A Haunting Fuck
It had only been three days since we moved into our new home. I loved the house. It was old and dated, but all it needed was a little love. During the process of moving I did notice some odd things going on in the house. I would put things down on the table, and they would disappear. I would close the closet door and it would be open, when I would reenter the room. I just blamed it on the wind or just my imagination. This particular night Mike had to work until the a.m. and I was going to be...