It all started after moving into an old Victorian house that I always dreamed of owning for many, years. Now that I'm finally financially stable, buying my dream house is now my reality. It took some time convincing my fiancé, Natalie, but she finally came around and is now just as excited as I am about moving into my dream house.

The downside to buying a house, all the packing and unpacking, this part definitely sucks, but it is well worth it. It took us what seemed like forever to unpack, placing the furniture where we wanted it. It now looks great, with my old antique furniture, the paintings on the wall, the new carpet.

"Danny, can you please come up here and help me make the beds, I really need to go grocery shopping after this?" she shouts from upstairs.

"Yes, Nat," I shout back whilst running up the steps.

"Grab the end, please," she says.

Once we get all the beds made and place our personal belongings in the bath room, she kisses me and grabs her purse, making her way back downstairs.

"Don't forget my beef jerky, please," I say. She looks back at me with a grin.

"What?" I ask.

"If I buy your beef jerky, what exactly will you be giving me?" she seductively asks. I walk over to her grabbing her ass.

"And what exactly is it you want me to give you?" I ask, feeling her hand gently grab my dick through my shorts.

"Guess," she playfully replies.

"Well, I'm guessing from your hand grabbing my dick, you will want me to stick it in your tight, wet hole later?"

"You guessed right, babe. I think I'll also swing by the lingerie store, be back in a few hours."

"Get some of that body oil, the strawberry flavor, and grape flavor," I say with a smirk.

"Don't worry, babe, I know what you like," she replies walking out the door.

As I turn around, I notice our engagement picture is now on the floor.

"What the hell, how did that get on the floor? I know I hung that picture above the fire place," I say out loud walking over to pick it up.

After hanging it back up, I make my way into the kitchen for a bottle of beer.

As I'm sitting here, I feel a cool breeze on the back of my neck. Thinking the window behind me is open, I look behind me to see it's closed. Turning back around, I now feel something going up my leg. Looking down to see what it is, there is nothing there.

"What the hell was that?" I ask, and feel something licking my ear.

"What the fuck?" I shout, jumping off the bar stool. My eyes roam the room trying to find any explanation for what I just felt, but there is none.

"Oh god, okay, Danny, just relax, you have been so busy with the move, you're tired. It's not like we have an uninvited ghostly guest living with us," I whisper, then make my way upstairs to the bathroom.

"I need a hot shower, that will help relax me."

After removing my clothes and stepping into the shower, I pour shampoo on my hair and begin to lather. I then begin to wash my body and soon feel someone press against my back.

"Oh god, Nat, please tell me that's you," I say, then hear a male's voice behind me.

"No, not Nat, James.

"Oh my god, who the hell are you?"

"Someone who is about to make you scream."