[Early Access] Ghastly Perversions (Patreon)

content: gender neutral reader x perverted ghost

You were truly convinced that your misfortunes were at the hand of a stalker, or some slimy individual who somehow managed to enter your home. After several police visits and lock changes, you decided to deal with the culprit using your own hands. Who was this mysterious intruder who managed to bypass every security measure?

Watching the footage from the newly installed cameras, you quickly understood why no officer or fancy lock would’ve ever been effective: your secret admirer was – quite literally and to your great shock – a ghost. There was no other explanation. You gawked at the screen as your drawer opened by itself, and a pair of underwear crumpled into the air, as if pressed against something. You gasped at the sight of your walls being scratched by nothing at all, the perverted and flirtatious messages engraving themselves into the plaster. So that’s how you came to have ‘nice ass’ dragged across your hallway.

This intangible asshole was messing with you, that was for sure. Using your belongings and doing God knows what with them, leaving you shameless confessions around the house, misplacing your lewd toys…you suddenly remembered the time you woke up with your hair inexplicably sticky, and gagged.

“I’m calling a priest,” you announced loudly, hoping to maybe scare the fiend into behaving.

“Already? I believe in sex before marriage,” something responded from behind you.

You nearly fell out of your chair, spinning around and scrambling to turn on all lights. For a long moment you stood there holding your breath, waiting for another word, or a footstep, or a shuffle.

Silence.

“W-what is your goal,” you probed, this time much more hesitant, “are you trying to kill me, or something?”

“Kill you? Huh, I guess you could frame it like that.” The disembodied voice rang against your eardrums from an uncomfortable proximity. You froze. “I’m about to put that thing in a casket.”

You felt pressure over your groin, and you squeezed your legs shut. A loud cackle erupted from nowhere in particular.

“Don’t be like that, (Y/N). I know you’re lonely.”

Another sudden tug, and you found yourself sprawled on your bed, wrists pinned down by an invisible force.

“I’ve been here long enough to know you’re going to enjoy this,” the voice declared confidently.