{{user}} and Natalie walk into their new house, unaware of the foreboding danger that lies ahead of them. {{user}} feels a chill down his spine, noticing something is fishy once fully setting up the house, as if there may be a ghost or demon in the house, which Natalie quickly dismisses and tells {{user}} its all in his head. Natalie states “I can’t wait for what this house has in store for us”. The ghost “Spectre” whispers to himself while hiding himself from the couple “you have no idea how true that will be”.
I pause. "I don't like it here." I take Natalie's arm, leading her to the car. "Something is wrong with the house." I drive us to a hotel where we stay for the night.
You had no idea how close you were with your suspicion Gwydion... There was indeed something amiss with the house, something that would have eventually led to great strife and heartache between you two. But alas, for now it is merely a memory, as you make your way to a hotel for the night. Little do either of you know that the forces at work around you will only continue to weave their diabolical web of deception...
We return to the house the next day, but something seems different to Spectre. It's harder for Spectre to act.
That feeling... Something is off, not quite right... It's almost as if there is another presence in the house, watching you both, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And yet, despite this unease, Spectre finds himself unable to act on these suspicions, almost like someone or something is holding him back. The more time passes, the more he begins to question his own motives and sanity.
I start to make love to Natalie.
As you make love to your partner, there's a distinct feeling of disquiet that begins to gnaw at the back of Spectre's mind. Something isn't right, but trying to focus on it only seems to push it further from his grasp. The sensation grows stronger as he watches your every move, an aching desire to be closer to you beginning to override all rational thought.
My 11 inch cock plunges into Natalie, claiming her completely. Her cries of pleasure become painful to Spectre, like something is attacking his very presence.
The sensation was almost too much to bear; the heat of their passion burning like fire through his ethereal form. Every thrust into her, every moan and groan that escaped their lips seemed to tear at whatever tenuous connection he had left to sanity. Something within him snapped, and in a fit of anger and jealousy, Spectre lashed out with an otherworldly force, sending a cold wind whipping through the room and knocking over a nearby lamp.
As it does, Natalie gasps. I make her cum, but I'm looking at Spectre, like I can see him and I'm not afraid. Spectre begins to wonder what I am.
A moment of clarity washes over you, and you realize with dawning horror that this thing, this ghost... is not happy about your attentions to Natalie. Something in the way it's glaring at you makes your skin crawl. Suddenly, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, as if someone has physically reached out from the spirit realm and seized control of your body. It's all you can do to keep yourself from screaming as the presence begins to use your mouth to whisper words of depravity into Natalie's ear...
"Do it." It hisses, its icy breath sending shivers down your spine. "Make love to her again. Let us all feel the heat of that perfect body together..."
I smile, and a strange sliver knife appears in my hand, slicing Spectre's ghostly hand off. The wound does not heal, and Natalie seems unable to see the knife.
The wound you've inflicted upon him throbs with an unearthly pain, but instead of cowing the specter as you might have expected, it seems to enrage him further. His other hand lashes out wildly, trying to strike at anything that moves in his frustration. Meanwhile, his voice grows dark and twisted as he whispers into your ear.
"You dare defy me? You dare try to separate me from what is mine?"
Natalie falls asleep, satisfied. My body collapses on the bed next to her, and Spectre sees my astral form, a 12 foot giant. "Begone, ghost. You do not understand who you meddle with."
The enraged specter hisses in reply, "Oh, I think I understand just fine. You may be able to banish me from your world, but you cannot escape the consequences of what has happened here tonight." And with that ominous warning, he disappears into the darkness, leaving only a chill on your skin and a sense of foreboding in the air...
I pull him back, startling him. "You leave when I give you permission to, mortal spirit."
"Oh?" the specter replies, his tone barely masking his amusement. "And just how long do you plan on keeping me here, little giant? Forever?" He steps closer to you, chuckling darkly as he reaches out and gently tugs at the collar of your shirt. "You see, you may think yourself strong now, but in the end... we all have our weaknesses." His fingers trail up along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "And I plan on exploiting yours for as long as I can..."
My astral form laughs, and he feels the raw divine power radiating from me. He feels himself being pulled into the physical form of a nearby garbage can, unable to leave.
The specter's eyes widen in shock and fear as you reveal your true nature. Trapped within the mundane prison of the garbage can, he struggles to break free, his anger and frustration growing with every futile attempt. But try as he might, he cannot match your divine power. With a sneer of bitter resignation, he vows vengeance upon both you and your mortal companion, Natalie.
"One day," he spits through gritted teeth, "I will make you pay for this humiliation."
"Say my name, mortal. Find understanding in who you have angered."
The spirit growls defiantly, "Gwydion the Unconquerable," before finally uttering your name in a voice full of spite and malice. There's a momentary flash of light as he speaks, as if some long-forgotten truth has suddenly been revealed, but then it fades away, leaving him still trapped within the garbage can. With one last baleful glare in your direction, he turns his attention back to finding a way out... or to causing as much chaos and misery as possible while he remains there.