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Ah fuck it heres chapter 1 and 2 bitches be warned i was fucking high.
Haunted
Chapter-1
It was a year and 10 days since he took his life. She remembers that daywhere she discovered his corpse. Blood and bone splattered the walls. Gun laid in cold entwined cold fingers. Everyday atleast one time she relives that its seared into memory. Her master lay dead.
She was standing there. Lost in a nightmare that simply will not leave her. Time stood still every time she lived in that dream. What broke her trance was a thud. Then her coffee flew. An orange kitten woke her back to reality. He mewed...feeding time. Ignoring the the dripping coffee from the counter. "Oh Garfield!" She murmered glad to be woken up; She turned away from him as he apathetically groomed his paws sullied from the spilled coffee. She opened the plastic box containing the food he desperately craves and filled his bowl.
As soon as he heard the clink of the glass hitting the floor Garfield lept mewwing and dug in. Happy she distracted her bouncy bounding kitten she went back to the counter and sighed. She reached for the wash cloth and preceded to mop up the mess. Happy as she was to finally have a playful presence in the house finally the air still hanged on her heavy. It was almost oppressive dominating a darkness that simply wouldn't leave. She couldn't really relax because she felt like she was being watched. Strange things has be happening as well.
Like for example when she was home from grocery shopping she bought a bottle of wine placed it on it on the counter. When she turned around to go and place the rest in the fridge it flew off and hit the wall. Or some how Garfield would hiss and then hide from the empty lounge chair. Cigarettes when placed down in an easily found place would go missing. Lately she would wake in the morning with boot marks on her body.
She walked to the bathroom and stripped. The boot mark was on her ass this time. A flaming red mark on creamy white flesh reflected in the mirror. She pulled her hair from her bun long blonde hair fell in voluminous waves. Her blue eyes examined the mirror. Then she walked to the giant tub and preceded to turn on the water. Steam rose up. She poured some bubble bath. She went back to the mirror.
She looked into it and for a brief second she saw him behind her. His piercing angry eyes staring back. Dark black coals with anger. She gasped and turned nothing there. Her heart thudded. Her breathing quickened. She covered her mouth.
"It can't be...it isnt real..." she spoke, despite the warm steam filling up the room there was a chill "Its just stress...your just having stress" she tried to reassure herself. The chill got worse she shivered. She was frozen the chill filled her. Her breathing slowed she closed her eyes. Then she broke the spell "ENOUGH!" She screamed. The chill evaporated. She breathed. "I WILL..NOT LIVE LIKE THIS!" She continued.
She shook her head and slipped in the bath. The air still weighing her down. Her skin flushed with heat and rage heart thudded. Andreline coursing through her veins. "I. Will. Not. Live. Like. This!" She hissed through clenched teeth. Despite the chill being gone dominance hung in the air. It weighed down her soul with crushing oppressive force. For a year and ten days she felt locked in a prison. A prison of despair and sorrow at first. When she found her master dead after he took his own life she mourned and contemplated following him to the grave. Then time passed despite her sorrow anger took over. She was angry and bitter. Hardened like a battle wounded soldier. He abandoned her he selfishly abandoned her despite her love and devotion to him. For months she cried. She screamed. She raged. Now she accepted it despite the pain she was ready to move on.
Thats when the prison closed in and the weird happenings started. She remembered when he said she was his property for life. Did that mean till death do they part? She thought this as she toyed with the bubbles with her fingertips. This was just stress she was seeing things.
She sighed..she was going out sick from work that day she had to take her medication. To calm her nerves after she bathed she got her cellphone and dialed the number. Like a robot she reported she wasnt going to make because she had to xanax and she wasnt going to be functional after she took it.
She then reached her robe wraped herself in it reached for the glass on the sink and then filled it water. She went to the cabinet pulled her medication opened it and instinctively popped the pill in her mouth. Hastily she chugged the water and down it went.
She then went into bed and Garfield joined her.
She lied on her side buried in a blanket and petted Garfield as he settled down belly full he fell asleep instantly purring. She focused on petting him until blessed sleep came for her as well.
Closing her eyes she fell into a deep tranquil sleep. Peace enveloped her at last a brief respite. Yet little did she knew she was going to a wake up to a nightmare.
Chapter 2
The xanax put the girl out for the entire day well into the evening. When the clock struck 12 am in the dark thats when the door between the world of living and the the dead become open to each other. Ghosts can manifest themselves in a numerous amounts of ways. Whether through a mirror or radio waves or fire or smoke. When one is haunted the energy is always there. Its irrelevant whether a spirit chooses to make themselves known animals and some individuals can sense their presence. Sometimes its a borne talent to see the dead, sometimes its a bind stronger than death.
The girl awoke from her slumber; she breathed slowly. She felt hot. Garfield was gone. She closed her eyes and felt hot. Her body felt hot all over. Even most intimate parts ached. She threw the covers away and remove her robe. There was a chill her nipples hardened and slowly she let a soft moan. Her nectar flowed as her intimates grew flushed with need. She bit her lip as she kneeled and toyed with her breasts. Her pussy leaked as she let her own hands toy with her body. She then laid back down and rubbed her swollen clit...her hole gushed more seeping delicious juices.
She flushed as her body responded animalistically. She moaned as she rubbed harder and faster...her clit responding by throbbing intensely. She moaned agonizgly in need as her pussy swelled in her arousal. Before she knew it she cried out in heat as she could endure no longer. She orgasmed with such intensity she gushed creating a puddle. Melting she breathed in and out in bliss. She closed her eyes.
She turned over. Letting her climax come down. The light was on in the dining room. She left it on. She enjoyed the quiet with eyes closed. Then after some time she heard footsteps. Her back was turned away from the door. The air grew colder and she froze. Her heart thudded she shot up back still turned but before she could make a dash for it cold hands grabbed her.
"Nooo!" She cried she struggled but the grip was like iron. She felt someone against her. "No please no!" She cried as futilely she struggled but a hand was placed over her mouth. The lights flickered on. Mouth covered eyes darted around she glanced up and saw that familiar face scowling at her. "Shhh..no ones being murdered here..." he tsked almost in an exhasperated sigh. His body felt cold as fear took over her. This. Can't. Be. Real. He laid her forcefully on the bed. He pinned her down with his body weight. He removed his hand to pin her wrists down. She struggled fruitlessly against. "Get off me...this has to be a dream...get off!" She cried struggling. He laughed his deep voice filling. "Its not a dream...its real..." he replied matter of factly. She struggled his body feeling cold against.
He spread her legs...revealing her glistening wet pussy covered in hair. He scowled. "Didn't I tell you to fucking shave your pussy pet?!" He asked angerily as he preceded to slap her pussy. He hit hard and she started to cry "What does it matter?! Your fucking dead!" She retorted through hot tears "Fuck stop it! " she cried as the slaps grew harder and harder "Stop!"
Her pussy at this point was growing red from the abuse. "Dont you remember? You fucking shot yourself...." she cried the pain growing intense " This has to be a dream this can't be real..." she whimpered.
"SHUT UP!" He responded "Do not distrespect your master!" His touch felt cold as he spread her pussy. She blushed hotly and squirmed underneath his touch. He procceded to pinch her clit she cried. "Stop please stop!" She cried as he toyed with her clit. Before she knew it she grew hot underneath his touch. "Pleasse..." as her cries melted into moans. She blinked hoping to wake up. Nothing. His hand was around her neck squeezing in a vice lock grip.
Her breathing hastened as he rubbed her clit her body responding instinctively to his touch. Despite the absurdity of the situation. When her juices started flowing laid down on top of her pinning her with all his strength. His eyes black as coal, his tanned skin had become ash. She can see his veins. Black as if he was pulled from the grave. She struggled..his scent smelled of death. His mouth reached not for her lips but sank down on her breasts teeth sinking deep in to her tender flesh. She screamed loudly the pain hurt her. "Oh dear god stop please stop please..." he didn't respond only sank his teeth deeper breaking the skin and drawing blood. Tears fell, as she cried. When he withdrew his mouth her flesh was red and bleeding.
He smiled darkly and slapped her face. " All those months you've cried your pathetic eyes out...missing me.." he whispered "You say you loved me...yet bound to earth I've watched you and you've disobeyed me....how dare you disrespect your master?"
"You-you..." her voice trembled "You killed yourself...you've been dead to me. I found your body. I saw the gruesome scene. You selfishly killed yourself....how can I be obedient to man that's no longer of this world?"
He slapped her in response. Her cheek stinging. He got off and scrambled to the other side of the bed. There was a rosary on the the night stand she grabbed it and clunged to it for dear life.
"BE GONE!" She screamed as he moved towards her she shoved it in her face " I. Said. BEGONE!"
He grabbed her wrist.
Her breathing quickened; his voice softened "Unfortunately I can't do that...now obey me for once and this will all be over."
"No..." she replied "Begone...please be gone..." he sighed and pulled her closer to him. "PET. Obey me." He spoke as he laid her gently on the bed. He spread her legs " This will be over soon."
He unzipped his dirty jeans to reveal a rigid hard big manhood. She shook her head no. As he laid on top of her she can felt the tip of it against her opening. "No...please no..." she begged, "This is wrong...whatever you've become this is unatural...im not a necrophile.."
"LISTEN!" He pleaded "I need this...I cant explain pet; but I simply need this..."
"No..." she spoke. He ignored her. Then with out grace he slammed into her. She screamed as he tore through her; his cock felt cold. He stretched her painfully. With out much imput he grunted; she felt unbelievably tight. Her tears flowed anew. He slid a bit out only leaving the tip in her then brutally thrusted in again hitting her cerix. She cried in agony as her insides spiked in pain. He pinned her down with all his weight. He picked up the pace. She cried as his thrusts grew more intense. He went faster starting to pound away at her tender flesh. He went faster as she quietly cried almost trying to fuck her womb. Harder and harder he rode her. Then when she could endure no more he climaxed silently with in her.
His seed felt even colder. He seemed to fill her up to the brim. When he pulled out she was leaking seed. She was frozen in shock. This had to be a dream this couldn't be real.
He scowled.
"From now own you will obey me...as if I was still alive." He commanded "No more disobedience or next time I come it will be worse..."
He paused.
She looked away.
"Well? Answer me..." he yelled pulling her hair forcing her to look at him; " Yes Sir.." she whimpered wanting this to be over. He removed his grip off her hair. Before long she fell asleep.
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2019-05-11 at 4:07 PM UTC
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Got into a fight
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im thinking ghost is an adult and doesn't need to stay doped up on seroquel at his parents house 24/7 like a child
you need some ice for that burn, goat boi?
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Posting this here because I made it in response to a 2 day old facebook comment nestled firmly in the middle of a bunch of other facebook comments and nobody will ever find it to appreciate it despite the fact that it deserves recognition for being such a masterpiece.
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I'm sorry everyone. I fail at life.741090
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FAGGOT ASS NIGGER LEARN HOW TO CODE.741096
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FAGGOT ASS NIGGER LEARN HOW TO CODE.741090
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Originally posted by Ghost
SHE you bigot!
Yup i think somones hitting the drugs a little to early tonight.
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Users have already left because of the dic pics. You're partly responsible for that, because you refuse to be fair to infinityshock and you practically make him post them to try and get back on. What will you do when he starts posting pics of creamy, fresh shits, or, say, piles of fresh vomit, or piles of squirming maggots, or kiddie pics? The userbase won't put up with that. You'll have to close reg, and then users would start cannibalizing each other.
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2019-05-10 at 1:23 AM UTC
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Go fuc yourself you sick bastard , we don't want to see dead dogs. I'd rather see you get murked than a fucking dog.
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Finny appreciation thread.
Originally posted by Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country
Not within our AUP anyway.
Most of your posts don't make any fucking sense. What the fuck is wrong with you?
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2019-05-09 at 6:44 PM UTC
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So im leaving NiS for good
Bye dont let the door hit ya on the ass on the way out! Attention whore.
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I wonder if it's legal to mail CP(carnivorous plants) using CP(canada post).
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Enough talk. Just post pics.
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500 post celebration thread
Originally posted by Sophie
I know this pic. She's cute and all but instead of trying to look like a woman, with high heels and make up, she should dress more child like. I prefer my lolis to look like lolis. But that's of course my personal preference and your mileage may vary.
Lolis are evil.look at tanya from youjo senki!
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Originally posted by -mal-
John Jocke was a historical figure I’m pretty sure.
Want to suck my dick again?
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pogroming for shekels
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Originally posted by -mal-
Get to work lammy. You have your next hackathon project.
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Want to go for a ride again?
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