Message-ID: <5225eli$9710281115@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kim Subject: {ASS} Going Home -- A ghost story for Halloween (F/M romantic, ghost) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971028130028.141.qmail@nym.alias.net> Going Home By Kim This is a bittersweet love story. There is precious little sex in it and it's probably not what you were expecting a Halloween ghost story to be. What can I say? I'm like that. Dedicated to my father. We will meet again, I know it. Going Home I suddenly snapped out of the daydream I'd been having. Funny thing was I couldn't remember a second of it. I looked about me in growing puzzlement. I didn't recognize the place I was in at all. I was sitting in a corner of a small room. There was a single bed in the center of the opposite wall, and a door to the left. I was about to get up and look around, to try and explain the confusion, when the door opened. In came Rob, my boyfriend, and another man. Ah, now we were getting somewhere. I stood up to greet my beloved. He ignored me. I was about to say something, aggrieved that I should be treated in this way, when the other man lifted up the sheet on the bed. I hadn't even noticed there was someone on it. As I thought about it, lots of things seemed quite strange to me. I gasped and took a step back, bringing my hand involuntarily to my mouth. The woman on the bed was me. Or at least an identical twin. I looked to Rob, to see if he could explain any of this. He closed his eyes and nodded. The other man dropped the sheet back over the woman. "Oh Kim," was all Rob said. "If it's any consolation, it would have been very quick. She didn't suffer," the other man said. "A trick heart valve. Who knew? It would have hit her like a train!" he continued. Rob looked at him steadily. "I'm... I'm sorry. I know that must seem insensitive. I meant nothing by it," he said. "I'd like to be alone with her, if that's alright?" Rob said. "Sure. Take as long as you like" the other man said, as he turned and left me and Rob on our own. "What's happening?" I asked Rob. Again he ignored me. He pulled back the sheet and stroked my double's hair from her serene face. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "W... What's happening Rob?" I tried again. He didn't respond this time either. He carefully pulled the woman's hand free and held it to his forehead. I was getting annoyed now and was about to push him, to get him to respond, when great sobs wracked his body. Tears streamed down his face. I went to comfort him and tried to wrap my arms around him. I didn't know who this woman was, but Rob was in pain, I couldn't stand by. As I touched him I felt a strange tingling and my hands just sort of slid off. I tried again, but this time on the back of his neck. His hair brushed to one side, but then repositioned itself back to where it had been. Rob briefly looked up and stroked the back of his head unconsciously. "Oh God Kim, why'd you have to go and get yourself dead?" he wept. "You dumb, stupid bitch, you always got things wrong," he whispered. I stepped back. I would have been in shock under normal circumstances, but I could feel my mind getting slippery. I shook my head to try and clear it. "ROB!" I screamed as loud as I could. He didn't hear me. "I'm dead, aren't I?" I said in a small voice. He didn't answer. * * * We rode back home in the taxi in silence. It was odd. Here I now was, living one of my most cherished daydreams, that of becoming invisible, and it wasn't as much fun as I'd hoped it would be. We'd left the hospital soon after he'd identified my body. It had been arranged that my mother and one of my brothers would collect my body and bury me near my father. I tried to get emotional about it all, but it seemed that part of my brain had died with me. I seemed on a perfectly even keel. Not bad, considering I was dead I suppose. I did seem to be able to get mildly annoyed, but that was about it. I still felt concern for Rob's emotional state, but he seemed to have recovered from his earlier sorrow. It was becoming tiresome having to move so quickly to avoid being trapped behind doors. I tried pushing on things but the strange tingle and sideways slide always frustrated me. Nobody could see or hear me. The novelty was already getting tiresome. One thing I did discover was that if I thought things were weird, well they got a whole lot weirder if I moved away from Rob any appreciable distance. Walking alongside Rob, down the hospital corridors, I'd felt an urge to scream obscenities into a passing priest's ear, but the silly joke soon palled. He couldn't hear me, so what was the point? I felt much better when we arrived back at our house. I felt calm and at home. Which, of course, is what I was. I found I could wander the house at will, provided the doors were left open, and not get the usual weirdness I experienced when being away from Rob. * * * It had been three months since my death. Rob had finally stopped crying himself to sleep every night. I had lain with him most nights, but I found even if I closed my eyes and really tried to concentrate I just couldn't sleep. I had tried to cuddle him but it didn't work. I either slid off, or just irritated him like some spectral mosquito. I hadn't gone to the funeral. It seemed too ghoulish somehow. He'd left all my things just as they had been when I'd last used them. He didn't disturb a thing. Watching him so intimately and unobserved had only reaffirmed just why I loved this man. He never did anything that wasn't thoughtful, or gentle. One morning I returned from trying uselessly to do something in the kitchen for his breakfast, when I found him having a shower. Now that in itself wasn't that unusual. But today, for the first time since my death, he was masturbating. I smiled and went to join him in the shower. I had long since given up trying to remove my clothes. The buttons and zips simply didn't work anymore. I would wear this green silk blouse and my faded denims for eternity it seemed. It could have been worse. Had he not had his eyes shut he would have seen the water taking a strange route to the ground. It slid off me like mercury. I only had to step out and shake myself slightly to be dry again. I licked along the length of his penis. It was like licking the terminals of a battery, but I didn't mind. He stopped using his hand and I managed to get my lips around it's engorged head. He moaned. I pumped. I had no idea what would happen if I attempted to swallow, but I was willing to give it a try. "I miss you so much my sweet Kim. I'm so sorry. I've let you down," he moaned. He brought his hand up to his penis and gave a final rub. I pulled back before his hand touched me. The semen slid off my forehead down into the shower base. It was a trick I wished I'd learned in life. I looked up smiling at the first sexual relief I thought my love had had in three months. His head was in his hands and he was sobbing. I got up and left him to cry in privacy. It didn't turn out to be the tender loving moment I had hoped for. * * * It had now been seven months. I had learned to switch the television on by concentrating hard and pushing the buttons on the remote by sneaking up on them from opposite directions. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. I had contemplated trying to get back on-line but it was too exhausting to even get the thing switched on, so I gave up. It was a pity, because one of my friends had once described me as a Ghost in the Machine. I smiled sadly. I missed them all so much. Every morning before going to work, Rob stood a moment by a picture of me and kissed his finger and pressed it to my photographic lips. I would blow him a kiss in return. I avoided mirrors while he was there. Several times I stood near him while he shaved and he would suddenly turn round and look directly at me. He'd looked bewildered a moment, shake his head and slowly turn back to the mirror. Quite why he would catch a glimpse in the reflection I didn't know. I decided to keep out of view, it seemed unnecessarily cruel to keep haunting him that way. I didn't much care for mirrors period, even when he wasn't there. My skin had taken on a permanent pallid tone, that no amount of pinching would return to it's previous color. My blue eyes were now a faded pale hue and my hair's chestnut sheen was now a dull light brown. Being dead does nothing for your looks. Today was different. Rob looked at my photograph for many moments longer than usual. He picked it up and brushed an imaginary speck of dust away from my smiling, frozen face. "I will love you always. You know that don't you?" he said to my picture. "Yes," I said, though I knew he wouldn't hear. He put the picture back down and left for work. I wondered why the change of routine. I spent the day as usual, leisurely walking the house. It gave me such a sense of calm and well being. For some reason I couldn't explain, I never got bored. In the afternoon I settled down to watch some television. It washed over me and I felt content. In the evening Rob began to cook his dinner. It seemed overly elaborate to me. It wasn't until he laid out the dining room table for two places that I knew we would have company. He went and showered and changed. At eight o'clock the doorbell rang. Rob checked himself in the mirror and opened the door. It was Rachel, one of his colleagues at work. She was charmingly dressed, as if they were going out for the evening. I could see Rob was nervous. Rachel too, it seemed to me. He took her coat and asked if she'd like a drink. While he was away in the kitchen, getting her a whiskey, Rachel slowly wandered about the living room looking at everything. I walked beside her watching what she was doing. She was very attractive and sure of herself. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy, but it didn't last long. Rob returned carrying the two drinks and handed one to Rachel. "Is that Kim over there?" she asked. I thought for a moment she could see me, but I realized she was referring to my picture. "Yes," Rob's voice cracked slightly. Rachel turned to Rob and put a hand on his arm. "I know I'll never replace her. I wouldn't want to," she said. Rob's lip trembled slightly. I thought he was going to lose it, but he managed to smile. "It's not been an easy seven months," he said. She smiled and leant up to him and kissed him on the cheek. His arms went round her and they held each other. For the first time since my death, I felt an uncontrolled emotion. I was so happy for Rob I started to cry and laugh at the same time. * * * I must have fallen asleep or something because I awoke to find myself walking along the edge of a beautiful lake. A gentle warm breeze was blowing and I felt wonderful. I stopped and squatted down by the edge of the lake. The sun was glinting across the water. Marveling at its fragmented beauty, I played my hand through the reflections. A swan moved closer to see if there was any chance of some food. I held up my hands to show it I had none. It tossed its head haughtily and swam away. I smiled after it. I stood up and continued my walk along the bank. There was a man sat on a bench looking out across the water. A large old dog sat patiently next to him on the ground. "Hello Kim," he said, smiling. I realized it was my father. "Daddy!" I whooped with joy and ran over to him. He stood up and we hugged. Neither of us spoke for ages. Eventually I let him go, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand. I bent down and hugged Ben, my dad's dog. I hadn't seen him in twenty years. He licked my face and barked. I stood up and smiled at my father. "It seems your boyfriend has managed to overcome that profound grief of his. It's what kept you here, you know," he said. "I'm so happy for him," I said, still wiping away some tears. "Let's go home, Kim," my father said. I nodded and we hugged again. Arm in arm, we set off for home. The End I sure as hell can't claim any of this is true. I'd just like to think it might be like this. Oh, btw, this isn't the end of Kim. This is what they call a fantasy, so don't worry, Kim's adventures will continue. Please note, this is not in the public domain. I will consider any request for placement on a web site, but NOT commercial sites. Kim October 1997 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /