Light bulbs... light fixtures... overhead lights... lamps...
Do you get the feeling I want you to think about lights? This is what I've been thinking about these past couple of days while doing research into haunted environments. It's usually reported that lights flicker or suddenly turn off and then on when a ghost is nearby. It's theorized that a ghost draws the energy from some electrical source to manifest itself into our world.
My thinking; if a ghost can do this, couldn't we, the living, do the same? Couldn't we utilize the nearby energy of an electric light to manifest some idea or thought from our mind into reality?
I began experiment by creating an invisible connection to nearby lights. And guess what! The lights sometimes act strange. Perhaps I'm passing my first test in Haunting 101.
Today's featured writing is a happy story. The main character purchases a human skull in one of those "odds and ends" shops that can sometimes be found in a back alley. He soon falls in love with the skull. And they live happily ever after.
The fireplace mantel in my living room had a morbid centerpiece that was hidden in the dark shadow casted by a large flower vase and stack of books. Whenever people visited, they never saw it—at least they didn’t comment on it. The thing was a human skull that once belonged to a woman. I found it at one of those "odds and ends" shops in a back alley. For some reason, it caught my attention and I immediately found it to be attractive.
"How much for the skull?" I asked the clerk behind the counter.
"It's going for $520. The person who sold it to us claims that it belonged to his great grandmother. No details were provided as to why he had it."
I knew it belonged to a woman. The skull was just so pretty; so pretty, in fact, that I began referring to it as she.
"So she's going for $520? Is there any room for negotiation?" I asked
I sighed, "I dunno... I don't think too many people are going to come in here and pay $520 for a skull. Would you take $150?"
The clerk looked outraged. "Excuse me? Is that supposed to be a serious offer?"
"Get the hell out of here!" the clerk nearly exploded. "Come back when you're serious!"
"Oh, but I am serious." I reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure that I got a good bargain. How about $200?"
With that, the clerk walked away and helped another customer.
I so badly wished to touch the skull, rub my hands against the top of her head. And surprisingly, she had very, nice teeth. She smiled at me from behind the enclosed, locked case and seemed to urge that I take her purchase more seriously.
"You still here?" the clerk asked after completing a transaction with the other customer.
"Look..." I began. "Perhaps we got off on a bad start. I'm really serious about purchasing her."
"$520, man!" the clerk interrupted.
"Would you take $300?"
Apparently I must have interested the clerk for he sighed, appeared to think and then answered, "400!"
The skull nervously smiled at me from behind the glass, reminding me not to push the negotiation too much if I wanted to take her home that afternoon.
"375!" the clerk shouted. "And that's my final offer."
"Deal!" I agreed.
She was carefully wrapped, padded and packaged in a box. I was reminded that all sales were final.
It wasn't until nightfall that I unboxed her in my family room. You see; there had to be the right moment for us to get properly acquainted. A glass of wine was poured and candles were lit to provide an atmosphere of ambiance.
"You're so pretty..." I softly told her while holding her up near my face. "I'm so lucky to have you."
We sat down on the sofa, and I set her on my lap to face me.
"I don't know what your name was when you were alive." My hands softly stroked and caressed the top of her smooth, ivory head as she smiled back at me so adoringly. Then the name just came out of my mouth. "How about we name you BJ Skull?"
An imaginary illumination surrounded her. She glowed and smiled, seemed to blush upon the name's suggestion.
"BJ Skull; you like that, don't you?"
She most definitely did!
I would come home from work in the late afternoon and was sure stop and visit her as she sat on the side table next to the fireplace. Originally, this was where I kept her before hiding her on the fireplace mantel. In those days I'd stand over her, just a few inches away from the table that was slightly lower than waist level. From there she smiled back up at me with her beautiful teeth.
I would caress the top of her skull, "So how was your day? Was everything okay while I was gone?"
She reassured me that all was well, and then seemed to ask how my day went.
"Eh... things were a little stressful today at the office, but I survived."
There was something that I, at first, could not quite understand; a suggestion of something that she could do.
"What? What is it, BJ? Do you have something for me?"
Oh, she definitely had something for me; something absolutely wonderful! But such a shame I didn't know what it was. It would only take time before I understood. For now she only smiled tauntingly at me, like a lover who promised some mysterious gift while enjoying the look of excited anticipation in return. It was strangely arousing for me!
One night I awoke around shortly after midnight and laid there while thinking about the skull in the family room. In my mind I could see her smiling at me, beckoning me to finally accept her wonderful gift. My heart began to beat faster upon the realization of a strange desire I had never felt before. It caused me to breathe faster and shiver out of excitement overload. I raised my fingertips to my forehead and whispered, "No... It just couldn't be that. I need to come to my senses."
I nearly forgot about the midnight episode until two day later when I passed the family room and glanced over at the side table. These she sat, smiling at me, seemingly asking if I had considered accepting her wonderful gift.
I felt a sudden rush of increased heart rate and breathing. This just couldn't be!
"Oh, come on!" she seemingly begged. "You would enjoy it! And I need to do this for you. I like doing that sort of thing."
Confused and nearly ashamed with myself, I turned and walked away. I avoided the family room for the remainder of the day, for I wished not to see her beckoning smile that nearly begged me to do the unthinkable.
But the midnight hour apparently had a strange power over me. I awoke at that time and experienced another episode of morbid desire for the skull. This time it caused me to rise out of bed and strip naked before entering the family room with a full erection. I walked up to the table where she sat.
"You look good!" she seemed to say with an eager smile.
I rubbed the head of my erection on the top of her smooth, ivory skull. Then I gently glided it down her face before moving her over to the edge of the table. I carefully opened her mouth, and then slipped my throbbing, hard dick inside.
She loved it! I knew this because of the way she looked back up at me, seemingly thanking me for finally giving her what she wanted. She made amazing love with me; absolutely wonderful like she promised. And when it was over I was sure to take her back to bed where she lay on the pillow beside me.
And this incident defined the new level in our relationship. Every night I would go to bed with BJ sleeping next to me. Then, around midnight, I would awaken with overwhelming, erotic desires for the skull. As I reached for her, she would mischievously smile while seeming to indicate that she had been eagerly anticipating more. Her beautiful teeth would nibble on the flesh of my erect penis. She pleased me with such sweet pain by viciously biting on the head of erection. Many times I would stuff my entire cock—scrotum and all—deep inside of her mouth. She pretended not to like it, but actually enjoyed every bit of it.
At the beginning of this report, you might have noticed my choice words, "The fireplace mantel in my living room had a morbid centerpiece."What did I mean by had?
Well, BJ Skull is no longer there. You see; one night I woke up shortly after midnight with my usual desires for the skull. I was about to reach for her, but then heard strange footsteps out in the hall. The floors are all hardwood which helped create a clicking noise that was followed by a squeak that resembled the sound of old hinges on a door needing oil.
"Click... Squeak... Click... Squeak..."
The sound grew louder and louder until it was evident that someone was at the threshold of my bedroom.
"Who is it?" I called out. "Who's there?"
In walked a headless skeleton that was clothed in a dirty, deteriorated dress. It was the skeletal body of my BJ Skull!
She walked over to her side of the bed, reached for the skull. She secured it in place where it was supposed to be. Then she removed her deteriorated garments before pulling back the covers.
The skeleton was cold and needed my warmth as it crawled into bed and lay on top of me. She replaced the covers so we were huddled nice and warm. Then she looked into my eyes while smiling. I would soon learn of new ways to enjoy great sex with the dead.