Oleana had always had an active imagination. She remembered playing at her grandparents’ house for hours with some friends that nobody else seemed to see. This didn’t bother her in the slightest as she thought it was fun to have her own “secret friends” and her family always just wrote it off as just imaginary playmates since she was an only child and always had trouble making normal friends. What her parents did find odd however was how Oleana only seemed to talk to her imaginary friends at her grandparents’ house.

As Oleana grew older her parents moved to a house away from her grandparents, now only seeing them on special occasions when they visited her. While she obviously missed her family she missed her friends just as much. Time stops for no one and as the years went on Oleana grew into a fine young woman and moved out on her own how her “secret friends” were all, but a fond memory nearly forgotten.

Nearly forgotten until she got a phone call from her mother telling how her grandparents had both died. While this was sad news it shocked nobody, they had lived long happy lives, and both went peacefully in their sleep. Oleana’s sadness was replaced with relief when she heard that her grandparents’ left her their house in their will since she was the only grandchild. Oleana felt slightly guilty for being so happy but looking around her small apartment and looking out the window to the not so clean city streets below, her joy bubbled up at the thought of moving out to her grandparents’ old house in the country. She remembered ever since she was a girl always loving the house, though that was all she could seem to remember.

The drive was long and tiring but seeing the large house growing closer from behind the wheel woke her up enough to make it to the front door. Stepping through she felt an icy chill run down her spine but then a comforting presence. She walked through the halls of the house she vaguely remembered trying to find a guest room as she wasn’t quite comfortable sleeping in the master bed yet.

She stumbled upon her grandfather’s old hobby room first, he was an avid toy collector of old vintage toys. The walls were lined with shelves of toy cars and boats, a display of teddy bears covered another, on his desk sat a model airplane halfway built. But on the far wall was his prized possession, a ventriloquist dummy, the dummy’s little suit ironed sharp, his hair perfectly painted onto his plastic head, his little felt tongue tucked in his mouth, and his eyes looking back at you, seeming to see you though he was nothing mor than plastic and cloth. Oleana shuddered at the sight of him, he had always creeped her out she now remembered, ever since she was a child.

She eventually found her way to her bedroom, made note of where the bathroom was, then flopped down on the bed in exhaustion, she had pajamas to change into but was far too tired to care, opting instead to kick off her jeans and panties and tossing offer her bra as to sleep in nothing but the baggy t shirt she traveled in, buried under numerous large quilts and blankets. Sleep swiftly came for her.

The next morning, she woke up unusually sore and wet between her legs with what looked like bits of fluff stuck to her inner thighs. Stranger than that however was the stuffed bear that was sat in a chair facing her bed that she didn’t exactly remember being there the night before, stranger still, the fluff between her legs seemed to be a similar color to the fluff around the bear’s muzzle. But maybe she was just misremembering, the bear could have been there the night before and she never noticed, she was awfully tired last night, and the fluff could have been from the old blankets. Was she really going to suggest that the stuffed bear somehow got into her room and ate her out in her sleep?

She dug through her suitcase and picked out an outfit for herself, a fresh pair of blue jeans, a graphic tee with one of her favorite bands, and some underwear. She took the nicely folded stack of clothes to the bathroom and set them on the counter beside the sink beside her towel. She tossed her dirty shirt on the floor and climbed into the shower. The warm water felt heavenly on her skin, her wet hair cascading down her back, and the water flowing down her chest. As she bathed, she thought she heard the door open but when she pulled back the curtain the door was just where it was supposed to be. Must just be old house noises, she thought.

 She finished washing, climbed out of the shower and began to dry off, but was confused as her clothes weren’t on the counter where she had left them. She knew she had brought them in with her but where had they gone? She wrapped herself in her towel and walked down the hall to her room. As she made her way to her room, she swore she could hear what she thought to be light laughter. She found her pile of clothes placed on her bed just in the same way she remembered placing them on the counter beside the sink. Puzzled, she finished drying and got dressed. She brushed the odd occurrence off as still being tired from the night before and she must have forgotten to take the clothes with her.

She spent the rest of the morning exploring the large house and property. Everything remained perfectly in place from where her grandparents left it, laundry still in the hampers, the Sunday paper on the living room couch, and dishes in the sink that looked to be growing something. Great, she thought, chores.

She decided to drive into town to get cleaning supplies to help fix up what had been left untouched for quite some time. She walked into the general store to pick up things like sponges and rubber gloves.

When she went to the checkout the elderly clerk asked, “You look new here, we don’t get too many visitors, what brings you to our neck of the woods?”

“My grandparents recently passed and I’m moving into their old house, it’s a bit of a mess, hence the cleaning supplies,” Oleana said with a smile.

“I’m sorry about your folks, they were good customers of mine. Be careful about that house there little miss, I’ve heard legends that the whole place is haunted well before your family moved in. There was a father and his two kids who were murdered there, his wife found out he was having an affair and stabbed him with a kitchen knife. She couldn’t stand the sight of the kids she had with him and murdered them too before disappearing into the night. Their spirits were said to roam the halls still. Or so I’ve been told at least.” With that he finished bagging Oleana’s purchases.

Oleana thanked the clerk and returned to her supposedly haunted house.

Ghosts? She thought as she began scrubbing through moldy plates and whipping dusty countertops, which could explain some of the strange things recently, but I spent so much time here before, surely, I would have known if the house was haunted. As she cleaned, she began to remember all the fun she used to have, her grandpa teaching her how to sew as he mended an old stuffed bear, her grandma helping her make cookies, and playing with the other younger kids.

This last memory made her pause and think, who’s kids where they? She remembered being told she had an active imagination and the more she cleaned the more memories she uncovered. She remembered a young girl around her age at the time named Madeline that she would have tea parties with and play with dolls, then there was her older brother John, who was a few years older, who always loved playing tricks on her and the adults. Then she remembered them mentioning their father Charlie, they told Oleana that she might not be able to meet Charlie because he was only really awake in the evenings when they had already gone to bed. She recalled a night where she was staying the night with just her and her grandparents, it was late, but she had gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom but thought she heard her grandpa talking to someone in his toy room. As a child she had never thought much of it, but now she wondered if that was Charlie. She had always wondered how he was such a good Ventriloquist, maybe he wasn’t as good as he claimed to be. Oleana felt herself shudder when she came to the realization, maybe those legends were right, maybe she was less alone here than she thought.

That night as she laid in bed in a house that she now accepted to be haunted she found herself having some trouble falling asleep. With all the strange things that had already been happening and the legend and her “imaginary friends” she couldn’t think of any other explanation. After much tossing and turning she drifted off to sleep. She woke up freezing cold at some point in the night to find the covers must have slid off the bed, her bare legs were covered in goosebumps. The room was pitch dark, but she thought she saw what looked like a red dot of light, deciding she was too tired to care she grabbed the covers from the floor and tried to go back to sleep.

In the morning, she awoke again to the blankets off the bed, and a sore wet feeling between her legs. She quickly realized what the red flashing light was, with the chair positioned facing the bed there was a teddy bear holding a video camera, someone was filming her all night. The camera had been left there intentionally, someone clearly wanted her to see. The thought made her uneasy. Nervously she picked up the camera to see what was recorded.

She played back the footage, it started with her peacefully sleeping, then she saw the covers get pulled off from the edge of her bed. She watched in horror as the teddy bear that was sitting on the chair the night before climbed up onto the bed with her. The stuffed toy caressed her exposed thigh making her body shiver from the sudden stimulation. Oleana watched in disgust as the bear spread her legs, exposing her vulnerable cunt to the camera. The bear shoved its muzzle into her pussy, rubbing its furry face against her most sensitive areas she watched as her body began to toss about and writhe in pleasure. She could her herself moan out into the dark. The noises she could barely comprehend were her own, the experience was surreal. That night Oleana had had a particularly explicate dream about a charming middle-aged man having his way with her. Her dream mimicked the actions of the bear perfectly. Both man and toy stopping whenever she started getting to close, keeping her right on the edge of absolute pleasure. She watched as she gripped onto the bed begging for more and to please cum.

 In her dream the man slid in a few fingers as he continued to lick and suck at her desperate clit, but she watched as the teddy bear shoved its entire arm inside her. The soft texture of the bear’s arm paired with still the clitoral stimulation from the toy rubbing its face against her pushed her over the edge. She howled out in delight; in her dream she felt the warm sensation of finally cumming. Oleana couldn’t believe what she was watching. Her hands clawed at the bed as if grasping for something to tether her back to reality, so she didn’t drift away in a sea of pleasure. Her body twitching, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she lost whatever little control, she had over her body. Completely succumbing to the intense feelings, the stuffed bear was able to produce.

She remembered in her dream this was right around the time she woke up and sure enough she watched as after she was done orgasming, and her body had begun to relax, she began to stir. She saw the bear throw itself onto the floor as if to avoid being detected. Then saw herself sit up cold and confused and pull the covers back onto herself. A few minutes passed by before the bear grabbed the blankets and yanked them to the floor again, she remembered in her dream the man had come back for round two. In her dream he had pinned her on the bed and felt her up under her night-shirt. His fingers gliding between her lips, dancing teasingly across her clit just to get a feel of how wet she was. In the recording the teddy bear mimicked the actions she remembered in her dream, albeit far less gracefully. The man pounded his fingers into her perfectly hammering into her g-spot with every thrust, using his other hand to push downward on her lower stomach, amplifying the feeling tenfold. The bear fisted her just the same. The pleasure was unbearable, her body convulsed trying to squirm away, but she was never able to gain enough traction to escape. She moaned out, gripping so hard at the bed, writhing with delight.

The second orgasm of the night was far more powerful than the first, as soft as the teddy bear was, getting soaked in her juiced made its little arm feel even more intense. She grabbed at the bed, her legs kicking about. The toy sent her over the edge in an incredibly powerful orgasm. She could feel all the tenseness from the intense stimulation be replaced with a wonderful pleasure. She listened to herself screaming out in delight. She pounded her fists onto the bed as if that movement which she found herself doing uncontrollably would somehow decrease the intensity of everything. Oleana listened to herself sob in relief that the constant intense stimulation was over. The pleasure subsided, and she saw her body relax. The bear crawled back up into the chair by the camera and she watched as she went back to a nice relaxing sleep.

While horrified at the idea of a ghost screwing her while she slept, she would be lying to herself if the thought didn’t turn her on considerably, her pussy feeling even wetter than when she started watching the tape. She considered masturbating but remembered what she was told by the ghost children so many years ago, how Charlie was only really active at night. She hated to admit it, but she wanted him to watch. Instead, she decided today would be a good day to learn more about the family that was murdered here and she if the man she saw in her dreams really was her new ghostly lover.

She drove into town to explore the local library, figuring if anywhere would have information on the happenings in town it would be there.

“Hi there, I just moved into my grandparents’ old house, I was wondering if there was any information on the previous owners. I had been hearing some rumors about a murder that happened long ago,” Oleana asked the librarian.

“Oh yes, the Wilson family lived there long ago. Those rumors you heard weren’t just rumors I’m afraid, it truly was a grizzly event,” the librarian replied, “While the husband should have known better than to have an affair, he didn’t deserve that fate, and those poor innocent children. I get choked up at the thought.”

The librarian pointed her towards the archives where all the old newspapers would have been stored. The librarian was able to tell her the date, but it still took her a while to find the exact paper she was looking for in the archive’s vast collection. The paper she found had a picture of a happy smiling family on the front page, with the title of “Deranged Mother Murders Three” to juxtapose it. Looking at the family however, those two children looked exactly like Madiline and John. As Oleana looked at their father, there was no doubt in her mind that that was the man she saw in her dream. She was certain that this family was haunting her new home.

As she drove home, she realized that there was quite a list of things she would need to come to terms with if she were to continue living there. First, her house is severely haunted. Second, there was the ghost of a man who cheated on his wife who seemed to have already grown quite fond of her. And finally, the ghost man was really good in bed.

After a long day at the library and exploring the town, she was ready to make something for dinner. She set a pot on the stove to boil and went into the panty to grab some noodles. She saw a little face for a brief second that darted behind a corner when Oleana looked at her.

“Madiline? Is that you?” Oleana asked as she crouched down to get on the level the child would be at, “It’s me Oleana, do you remember?”

The young girl who seemed to be made out of opaque air stepped forward.

“Is it really you? It’s been so long. Where did you go?” the ghost girl asked.

“It’s me Madiline, my parents had me move far away so I was never able to visit, but I’m here to stay now if you’ll have me.”

Madiline nodded and wrapped Oleana in an embrace. The two continued cooking dinner and reminisced over all the fun they had and Oleana told her all about her life that Madiline wasn’t there to see. It truly was like two old friends catching up after years of being apart. But as the sun set, the little ghost girl grew tired and began to fade out as she fell asleep. Oleana cleaned up the kitchen and read a bit before bed. She had been eagerly waiting for what this night would bring.      

Oleana slid off her jeans and panties then positioned herself on the edge of the bed making sure to face the bear, she wanted Charlie to watch. She spread open her legs, her pussy already glistening with wet anticipation. She slid a finger between her lips teasingly before using two fingers to gently pull her folds open, exposing her clit aching with excitement. She circled her fingers around her most sensitive spot, unable to contain her soft moans. She gripped onto the bed to help keep balance as her head swam with pleasure. She loved the idea of this ghost watching her, she had a feeling her was even if she couldn’t see him, she loved the feeling of being craved. The more she played with herself she could feel her clit pulse and swell up as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. She gripped onto the bed even tighter as her hand movements got more frantic. She was so desperate, so close. Her sensitive clit couldn’t manage anything more and she threw her head back moaned out loudly in delight. This feeling of intensity caused her body to relax as she let go of the bed falling back onto the quilt, her bare pussy still exposed. With her whole body relaxed, she decided it would be time to get some rest. She changed into an extra long night shirt and crawled under the blankets.

Just as Oleana was about to fall asleep she felt a rustling under the covers, and she noticed that the bear was no longer sitting on the chair. She felt two stuffed little arms gently pry her legs apart and caress her inner thighs with its soft face. Playfully she tired pushing Charlie away only for her to feel his face against her clit with more vigor. The more she shoved away at him, the more he pressed back. Playing their little game Oleana found herself on the loosing side, Charlie was determined to please her, and her fighting back was just denying herself leaving her teased and wet between her legs. Just as Oleana was about to give in and let Charlie have his way, she felt the bear stop and go limp. It lay between her legs inanimate in the way a teddy bear should.

Orbs of light began to dance about the room. One floated down to her ear and she heard a whisper.

“While I was alive, I learned many ways I could use my body to please a person. Now however, I learned my physical form was only holding me back. Now I can get much more, creative.”

She felt a spectral tongue lick her ear seductively, Oleana shivered with delight. She felt a multitude of ghostly mouths between her legs. The sudden stimulation made her yelp with surprise, but that soon faded away to moans of pleasure. She felt a pair of tongues licking at her clit while another mouth provided sucked her. Oleana pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her screams of ecstasy. She felt more mouths between her legs teasing her thighs. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her clit ached as the constant stimulation brought her to the edge. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she subconsciously tried to squirm away to have even just a moment of relief from the unending stimulation, but she felt cold ghostly hands hold her in place so there was no escape no matter how much she tried. She clawed at the headboard not knowing what to do with herself as she felt her body being overwhelmed with a sense of pleasure. Just as ghosts have been known to phase through walls, a new pair of phantasmal mouths positioned themselves under her skin. The pair began to lick and tease her already sensitive clit from the inside, Oleana had no way to escape. It was a sensation unlike any Oleana had ever experienced, strange, but incredibly intense. She snapped her knees together as if to block Charlie from getting to her, trying to get some relief in a moment of desperation. But she was at his mercy. The mouths continued relentlessly, Oleana didn’t know how much more she could physically take. Moments before she lost her mind, succumbing to a madness brought on by such immense sensations, she came harder than she ever thought possible. She howled out in pure delight as the tongues continued to lick at her swollen sensitive clit unwavering in their pace. She clawed at the bed, back arching unable to even control her movements and only react to how the ghostly mouths were pleasing her. She screamed out, panting, overcame with pleasure but so overstimulated it was on the verge of becoming torturous.

Just as she thought her body couldn’t handle it the mouths began to ease up, only having the slightest taste with the tips of their tongues. At first this was a nice relief from the overwhelming sensations of before, however she soon realized this was far worse. This teasing, barely touching her at all, made her crave more. Her hips buckled as she tried to grind against mouths that didn’t really exist. She desperately needed more. She tried to reach her hand down to pleasure herself but was pinned down by the ghost.

“Is there something you’d like, Darling?” Charlie taunted.

“More,” Oleana stammered out, barely more than a whisper.

She felt a pair of spectral fingers fill up her eager hole. Oleana moaned out into the pillow. She felt her shirt lift up to expose her stomach. While the fingers slowly started working themselves in and out of her, she felt another spectral tongue lick along her belly, leaving a cold, tingling, ectoplasmic trail. Oleana moaned out softly. Charlie’s fingers knew exactly where to be. He knew exactly how to please her. She felt his fingers pick up the pace as he rubbed right along her g-spot. She felt herself on the edge of orgasm again. She clenched and unclenched her fists gripping the bed sheets. The pillow was lifted from her face and before her was a large slightly glowing cock before her. Immediately knowing what to do she began to suck him without hesitation.

It was a strange sensation, but she continued to suck away as Charlie’s fingers pounded into her. Oleana traced her tongue around his ghastly tip. She tried to let out a moan but was silenced by the large member in her mouth. Oleana felt a wave of delight wash over her and the cock pulled out and soaked her nightshirt in ectoplasm. Oleana didn’t even notice because when Charlie pulled out from her mouth, she let out a loud moan as she came. Her body convulsing, the ghost hand following her and still hammering into her as her back arched and her limbs flailed about. Not knowing how to best respond to the sudden wave of pleasure. Oleana clawed at the bed, slightly tearing the blanket but she didn’t even notice. All she could think about was the waves of delight that washed over her. Unable to even hear her own moans. Afloat in an ocean of pleasure. Until her body relaxed, and Charlie finally let her sleep.

She awoke the next morning, still soaked in ectoplasm, and tired from the night before. She threw her shirt in the laundry and got ready for her morning shower. While she was cleaning herself and enjoying the warm water, she heard clanging coming from the kitchen. She decided to cut her shower shorter to see what the commotion was. After getting dressed she found Madiline and John in the kitchen trying their best to cook breakfast for her.

“Father said you might not have gotten that much sleep last night and might still be tired, then he asked us if we’d like to surprise you with breakfast.” John said when he noticed Oleana watching. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

A fully paid off house, ghost kids who like to cook, and their ghost father who’s amazing in bed, this house seems like a dream come true, Oleana thought to herself as the kids served her breakfast.