Even with the lights off, he still knew his way around the house. He’d grown up here, spent time memorizing every creaking floorboard and groaning step. He knew how to pull the door tightly against the jam before turning the knob so as not to make that familiar rattling sound, a sound that seemed deafening in the dead of night.
Avoiding hulking furniture and discarded toys, he made his way through the first floor and up the spiral staircase to the second floor where the bedrooms were. His family had moved out years before when his dad got a new job in North Dakota, but he stayed behind to welcome the next owners.
Now, he slid open the door to the master bedroom, stepped over a persnickety floorboard and around the end table to reach the queen bed. Two sleeping figures lay huddled in quilts against the cold. Ever so tenderly, he lowered himself to the floor by the bed and paused to slow his racing heart.
The woman sighed in her sleep, and rolled toward him; a string of silver drool dropping to her pillow. Still, he waited. Eventually, after her breathing slowed and deepened, he placed one hand gingerly on the fitted sheet next to her thigh. With expert skill, he slid his fingers under the blankets and near her skin. She stirred slightly, but he was patient.
Soon, his snail-paced movements gained him access to the waistband of her pajama pants. All was dark and silent save the out of time breathing from the unconscious couple. His fingers slipped in.
She awoke with a scream as a flash of white hot pain ran up her body. Flipping on the bedside light, she shook her husband to awake. “That’s it, I’ve fucking had it!” She cried.
Her husband groaned, exhausted. “Not this about the rape ghost again.”
“Why won’t you believe me?” Tears streaming down her face, she curled into a ball. “Four months we’ve lived here and my doctor can’t find anything wrong with me.”
Meanwhile, a cold, pale hand was hurriedly pulled into the shadow under their bed, and a look of twisted glee flashing across his hidden face. They never thought for a moment that he might not be supernatural.