglected to mention was that she strolled directly to the mill.

It wasn’t a casual walk, where she found herself coming upon it by chance.

No, she purposefully left the house, walked to the mill, then went inside.

I have no idea what went on in there, but when I heard her blood-curdling scream, I almost jumped out of my skin.

As I started to make my way to the door, her screaming stopped as abruptly as it started.

I wanted to save her from whatever was happening to her in there, but somehow I just knew she needed to be alone to find whatever she was looking for by returning to this place.

I fully intended to go to the office today, but the need to know what she would get up to while alone for the first time in almost two months was too hard to resist. I can’t imagine what possessed her to come here, of all places.

She must have needed to confront her memories, and put her demons to bed.

How do I know? There’s a gleam in her eye as I watch her slowly back away from me.

A confidence in her body language, that wouldn’t be present if she was crumbling under the weight of this place.

I’m confident she’s okay. It was good for her, coming back here.

The smirk pulling at her luscious mouth assures me she’s not afraid anymore, or at least she’s not right now.

Which works out perfectly for what I have planned.

Time to replace each bad memory with a good one, just like I vowed I would months ago.

“What are you doing here?” she breathes, the vein in her neck thumping with anticipation.

“Stalking is an awfully hard habit to break, baby. Especially when I was deprived for so long.” I wince. I can’t believe I just fucking said that.

“Some say cutting off the addiction cold turkey is the best way to quit a nasty habit,” she replies, pulling her faded black band t-shirt off over her head.

“That may be true, but I have no intention of quitting you, little siren. Not now, not ever.

“Even if I’m bad for you?”

“Especially if you’re bad for me.” Oh, I want her to be so fucking bad.

The image of her beneath me, being punished by my cock as my palm cracks off her ass flits through my brain, and my dick throbs.

I grip myself over my jeans, eyes locking with hers as her face flushes.

Her eyes flick to something over my shoulder, and when I turn to follow her gaze, she takes off, bolting towards the back door of the mill.

Unfortunately for her, that door’s been nailed shut.

She disappears into the shadows, but I wait her out, moving to stand in the centre of the massive room.

The ancient machines with their long conveyors sit off to the side, dismantled from the water wheel outside when it’s not tour season.

My uncle knew how to put everything back together so it worked seamlessly.

He only showed me a few times how to reconstruct it, so I’ll have to hire someone to help me in the new year when it’s time to set up for the school kids again.

For now, I’m in full Haunt mode. Thankfully, my uncle’s notes for all things party related are much more extensive than any notes he took for work, so booking vendors and the DJ is an easy process.

“What the fuck!” Mallory screams from the darkness at the rear of the building, and I chuckle to myself. Her escape plan has been foiled, and I can’t wait to see what she does next because of it. She never ceases to surprise me, her mind a never ending stream of intricate ideas.

Seconds turn into minutes as I wait for her to reappear, but she doesn’t. I want to go look for her. That’s what she wants though, so I don’t move a muscle. Listening intently to the silence engulfing us, waiting to pick up on any clue to her whereabouts.

Something falls, a clattering sound breaking the heavy quiet, and I make my way toward it.

Steps light but deliberate, blazing a soundless path right towards her.

Pulling a small flashlight from my pocket, I click it on and swiftly illuminate the area.

A board lays against another on the ground, rocking up and down like a seesaw, but Mallory isn’t anywhere in sight.

There’s no way she got away from me that quickly.

The stream of light behind me wavers and then dims almost completely, cloaking the area in darkness. I whip around with my flashlight, and see Mallory’s shirt hanging in front of the window next to the main doors. What the hell?

“Ow! Shit!” she whispers to herself from somewhere in the mill, and I smile. Oh, sweetheart, do you think you’ll best me that easily?

“You want to play in the dark, baby? Fine, let’s play,” I shout, the sound echoing around the area.

The mill is large, with both a lower level to access the creek, and an upper one for an office and a break room.

It’s not a full upper floor, more like a partial one with a mezzanine.

It’s what allowed Ted’s victims to be written off as suicides—the women could’ve just as easily jumped from the second-floor balcony as been thrown off of it.

..always hanging from the same easily reachable rafter.

A creak sounds to my left, and I move across the room to close in on it, planting my foot on the first stair that descends down to the wheel house. Would she really try to get outside by crawling through an access door for the water wheel? Probably not.

The faintest shuffling sound catches my attention, and I spin towards it. The faint beam of my light catches the sight of her foot disappearing up the stairs into the darkness on the complete opposite side of the mill. Found you.

“Want to play hide and seek in the dark, little siren? Don’t you know that’s where the ghosts lurk? Moving through the shadows without being seen.” I taunt.

While waiting for a reply that will probably never come, I silently race across the mill.

Standing at the foot of the stairs, I know she’s cornered.

The thought absolutely thrills me. Slowly, I ascend the old staircase, the wood creaking and groaning beneath my weight.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, baby.” I sing-song.

Mallory’s keeping her lips sealed tight, not daring to give away her position. She knows it will irk me, shoot me from hungry to absolutely starving for her. I want to hear those little gasps of surprise, her panting breaths, and scream of frustrated defeat when I inevitably catch her.

“Mall-oryyy,” I creepily call out, the sound bouncing around the space.

Still no reply.

Okay, what the hell?

Where is she?

I storm over to the first room, throwing the door open so aggressively it hits the wall and bounces back toward me. Immediately, I know she isn’t in here. Nothing is disturbed, a thick layer of dust coats every surface, and I would’ve heard the door open if she entered this room.

I move across the mezzanine, in the direction of the other room. A snicker breaks the silence, but I can’t tell where it comes from. Something about the architecture of the ceiling throws sound, and it’s slightly unnerving when you’re here patrolling alone.

I turn left…then right…panning my flashlight around the tight space. There’s old office furniture stored up here along with boxes upon boxes of decorations for the Haunt. A humanoid shadow moves in my periphery, and I advance on it.

“GOTCHA!” I bellow as I illuminate the cramped area.

It’s not Mallory, just an animatronic zombie figurine that most definitely didn’t move. The bouncing light shifts the shadows causing my eyes to play tricks on me. I feel like a fool because of it.

I search the rest of the area quickly and thoroughly, but she’s not out here hiding in the Halloween decor… Which means she must be in the other office…cornered and unable to escape me.

Another shiver snakes down my spine. The anticipation of having her beneath me again leaks from the tip of my cock as my hand turns the knob.

Gently, I push the door open, it swings slowly, hauntingly, the hinges repelling against the movement as my massive body fills the doorway.

“If you come out willingly, I’ll take it easy on you.

” I say, not meaning it in the slightest.

Nothing.

Not a single sound comes from the stuffy room.

“HA!” Mallory’s exaggerated laugh comes from behind me. I whip around, just in time to see the main door to the mill gradually closing.

How the hell did she get down there?

The beam of bright light the setting sun casts across the floor disappears, as the loud bang of the door slamming rings through the building.

The moment of blinding sunlight messes with my sight.

I throw my arm up over my eyes as I stagger, trying to make it back to the stairs, not bothering to waste precious moments waiting for my vision to clear.

I find the railing, and allow my muscle memory to carry me quickly down the steps.

I turn towards the main entrance, once again blinded by the sunlight beaming through the window as Mallory’s shirt falls off whatever hook it was hanging on.

I spin away from the bright light, trying to give my pupils time to adjust. When I reopen my eyes, there’s Mallory.

The sight of her so close is jarring and I shuffle back.

“Silly Ghost, don’t you know sirens like the dark? It’s easier to lure a man to their death that way,” she taunts. I’m mesmerized by her. She flipped the game around on me, and I didn’t even realize it.

Her palms skim my chest and I pull her body to mine, needing to feel the press of her weight against me. “I’ll follow you anywhere, even if it leads to my demise,” I whisper. Her eyes shine adoringly then she gasps when I grind my cock against her clit.

Mallory pulls the mask from my face, dropping it to the floor.

Her fingers weave into my hair and tug my mouth down to meet hers.

It’s a kiss that threatens to buckle my knees, grow my heart three sizes, or put me in a grave from how good it feels.

Like we’re us again. Her tongue tangles with mine as I glide my hands from her hips to her ass, sliding the material of her pants down as I go.

With her flawless skin exposed to my ravenous touch, I grip and slap her ass, swallowing her whimper of desire with my hungry kiss.

My hold on her tightens, the part of me that wants to rut her like an animal clawing to get free.

I’m too lost in my own head, worrying about what to do, that I don’t notice her fingers working my zipper.

She pushes my pants down my thighs, lips leaving mine as she drops to her knees.

Her kisses leave me breathless, just like the sight of her kneeling before me, tongue darting out to taste the precum glistening on my tip.

Then, like a true siren, she devours me.