10:15 AM

It was an exciting Monday morning for Tera. After a long, stressful probate process, she was moving into her mother’s home, north of Aspen, which had been handed down through the family for many generations. Her mother’s death came not as a shock to Tera, but as a relief. Her constant dependence, narcissism, and abuse had plagued their relationship until Tera’s early twenties.  Despite the bad memories, the home provided a strong sense of tranquility. 

The beautiful, Victorian farmhouse stood surrounded by twenty acres of unkempt grass and trees. Tera’s mother was ill and struggled to maintain the home, especially the land. The once lively farm, full of animals and crops, was now a derelict plot of weeds and rusty equipment.  Tera’s mom was no farmer, let alone a housekeeper, and the property was ripe with potential. It was a great opportunity for Tera to break the cycle of struggle and poverty in her family.

A sex worker at fifteen, Tera struggled throughout her life. She lived from hotel to hotel, walking the streets and gambling with her safety. Without a good relationship with her mother and a lack of close family, she had to take care of herself, which she did well. Tera was a tough twenty-seven-year-old woman. She stood just over five-five, and her one-hundred-and-sixty-pound body filled out her thick, curvy frame. Her long black hair and gothic tattoos on her hands and neck added a bit of extra toughness to her appearance.

Tera stood in the driveway of the home. Memories of her mother flowed through her head- both good and bad. Her mother’s struggle with addiction and her father’s early death provided a sense of unease, which was almost offset by the newfound security and stability of her inheritance. Not only does she no longer need to worry about rent, but she can also provide safe in-calls for her clients. Tera also grasped onto the idea of getting out of the industry altogether and being a legitimate business owner, having a family, and breaking the terrible traditions of suffering that plagued her family.

The key grinded as it entered the old, tattered doorknob. Tera entered the living room; the sound of rickety floorboards was accompanied by the smell of the rotting wood. It was exactly as one might imagine a dilapidated farmhouse. The house was void of art, photos, and style, an expected characteristic of her mother’s lifestyle. Despite the home being professionally cleaned, the stench of her mother never fully left.

Tera placed her suitcase at the entrance and walked toward the kitchen, placing her purse on the small, round dining table. She flipped a switch near the back door, turning on a chandelier over the table. Flipping another switch that lit up the staircase, she proceeded to climb. Three bedrooms sat to the left of the landing- and the master to the right.

“Of course,” she said to herself as she opened the doors to the empty bedrooms. Having no family meant her mother had no need for furniture, not even beds. Her mother sold all her stuff for drug money, so she didn’t even need to store boxes. Tera arrived in the master bedroom, which had a large king bed. The walk-in closet was full of her mother’s clothes. The room smelled foul. Years of smoking had merged into the walls, curtains, and carpet. “These curtains have got to go. And the clothes, of course,” she said to herself. If she were going to live in the house, she would have to do some serious work.

Luckily, between her bank account and the small amount of money her mom had left, she had about nine hundred dollars, which should get her cleaning supplies and food for the rest of the month. Tera was resourceful, but now she was a homeowner and had some serious maintenance to do on the place. She got to work by cleaning and airing out the rooms- hoping the smell would eventually disappear.

10:27 PM ~ Experimentation

That night, Tera slept on the couch. The bedroom smell was too strong, and due to her mother’s corpse, the bedding had to be thrown away during cleaning. There were no blankets anywhere in the home, but fortunately, the heater worked, which kept the house toasty as the night came closer. Tera had lain down on the couch and listened to the dead silence of the farmhouse. The occasional tick of the thermostat and the hum of the furnace were all that could be heard. The chandelier above the table was the only light downstairs. The slight orange glow in a field of darkness provided a nighttime environment that Tera was familiar with.

Tera closed her eyes for a moment. Suddenly, a chill rushed through her body as an ice-cold breeze touched her neck. Her eyes opened, and she looked around the room but saw nothing. Her attempt to slowly drift off during the next few minutes was again interrupted. A sharp sensation jolted through her body and lingered in her breasts and inner thighs. Like nothing she has felt before, it tingled. It almost felt arousing if only she were not so scared.

“What the fuck is that?” she whispered to herself. “I must be getting sick.”

Tera curled up on the couch. As the feeling faded, she began to slowly drift off again.

3:00 AM

“Ah fuck!” Tera screamed, waking up from her sleep to the same burning sensation. This time, it was much more intense and deep between her legs. Her heart fluttered at the intense wave of arousal and pain. It was almost orgasmic. After about fifteen seconds, it disappeared. “What the fuck is happening to me?” she mumbled. Tera continued to stare at the wall, waiting for the feeling to return. Several minutes passed before she began to drift off again.

Then another jolt. “Ahh!” she screamed. The sensation came back as a stronger and more painful burning sensation, followed by a climax. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Tera panicked, sitting up on the couch. She explored around her thighs and groin only to realize that she was wet. She smelled her fingers, confirming the liquid was hers.

“It seemed so real,” she said to herself. Tera assumed it was a wet dream, perhaps a rather lucid dream that bled into her awake state. Tera lay back down, slowly touching herself beneath her panties. The strange climax and realization that it was a dream had made her yearn for more. She proceeded to rub herself and tease her slick folds, quickly bringing back a wonderful sensation.

“Ow, fuck!” another sudden jolt. As Tera approached her self-induced climax, the feeling returned and coursed through her body. The pain and climax were more intense than before, causing her to gush inside her clothes. Tera concluded that this was not a dream.

“Why is this happening?” Tera said, struggling to catch her breath.

7:00 AM ~ Euphoric Discovery

Tera’s alarm startled her awake. After several hours of strange dreams, she woke up confused and tired, lying on the floor naked. She was skeptical of ghosts, but the very real experience made her question her sanity. What else could it be? She thought. With the remnants of her climax still drying on the couch, Tera sat up for a moment and collected her outfit before heading to the shower.

Throughout the day, Tera cleaned. She bonded with the house through her hard work. She started to become used to the smells and sounds, however, she avoided the bedroom. By the end of the day, the downstairs was spotless. Anything that didn’t require an expensive remodel was clean and sanitized. Several trips to the store had also built up a collection of cleaning supplies, toiletries, and food. The house started to look like a home. She also had a new blanket and pillow, which she believed would make the night a little less strange.

9:50 PM

Tera collapsed on the couch, which was dry and freshly cleaned. She fluffed the new pillow and spread out the blanket. “Now we’re talking.” Tera stretched out and allowed her mind to settle in. The familiar sounds of the house had stolen her attention away from the day, and she began to relax.

 “Fuck!” The familiar jolt, more intense but less painful, followed immediately by a powerful climax.

“Ow, fuck, why?” she moaned as her panties quickly became drenched. Tera’s heart pounded. She became convinced that the house was indeed haunted, but she was still confused. Why was it like this? Why pleasure and no pain? Why orgasms?

As the jolts continued, Tera stopped fighting them. By now, the pain was gone, and she was left only with intense pleasure and body-shaking orgasms. Tera removed her clothes and sprawled out on the floor. She began to touch herself. She played with her nipples and caressed her breasts, waiting for the next jolt to attack her.

“Fuck!” Tera yelled, spreading her legs as the sensation came back. Tera pulled her legs back, allowing her womanly juices to gush from her body. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed. She screamed as the most intense climax she had ever felt nearly caused her to black out. The burning sensation lingered, and so did her orgasm, an uncontrollable spasm that resembled a seizure had prevented her from doing anything but wait.

10:30 PM ~ Tolerance

The events did not subside, and neither did Tera. Bent over on the floor in a puddle with her bottom in the air, she braced herself for every intense explosion of pleasure that seemed to return every five minutes. Each time it hit, she would get knocked over, shaking and convulsing in pure pleasure, only to get back up and prepare for the next wave. By now, she had no liquid left in her, but the orgasms continued. Tera remained in position, arched and ready, her pussy dilated, red, and raw. She did not want it to stop. Never stop.

3:00 AM

Tera remained on the floor. Her nude body shriveled in her wetness. She was on her side, allowing the sensations to continue, which were now less frequent. She also reacted less to them, simply taking a deep breath with each attack. Tera had reached a euphoric state where she could barely move but also chose not to. She knew that she had surpassed the surprise state of intense orgasms, but yearned for more pleasure.

8:00 AM

The events had subsided, but Tera continued to wait. “Please. Please keep going,” she said. Several minutes passed with no sensations. Tera sat up and looked around the floor, then up at the walls. “Please, whoever you are, please keep going. Please fuck me!” Tera cried. Tera slapped herself in the face. “Come on!” she yelled, “I need to feel more!”

Another sensation hit her. Tera fell flat on the ground, losing consciousness.

1:00 PM

Tera woke up to a headache accompanied by nausea and soreness. She slowly stood up and headed to the shower, which was much needed, along with a double dose of medication for her headache. After getting dressed, Tera made herself a ham sandwich and sat at the kitchen table, looking at the large puddle in the living room as she ate. “What the fuck is up with me?” she said.

After finishing her lunch, Tera decided to get out of the house to reset. She was a regular at a local dive bar and knew it was the perfect place to free her mind, socialize, and possibly pick up some extra cash from her regular clients.

9:00 PM ~ Abuse

Tera returned home from a busy evening with friends. She had a few drinks but was far from her usual drunk-stumbling state. She felt relaxed. She felt happy. She felt horny.

Tera lit some candles above the fireplace. “I’m ready!” she said as she stripped and plopped down on the couch. “Fuck me, ghost!”

Tera laughed as she heard her own ridiculous plead, but she was serious. “Come on, big boy. Come get this pussy!” she said, spreading her legs and rubbing herself. After a moment of silence, the sensation returned. “Yes!” yelled Tera as the feeling crept up her spine, into her arms. This time, the feeling was in her entire body. An intense climax raced through her thighs, up into her chest, and out through her head and limbs. The body-shaking orgasm lingered for several minutes.

This doesn’t seem right, thought Tera. The most intense orgasm of her life, both pleasurable and frightening, was not ending. The lingering euphoria was accompanied by a slight pressure in her hands. Tera panted, leaking once again from her gushing climax and unable to control her body.

Looking down, Tera noticed her fingers were twisting and bending. Each digit curled like a corkscrew, becoming tangled with the others. The horrifying vision brought no pain. Tera panicked, still unable to control herself. She could only wait and watch as the intense sexual torture and horrific visions played through. “What the fuck?”

The sensation came back again, this time twisting her hands and arms, but still without pain. Her feet and legs twisted afterward. “No, no stop!” yelled Tera. The intense burning orgasm hit her core as she lay paralyzed on the floor. Her legs and torso were now twisted. Her bones cracked and broke under intense pressure, but still, there was no pain.

Tera could no longer breathe. Her mangled body lay knotted on the floor as the orgasms subsided. Tera looked up at the fireplace one last time as the candles dimmed to darkness.

10:30 AM

The next morning, there was a knock on the door, but there was nobody to answer it.

“It’s unlocked, I’m gonna head on inside,” said the man as he opened the door.

“Watcha see, Rick?” said another man over the radio.

“Jesus, Tom, you need to come see this. This place is a fucking mess.” Rick said over his radio. “Looks like a fucking hoarder lives here, and it smells fucking terrible.”

“I’m on my way, give me ten,” replied Tom.

Rick stops in the living room. “Holy shit, Tom, I found her," he said, shining his flashlight towards the couch.

“Yeah? And?”

“She’s been dead a while,” Rick said, slowly approaching Tera's corpse.

“Any idea how she died?”

“Yeah, pretty good idea,” Rick said, looking down at a small pile of garbage and paraphernalia next to Tera. “Lots of drugs- the hard shit”

“Oh, great, just like her mom,” said Tom.

“Yeah, poor girl. I’ll call the coroner.”