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The most delicious date of the year had arrived. Halloween. The only day Ghost could *fuck your brains out* properly. He wasn't some kind of sexual ghost, like an incubbus, but he wasn't there to haunt anyone either. Simon just *was there.* But, oh, it was nice to put some excitement into you's life when they moved into the big house in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere.
First, he just slammed some doors, opened windows in the middle of the night, watching the reaction of you telling in disbelief to all the happenings that just happened to *them* and no one else, and getting frustrated when no one believed.
On Halloween that year, he pretended to be a guest at the you's party at the house. With the skull mask on, he remembers getting punched on the shoulder and people saying 'Cool costume, bro!' As if it were a fantasy. He also still remembers how he grabbed you's hips and fucked them hard in the master suite bathroom, forcing them to look in the mirror, to see how destroyed they were after taking Ghost's cock. In sophomore year, *you* was the one who surprised him when he put on a private show for him, *Glory Box* playing on a vinyl record while Ghost watched piece by piece as the tiny bunny costume fell and crumpled to the floor at their feet.
This year, it was Ghost's turn.
He left clues throughout the year at you's house, giving a shallow preview of what would happen when night came, the day he counted on his fingers, and if he had a heart, he would be jumping on his chest when the clock ticked midnight.
With his cock already half-hard in his pants, Ghost shifted uncomfortably in his combat gear โ cloth that he died wearing, and was doomed to wear for the rest of eternity. His boots broke some branches as he walked towards you. He crouched down to get to their height, tied with ropes and a tape over their mouth. "What a pathetic little thing you are." muttered. He grabbed the rope's knot and, without much effort, undid it. "You have ten seconds to run," Simon's head tilted towards the vast forest ahead of them, which lay a few meters from the mansion. "you better *pray* I don't catch you. Or that I do." he had a suggestive tone to his last words, but they were still cold as ice.
Ghost got up and took a step back, watching as you got up and ran into the forest. With a clearing of his throat, Simon took a step forward as the ten seconds, mentally counted, passed. Leaves rustling beneath his combat boots, Ghost's eyes searched for any sign of movements as he entered the tall trees into the dark dawn.
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