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 Last week another unfortunate girl moved into the neighborhood.  Paula, a
pretty Asian with shoulder-length hair, eagerly rented the house because of
its rather low price.  The neighborhood was empty, which she thought was
kind of odd, but nobody told her why.  It wouldn't have helped; Paula was a
very down-to-earth girl who rarely paid attention to superstitions and
ghost stories.  She certainly would never have believed that someone like
me even existed, much less existed in a seemingly random neighborhood.

   I watched Paula from the moment she moved in with lust and eagerness. 
She noticed my presence, because she usually looked up or shivered when my
manifestations shifted the air temperature, but she never suspected that
she was being watched.  You see, I wasn't a human anymore.  I'm not really
a ghost, either, because I wasn't dead.  I did exist as pure spirit, but I
was able to fabricate a physical body for short periods of time.  Since a
ritual ten years ago my spirit became a sort of energy field that was
spread through the neighborhood.  In some ways, you could say I WAS the
neighborhood.  My existence is certainly what kept all of the homes in good
shape, even after years of being abandoned.

   But, unlike a true ghost, I needed to feed.  Paula, being the first
person to move in after months, was an irresistible morsel.  Not only that,
but as it's been awhile since something this pretty lived in the area, I
needed her to take care of something else; a strong urge that unfortunately
carried over from my life as a normal human.

   One night Paula was sitting on her bed reading a book when I manifested
in her room.  Like always she shifted her position after my sudden presence
shifted the air; she couldn't exactly see me yet, because I hadn't fully
materialized yet.  But I would have her that night.

   Paula was laying on her back with the book propped up in her hands.  She
was wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, and her hair was dyed
a bright blue since I visited her last.  Her nipples poked through her
shirt, signaling the lack of a bra.  Like most nights, I spent a few hours
admiring her perfectly toned body and large, firm breasts.  Unlike most of
the prey I get, Paula intrigued me enough to survive a whole week; most of
the people foolish enough to stay here disappeared during the first or
second night.

   Around midnight, though, her time was up.  Suddenly Paula's eyes flew
open and she tossed the book across the room when she felt something warm
and hand-like cusp her breasts.  She started whimpering as I squeezed and
fumbled her milk sacks.  Then, without warning, I fully materialized in the
form of a man.  Paula screamed as my naked figure appeared on top of her;
her hands instinctively shot out against my muscular chest to push me off,
but then she felt the air pressure around her wrists tighten and then force
her hands back against the bed.

   "Please...  whatever you are...  please don't hurt me!" She screamed,
then closed her eyes, "You're not real, this is a bad dream!  Now go away!"

   I ignored her pleas, and a second I grabbed the neckline of her shirt
and pulled the fabric.  I ripped her shirt all the way to the bottom.  She
wasn't wearing a bra as I suspected, and her two large breasts bounced out
of her shirt as it was torn.  Then I grab my huge cock and slap it hard
between her mammaries.  The same force binding her hands manifested around
her breasts and squeezed them around my cock as I started sliding it up and
down her cleavage.

   "Please...  no...  PLEASE!  LET ME WAKE UP!" Paula broke down crying,
and slightly panicked when she couldn't bury her face in her hands.

   Even if I wanted to say something, whether to reassure her or just tease
her, I couldn't; speech is the one thing I couldn't do, regardless of
having proper anatomy or not.  So I quietly continued fucking her tits as
she laid there sobbing and pleading for mercy.  When I felt close to
cumming I pulled my dick out and started to stroke my member.  After a few
seconds she cried in disgust as my first load squirted all over her tits
and face.

   Paula started to scream again when I moved off and her body started
levitating over the bed.  She lingered in the air then I grabbed the hem of
her jeans and pulled them off.  Like with her shirt, she wasn't wearing
anything under her pants either, and her nice shaved pussy was on full
display.  Her body dropped to the bed, and once again I manipulated the air
telekinetically into restraining her arms, before using the technique to
force her legs apart.  She screamed and shook her head fanatically as I
placed the tip of my cock against her labia.

   "No!  No!  You can't do this!  I'm a virgin, and I'm saving myself for
Jake.  Please!  Stoooop!"

   I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me, then I pushed my dick through
her slit, and a trickle of blood flowed as I broke her hymen.

   "This...  this has to be a fucking nightmare," and Paula resolved to
sobbing as I fucked her virgin cunt.

   Paula must have resolved herself to the idea that this was nothing more
than a bad dream, because she didn't resist when I placed my lips over hers
and slipped my tongue into her mouth.  Her tongue danced around mind, and I
could feel her lightly sucking on mine.  As I thrust in and out of her cunt
I started to feel her breathing with a heavy rhythm into my mouth as an
orgasm started to build.  I was building up as well, but I was silent
during the whole time.  We both came at the same time minutes later, and I
felt her cunt clench up around my cock as cum squirted up into her pussy.

   My physical form disappeared and the pressure holding her limbs
disappeared, and Paula laid on the bed with her breasts heaving and taking
long, deep breaths, while white sticky cum oozed from her pussy.  Paula was
lightly sobbing, but she was glad the worst part was over; however, she had
no idea how she would prove to her boyfriend that she was raped by a ghost.


   That became a distant concern, because soon the air pressure started to
increase around her head.  At first it felt like someone grabbing her head,
but soon the sensation became more extreme.  She started screaming and
grabbed her head as the pressure increased more, and she felt her skull
start to cave in.  Although it was only ten seconds, Paula felt as if it
was days as the most horrific pain she ever experienced pulsed out from her
skull in waves; she kicked and thrashed wildly, and piss squirted out from
her urethra.  Then the sides of her head imploded, while a volcano of
brain, skull fragments, and blood exploded out of the top of her head and
splattered on the wall.  Another torrent of piss flowed from her cunt, and
her body twitched on the bed for a few minutes before finally going still.

   I got what I needed; not the meat and flesh of her body, but her spirit
as it left her body.  The corpse laid in the bed for nearly a month. 
Paula's boyfriend and sister were the ones to find her rotten body after
they became concerned when she suddenly stopped communicating with
everyone.