Chapter One

I sat on the floor of my bedroom in front of my mirror. It was the morning and the first day of November. Outside, the autumn leaves were wet from last night’s storm and soon, neighbors would begin replacing their Halloween decorations with Thanksgiving. There was a clatter from the kitchen. My mother was home from her overnight shift.

I woke in awoke in my bed this morning, both sore and confused. As soon as my memories came back to me, I fell to the floor and rushed to the mirror. My finger poked at my cheek before rubbing over my lips. Everything felt normal, but was it all me? Leaning closer to the mirror, my breath fogged the glass as I stared deeper into my eyes. The chestnut color of my iris darkened and then twitched. An orange flare of plasma liquid cut across my eyes, circling like lava spiraling down an erupting volcano.

Are you there? I thought to myself. My voice was a whisper in my mind.

“Of course, darling…” I said aloud to my reflection. A wicked smile grew on my lips and while I did recognize my voice, the words were not mine. I scurried back away from the mirror. My feet kicked off the carpet as I crab walked to the back corner of my room. Hugging my knees to my chest, I rocked back and forth trying to decide if this was the real world or not.

Relax, love. We have a lifetime to get to know each other…

Chapter Two

I never believed in magic, ghosts, or demons, but then my daddy started to change. The loving father and husband developed a dark side to him. For 18 years he’s raised me to be the girl I am today. The college freshman who had just started university classes. I used to want to become a nurse. Now, I’m not so sure what my future holds.

It started a couple of months ago when I first started college. Weird noises came from his office. Chanting sounds. A humming that made me curious about what he was working on. Mom and I both knew better than to go into his office. No one went in there. Dad had a lot of unique hobbies. He loved to travel to ancient burial grounds, haunted lands, and he collected weird old books. It was something mom always teased him about, and he always took it well but never elaborated on what was in the books.

Then, one night there was a tremor in the ground. It was a small shake that could barely register as an earthquake. I happened to be awake and reading in my bedroom, otherwise I probably would have slept through it. Exiting my bed, I went to see if Mom and Dad felt it but their bedroom door was closed, the lights turned off. Daddy’s office lights were on though. I could see the yellow glow beneath the door and the dark shadow pace back and forth as Daddy walked by.

What is he doing up so late? It’s 3am?

I heard a strange scratching noise coming from inside and inched closer to the door. I didn’t know why but my heart was racing as if I neared a giant crocodile. Licking my lips, I placed an ear to the door and held my breath and could hear talking.

Is he on the phone? No, it sounds like he’s talking to himself.

“…daughter will be next—” were the last words I heard before he abruptly went silent.

I had pressed my ear against the door too hard, and the wood groaned. I gasped and backed away from the door quickly. The black shadow beneath the door neared and overtook all the light and I quickly ran on my tiptoes back to my bed and leaped under the covers. My eyes were shut, and I was holding my breath by the time my father’s heavy footsteps stomped into my room.

I had felt him stare at me several times in my life, and it never felt like this before. The man was like gravity, and he sucked everything toward him. It took everything for me not to open my eyes and look at him. At one point, he stepped to my bed and leaned over me. I felt the heat of his body and face inches above me; I heard his nose sniff up and down my being as if he was an animal tasting my scent to see if I was good meal.

When he finally left my room, there was a release so sharp in my chest that I thought I could pass out instantly. I had never been so anxious in my life. But why? It was just my dad, right?

But why was Daddy sniffing me?

The next day I noticed he started wearing different clothes. Better, um, looking clothes.

Daddy was always in a good shape, he went to the gym daily and played basketball years ago in college, but the baggy clothes he usually wore mixed with the glasses made him look like a dad for sure. That all changed when I noticed his new wardrobe of black V-neck shirts that pulled at his biceps and his form fitting black jeans. I knew I shouldn’t look at him in that way, but I couldn’t help it. He didn’t even really look like my dad, especially when he wore contacts and styled his hair in such a sexy way.

Whatever, I was just looking. It wasn’t like I was doing anything. Well, not with Daddy at least.

Mom must’ve taken notice of the change too because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Usually, the most PDA I would see was a peck of a kiss here or an occasional butt pinch, but for weeks now they’ve been on top of each other all the time. At first, I couldn’t watch—it was too weird, but then I caught myself sneaking peeks when they made out, or when he grabbed Mom’s butt. Sometimes I would be at the kitchen table on my laptop and he would come up behind Mom while she’s doing chores. He’d pull her lips to his and slide his hand down the crack of her ass as they kissed long and deep. I’d look up to see Daddy’s eyes locked on me as he tongued Mom’s mouth. His fingers would inch toward her crotch as he watched me until Mom would have to put an end to it.

“Keep your hands to yourself, mister,” she’d say playfully and smack his arm.

My mind would think of those moments on replay and my cheeks would get so flushed I’d have to scurry to my room and lock my door as I fingered myself silly. Oh, God—I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop cumming when I thought of Daddy. I was 18 years old and barely two months into college and already I was a horny slut. I collapsed breathlessly in my bed as I came down from my third or fourth orgasm.

University campus was only a few miles from my parents’ house, so I stayed with my parents as I went to school. This left me with a few bonuses as well, such as listening in on my parents having sex. It was easy ever since the earthquake. Mom moaned so loud when they did it, I used to never hear them. It was every night. Sometimes it lasted into the middle of the night. Sometimes I’d wake early in the morning when the sun first arose, and I would hear them going at it. The bed frame battered the wall like a jack hammer. My mother’s feeble attempts to silence herself did little. And I couldn’t get enough.

I’d masturbate in my bed, on my floor, in the living room, or even outside their door as they fucked. Part of me wanted to be caught. I wanted him to do to me what he did to Mommy. I wanted him to look at me with those deep, penetrating eyes as he—oh, God!

I moaned to myself as I came one early morning to the sound of my mother screaming and the bedframe banging a beat on our shared wall. A few minutes later, I heard shuffling outside my bedroom door as mom went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, and he closed cupboards in the kitchen. He usually went to the gym in the mornings.

Today was the day, I decided. I waited until I heard my mother in the shower and my father gone, before I tiptoed out of my room in just my panties and an oversized t-shirt. I made a quick detour into my parents’ room and saw all the bed sheets pulled and twisted into a bunch and a wet spot on the carpet floor. I bypassed them and went to the windowsill and found the hidden key my father kept. I had been obsessing over Daddy long enough that I saw him put it there.

Using the key, I unlocked Daddy’s office and stepped inside. It was pitch black inside his study. The windows were completely covered, not allowing even a sliver of light. I pushed the door open wide so the hall light would reflect inside, and I felt my guts twist.

What is this…

Half burnt candles covered the furniture. The bookshelves were cluttered with skulls of different kinds and shapes. Some belonged to animals—alligators, cats, rats, bats, maybe—but a few looked suspiciously… human…

The walls were painted black and had red symbols painted on them, hundreds of them—no, thousands! My eyes followed them onto the ceiling. Dad’s computer desk was gone and instead there was a black couch against the far wall and an empty floor space…

My mouth gaped when I looked down and realized I stood on a giant pentagram. White paint messily sloshed the symbol on the floor with more of the red patterns marked in a circle around it. My hands trembled so much from the sight of such an alien room in this normal house that I dropped the key. The moment I bent over to grab it, the hallway light that illuminated the room went away, and the door slammed shut.

Chapter Three

My feet shuffled backward until my back smacked the wall. In total darkness I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. I panted, sucking sharp breaths as the terror clutched my heart with its cold, icy fingers.

“M-Mom…” I whimpered. “D-Dad…”

There was a growl that didn’t sound human, and I was about to scream when the voice spoke.

“Hello, sweetheart,” my daddy said, only it didn’t sound exactly like daddy. It was his voice but there was confident edge to it that gave me pause.

“D-Daddy, is that you?” I tested the air with my voice and found it all consuming. My voice fell away from my lips like I stood over a great crevasse.

“Of course, dear. Who else would it be in my private study…” he said and there was another low growl.

“I’m sorry I came in here. I thought I heard… I just wanted to—”

“You heard me fucking your mother and you grew… curious,” he said.

“Y-Yes…” I admitted. “Can you turn on the lights, Daddy?”

“The lights don’t work, honey. They haven’t for some time.” I heard footsteps to my right and stiffened. “Would you like to be touched by your daddy?” the voice felt like it was inches from the side of my face.

But what was the light I saw under the door?

“Yes,” I whispered.

A hand pressed down my shoulder and I jolted from the touch. It slid down my chest, rubbing over my breasts that bounced loose under my shirt. I began to pant when his hand groped my breast, pinching the nipple and plucking it, making me whimper.

“Mmmm… Daddy…” I gasped as he switched to my other breast. I could feel my panties soaking up all my juices like a sponge. My palm closest to him slowly reached for where I thought his cock would be, but there was only air. As Daddy roughly squeezed my tits, I reached farther out and still no one was there. I blinked, sobered by the realization that no one was there, I extended both my arms and waved them around my entire body and felt nothing but air, and yet hands continued to grope both of my breasts. “Ohm!” I yelped in fear and clutched my hands to my chest. Instantly, the touch stopped.

The growl came again. This time with the brush of hot breath on my cheek.

“There, there,” Daddy’s voice said. “Run along, now. I’ll come talk to you shortly…”

The door opened and a burst of light illuminated the room. I looked and saw no one beside the door who opened it, and no one was in the room with me. I only hesitated a moment before sprinting out and back into my room. Jumping into bed, I covered myself with my covers and tried to slow my drumming heart.

What the hell was that!?

I lay there for several minutes, too frightened to move, but as scared as I was, I was also aroused. My fingers traversed my body as I asked myself questions, I didn’t have the answers to.

Was that a ghost? Are ghosts real? Can I be fucked by a ghost?

As shameful as it was to admit, despite the terrifying and existential experience, I came two more times by my own hand before there was a slow knock at my door. I lowered the covers below my head as Daddy entered my bedroom. He wore a dark gray shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and swollen muscled. Sweat was gathered around the neck of his V-neck.

“I believe you have something of mine,” he said with a neutral expression. He sat on the edge of the bed near my side. I looked to my nightstand and he retrieved his office key from where it sat. “I bet you have a lot of questions.”

I nodded.

“Are you scared?”

“A little,” I admitted.

He smiled and cupped a hand to my cheek. “Don’t be,” he said reassuringly. His touch lingered as his thumb rubbed over my cheek as a father would and slowly moved over my lips like a father wouldn’t. When I opened my lips, he inserted it into my mouth, and I sucked it on instinct.

Daddy’s smile turned wicked as he pulled his thumb out of my mouth.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

I smiled and nodded eagerly but frowned when he pulled away from me.

“If you want to fuck Daddy, you will need to perform an incantation,” he said and gestured to his office.

“Incantation… like… like a spell?” I asked.

He smirked, “Yes, sweety. Like a spell. But don’t worry. There’s nothing to be scared of. I had it done on myself as well.”

That took away much of my nerves. I nodded, “Okay.”

“We’ll do it tonight,” he said and stood. He gave me wink at my door. “Afterall, tonight is Halloween.”

Chapter Four

There was a fizzle of excitement, nervousness, and terror inside me all day that day. I went class that day on autopilot. I was usually focused and attentive in my classes but today I felt like I knew the biggest secret but couldn’t tell anyone. My boring life was just injected with so much excitement—ghosts, spells, and my daddy wanting me. He wanted me!

I rubbed my thighs together in the middle of class and tried not to make a sound as I fantasized about him all day.

Daddy came home from work about the time Mom went left for work that evening. She was a nurse and often worked nights. Once my mom left the house I jittered in the living room, anticipating when this spell would happen. Wind blew the mounds of burnt orange, crimson red, and rustic brown leaves in the front into beautiful swirls. Trick or treaters clogged the streets early this year. Gray cloudy skies growled with the promise of thunderstorms tonight. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have while doing homework. I woke to Daddy lifting me from the couch. He had turned off the front lights to the house, signaling the straggling trick or treaters to keep on walking.

Daddy carried me like a bride into his study. The black room was illuminated by a hundred candles flickering around us. He placed me on the floor gently and sprawled my limbs like a DaVinci painting. Sand was poured around me. Black sand poured in jagged lines. Thunder growled outside and I tensed.

“Daddy?” I whispered when I saw him walk before me. His eyes dark. His hand raised above my body. “What’s this going to do?”

“It’s going to bring a friend here to join you, sweety,” he said, finding a book from his shelf. “Just like it did for me. This way you will never be lonely, and we can be together forever.”

“Forever?” I smiled. “Is it a nice friend?”

“She is,” Daddy promised. “She’s going to share you with me.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Not at all, Sweetheart,” Daddy said. His face turned serious as he turned to a certain page in the leatherbound book and began to chant. His words didn’t make sense. They were another language and one I never heard before, but he repeated them nonstop.

At first, his words echoed in my head, but then my voice started to echo in my head. My vision darkened the more he chanted his incantation. Suddenly, I felt as though I was falling down a well and the world was growing distant from my senses. This feeling lasted what felt like forever. An eternal falling down a bottomless pit. When I finally landed, I was back in Daddy’s office and he had stopped his chanting. I relaxed a little, thinking the strangeness was over. Then I giggled and smiled, only I didn’t giggle or smile.

Something made me giggle and smile.

“Tessaray,” Daddy said. His voice was cold and hard.

I squirmed on the floor, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hands over my...