2 comments/ 14193 views/ 2 favorites The Night Louise Left the TV On By: RetroFan INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - One night in London in 1966, a pretty 19-year-old typist named Louise finds out why there is always a warning to turn off your TV at night, and why you should never leave your television showing snow when she falls asleep on the couch. Will Louise learn her lesson the easy way or the hard way? I hope you enjoy my first attempt at an erotic horror story. I mainly write on other boards, but always set my stories in the past, hence this one being set in 1966. Plus, with the demise of analogue TV and TV stations on 24/7, one never sees TV snow anymore! The story is based on an urban legend that persisted for years of people seeing ghostly human and animal shapes in the snow of their TV sets that had been left on late at night. If you are afraid of the supernatural it is unlikely you would be on the Erotic Horror board, but just in case you ended up here through clicking on story tags, be warned of the story themes that may scare some people. For North American readers who may be unfamiliar with British slang, the expression 'fanny' is used for vagina on some occasions. I hope you enjoy this story; please rate and comment. Please note that all characters and events are fictional with similarity to real people unintentional and coincidental, and only characters aged 18 and over engage in sexual activity. *** THE rays of late afternoon sunshine reflected from 19-year-old Louise Grainger's long, straight blonde hair as the pretty young woman, dressed in a green jumper and matching green miniskirt, made her way home. Louise was one of many similarly dressed female office workers heading for home on this beautiful spring Friday afternoon in London. Louise, tired after a long day at the typewriter and frustrated after the spirit copier broke down several times, yawned as she waited for the red-double decker bus, then climbed aboard and paid the clippie for her fare. Louise yawned again when it reached her stop about twenty minutes later, and she disembarked. Louise walked in the direction of home, which to Louise was a flat shared with a nurse named Debbie and a young school teacher named Pamela. Louise's fine feminine figure, the tight jumper accentuating her large breasts and the mini-skirt her long legs and shapely bottom, caught the attention of a group of young men. One of them raised his fingers to his lips and let out a loud wolf-whistle, he and his mates laughing and joking. With a sigh, Louise kept walking, used to the way guys carried on around her. Reaching her flat, Louise fumbled in her bag and took her house keys, turning it in the lock and opening the door. Debbie, a tall pretty brunette was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing her nurse's uniform, eating her tea before commencing her night shift. The television was on in the small sitting room, showing a game show. Debbie looked up as her flatmate entered, and gave a welcoming smile. "Hi Louise, how was work today?" Louise smiled and said, "Not bad, I can't complain. Well only about the spirit copier. Does your intensive care unit admit spirit copiers? I think it needs to be there." Debbie laughed. "If it did, we would send ours there too. The bloody thing is always breaking down." A bedroom door opened and Pamela, a slim, pretty redhead burst in wearing a black mini-skirt far shorter than the one worn by Louise, and a black blouse that showed a great deal of her ample cleavage. She fumbled in her handbag for her makeup. "Hi and goodbye Louise," she said. "Dean will be here to pick me up any minute. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon." Having found her blusher, Pamela held up the mirror and applied it to her face. "Did you have a good day?" asked Louise. Pamela smiled. "Try teaching fractions and long division to kids who want to be out in the playground kicking footballs around. It's not a picnic." "I'll pass," said Louise. "Me too," said Debbie, finishing her dinner and taking her plate and cutlery to the sink to wash them. Pamela's boyfriend arrived to collect her, and Debbie headed out for her night shift, leaving Louise with the flat to herself for the night. After removing her high-heeled shoes so she was barefoot and able to relax her feet, Louise got herself some dinner. Afterwards, she lay down on the sitting room couch watching the black and white television, her long legs stretched out, wriggling her toes. A news segment came on about the upcoming World Cup, and Louise knew that her father and two brothers would be interested. They were football mad, which drove her mother crazy. Louise herself liked football, but not to the extent of her father and brothers. They were convinced that 1966 was England's year, and as host country, they would be certain to win. Louise wasn't as confident. The evening passed, and tired from the long day, Louise's head began to nod and she fell asleep at around 8.30pm, waking up when she began to snore about 15 minutes later. Thinking she would stay awake this time, Louise again drifted off into the world of nod, and this time the girl awoke half an hour later to a noisy band on a music show. Sitting up a bit, Louise resolved to get up, turn off the television and go to bed, but the young woman was so tired she immediately fell back to sleep, and this was how she remained. The hands of the clock turned as the television remained on, the sleeping Louise oblivious. The hands of the clock turned to 10 o'clock, then 10.30, 11.00 and when the hands approached the time of 11.30pm, the strains of 'God Save the Queen' came from the television set, followed by the sound of a male announcer, with an upper-class, plummy accent. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the scheduled programs for this evening. We remind all viewers to turn off their television sets before going to bed. Thank you." Louise did not hear the national anthem, nor did she hear the announcement. The screen began to show static, or more commonly referred to as snow, this casting eerie light patterns around the sitting room where Louise continued to sleep. Her knees drifted apart in her deep slumber, showing her white knickers under her mini-skirt. The hands on the clock continued to turn, and it was when they reached 1.30 in the morning that Louise's eyes fluttered opened to reveal her pretty blue irises. Yawning, Louise felt disoriented for a moment, before glancing at the clock. "How did I sleep so long?" she asked herself. Louise glanced at the television, which was still showing the static snow. She stretched her arms and went to get up off the couch, intending to turn off the television set and go to bed. Then she paused, an expression of puzzlement on her pretty face. Amongst the snow was something else, an outline that looked like a human figure. Louise got to her feet telling herself it was nothing but an odd pattern, rather like clouds that looked like people, animals or objects. The teenager's expression, however, changed to one of apprehension when the shape was not lost in the rest of the snow but remained, and became clearer and better defined. Louise felt her stomach knot in fear as the static human shape moved around in the TV snow. The girl breathed heavily when it stopped as though looking at her, then began to advance forward. Louise wanted to run, run as fast as she could but found herself stuck to the spot in fear, trembling. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She didn't want to look at the television set, but could not look away as the shadowy figure filled the screen. Her heart racing, all color drained from Louise's face at what happened next. With a shimmering effect, the figure emerged from the television screen and was in the living room, the snow continuing on the television set. At first the figure was small, like a garden statue, but then it began to grow until it formed a more defined human shape, definitely male, about six feet tall, consisting entirely of black and white TV show. Through terrified eyes, Louise watched as the figure began to change. It remained black and white, but began to show human features, and clothes – a suit and black shoes. The figure's hands took on human qualities, and only its face remained as snow. Then this began to meld into human form too, turning into the face of a young man. The figure was completely human now, but still black and white. Then with a flash, the figure turned to color, and whatever had come through the television set was now human, an incredibly handsome young man with dark hair, tall and dashing, much like a popular music or movie star. The terrified Louise watched disbelieving as the young man smiled at her. She cowered as he approached her and extended his hand. "Hi Louise, I'm Jack. It's so nice to meet you." Louise did not want to shake his hand, and could not move her hand anyway. "How do you know my name?" she stammered. "My purse is over there, if you want money take it. Just please don't hurt me." The young man smiled reassuringly. "Louise, burglars don't normally come out of your television set. I'm not here to hurt you or rob you, I promise. And seriously, I came out of your television set, and you want to know how I know your name?" Louise had begun to breathe more regularly, but was still anything but relaxed. "Good point," she conceded. "So, who are you? What are you? Where are you from? What do you do? Why are you here?" Jack smiled, went and sat on the couch, and indicated for Louise to join him, which she did reluctantly. "First things first, Louise. As I said, I'm Jack, and I think we got off to a bad start. I'm sorry I frightened you." Jack again extended his hand, which this time, although still scared, Louise accepted and shook. "How can you expect me not to be scared when you come out of the bloody television like that?" asked Louise. "That's true," admitted Jack. "A television set showing snow is one of the few ways we have of travelling from the supernatural to your world. Is it not true that before the stations close down at night, that they warn you to turn off your television set?" Louise thought back, remembering the stern warnings always made to turn off the television at night. "Yes, they always do without fail." Jack nodded. "That's right. And have you ever been told never to watch snow on the television set?" Louise's mind drifted back to 1955, when as a little girl she had turned on the television set, seen only snow and sat watching the patterns. Her mother had entered, and when she saw what Louise was doing, switched of the set, grabbed her daughter by the shoulder and sternly advised her never to do that again. Louise was then ordered up to her bedroom as punishment. Although years had passed, Louise had always felt that this punishment was excessive, but now ... "I got in trouble when I was a little girl for watching snow on a television set," said Louise. "Do people know about this?" "Well, they do and they don't," said Jack. "Stories go around that strange things can happen when snow is left on television sets, but nothing definite and there's no proof. So there are the warnings, but nobody from your world really knows or understands why." Louise was curious. "You keep saying 'your world'. Which world do you come from?" "I come from the supernatural. It's a place beyond your comprehension," said Jack. Louise felt mildly insulted. "How do you know I can't understand it?" Jack smiled reassuringly. "I don't mean you personally Louise. No human is capable of understanding it. A team of your top scientific experts and psychiatrists working together for five years would get nowhere to near understanding it." "Okay, I'll take your word for it," said Louise. "So, do you jump through people's television sets all the time? And you look human, act human and are solid, well now you are. Are you human or not?" "I can go through television sets and enter your world when the circumstances are right," said Jack. "And I've taken this form tonight for a special reason." "Why, what's the special reason?" asked Louise. "I've taken the form of the man of your dreams," said Jack. "The man you wish for, who represents perfection to you. Is Jack not your favorite name, the name you imagine when you think of the man who you consider perfect and dream of marrying and starting a family with?" It was all true. Looking at Jack, his looks, his manner and his personality were all what Louise imagined when she day-dreamed of the man she would fall in love with and marry. And when Louise thought about her dream guy, she always for some reason thought of his name as Jack. "How did you know that?" asked Louise. "How do you know so much about me?" "Those of us from the supernatural have an advantage," said Jack with a charming smile. "I know you work in an office as a typist, your star sign is Libra, you have flatmates called Debbie and Pamela, and you have two brothers and one sister." "That's right," said Louise. She smiled. "What else do you know about me?" Jack grinned suggestively. "I know that you're wearing white knickers." "What?" gasped Louise, half laughing, half shocked. "How did you know that?" "I couldn't help noticing when I was starting to form on your TV set," said Jack. "You were asleep, your legs were open at the knees and your mini skirt doesn't leave much room for error." Louise giggled, and playfully slapped Jack. "You cheeky sod." Jack laughed and said, "Sorry, I couldn't resist that one." Louise sat back on the couch, trying to figure things out. "So, I left the TV on showing snow, you come through it from the supernatural, a place I have no chance of understanding, and then you take the form of the ideal guy for me?" "That just about sums it up," said Jack. "Wow, so are you here for good?" asked Louise. Jack shook his head. "No, only for a few hours, and then I must go back." "Oh," said Louise. "So, what do you want to do for the short time you are here?" Jack smiled. "It's not a matter of what I want to do. It's a matter of what you want to do, Louise. You have your idealized guy sitting next to you, and we can do anything that you like for the next few hours, with no consequences at all." Looking at Jack, Louise was able to put aside the nervous feelings that lingered over the bizarre way he had come into her life, materializing in the static snow of the television and then turning into a handsome, funny and nice young man whom was everything she wanted in a man. Her female desires took over. Leaning forward, Louise planted a kiss on Jack's cheek. "I think you have the right idea," he smiled. Louise smiled, making her pretty face even more beautiful. Jack reached out and caressed her face in his hands, then leaned forward until his lips touched hers. Louise responded, and they kissed on the lips, before they slowly pressed their tongues into each other's mouths, their lips interlocking. Louise's arms went around Jack's torso, feeling his fine figure through his suit. Jack ran his hands up and down Louise's back, the girl feeling his fingers against her bra strap. Inside Louise's knickers, her clitoris tingled and her vagina started to moisten. Kissing with vigor, Jack and Louise squirmed on the couch, separating only for Louise to take off her jumper, leaving her wearing a white blouse, and Jack his jacket and tie. They recommenced making out, before Louise unbuttoned Jack's shirt, revealing a muscular, hairy chest. She ran her fingers gently through his chest hair, and when she felt his groin against her, a massive erection was obvious. Jack then unbuttoned Louise's blouse, revealing her large breasts covered in a white cotton bra. Taking a breast in each hand, Jack caressed her boobs, feeling her nipples grow hard. Louise's vagina was getting damper by the second, and she could feel the gusset of her knickers getting wet against her fanny. Then Jack took a new direction, leaving Louise's breasts alone and turning his attention to her bare feet. Louise lay on the couch, her knees open so Jack could see her knickers, then moaned and writhed in pleasure as Jack caressed her arches and heels, before moving his mouth to her toes, taking each toe on her left foot in his mouth in turn, sucking and licking them. Louise squealed in delight, the waves of pleasure radiating from her vagina at the sensation. Jack then moved over to her right foot, repeating the process of sucking each of her toes one at a time. Jack removed his shoes and socks, his already open shirt and then his trousers, leaving him wearing boxer shorts with a noticeable bulge at the front. Louise took off her blouse and her miniskirt, leaving her wearing her bra and knickers. She and Jack kissed and caressed again, Jack's fingers of his right hand going down the back of Louise's knickers, caressing the cheeks of her bum. His fingers probed deeper, going in between the sensitive, ticklish area between her buttocks, Louise giggling when Jack's index finger circled her tight anus. How had Jack known she liked to be touched there, and whenever she pleasured her fanny with her fingers, she would always touch her bum as well? With his left hand, Jack unhooked the clasp of Louise's bra, and pulled the garment away from her chest, exposing her beautifully shaped breasts, her pink nipples hard from arousal. He took his other hand out of Louise's knickers, and caressed her breasts, her vagina getting damper and then damper still as Jack teased her nipples with his tongue, moving back and forth from one to the other. Louise reached out and touched Jack's erection through his underpants, using her right hand to stroke his penis through the cotton. Jack smiled his charming smile, and this time put his hand into the front of Louise's knickers, stroking her curls of pubic hair, and probing deeper, feeling Louise's wet vaginal lips and her hard little clitoris, Louise gasping when his finger circled this area, her pussy juice flowing onto his hand. Withdrawing his hand from inside Louise's knickers, Jack took hold of the elastic waistband and pulled down her pants, Louise's blonde pubic hair, perfectly shaped like a triangle was visible over her mound. Jack slowly pulled Louise's knickers, the gusset scented with her feminine smell, down her thighs, to her knees, her shins and finally to her ankles and bare feet, before taking them off altogether and leaving the white cotton panties on the arm of the sofa. Jack then removed his own boxers, pulling them down and stepping out of them, Louise's eyes wide at the sight of his massive erection. "Turn over," said Jack. Louise needed no further prompting, and rolled over onto her tummy, the firm cheeks of her bare bottom exposed. Jack lowered his face down to Louise's bum, kissing her cheeks, then licking them. He opened her legs, exposing her pretty pink fanny, and began to lick there too, Jack's tongue probing deep into Louise's vagina, the girl squirming in excitement. Then Louise felt Jack's tongue slowly slide backwards along her vagina, to the skin that separated her pussy from the entrance, or to be more correct, the exit of her back passage. Jack's tongue lingered on Louise's anus, circling around the sensitive skin of her tight, starfish-like opening, before working its way inside. Louise's toes curled up, flexing and un-flexing at the sheer delight of this feeling, having a man's tongue – well a supernatural man's tongue - in the most private part of her body. Before now, the only thing to ever experience getting that intimate with Louise's anus was toilet paper, and this of course was only when she was sitting on the loo with her knickers around her ankles. With gentle hands, Jack turned Louise over, so again she was on her back. He guided her to stand up, then himself lay down on the couch, his throbbing erection standing up like a telephone pole. Louise got on her knees and stretched forward, flicking her tongue against his penis, teasing his balls with her right hand. Jack breathed heavily and squirmed, gasping when Louise opened her mouth and took his cock inside, her tongue running up and down his shaft as she moved her mouth back and forth. The Night Louise Left the TV On After a few minutes of this, Louise withdrew her mouth and said cheekily, "Do you want to feel something even better now, Mr. TV Snow Man?" "I think I do," said Jack. Louise climbed up on the sofa on her bare feet, and positioned herself so she was straddling Jack over his groin. Louise lowered her fanny down, and guided Jack's penis inside her, feeling how huge he was in the tight confines of her vagina. Jack wrapped his legs around Louise and drew her in tight. He leaned forward so they could kiss and caress, and he began to move his penis in and out, Louise moving herself up and down to synchronize with this. Jack began to push harder and faster into her vagina, the teenager gasping in pleasure, waves of pleasure sweeping through her pussy and into her anus. Louise's pretty face began to sweat, and her long blonde hair became untidy, flowing everywhere as she bounced up and down, her breasts wobbling, her toes flexing and un-flexing, her fanny flowing with juices that soaked down onto Jacks' groin, the girl squealing in delight. Louise was approaching orgasm when Jack changed his technique. He drew Louise in really close, then began to screw her with really short intense thrusts, circling his cock inside her vagina, going deep inside and pushing against the entrance to Louise's birth canal. Then, Louise felt one of Jack's hands go around the back to her bum, his index finger going between her sweaty cheeks and stopping at her anus. It circled the tight opening for a few seconds, then Louise gasped in delight as his finger pushed slowly up into the hot, dark confines of her rectum. Having a finger inserted into her bowels served to double the pleasure for Louise, as she and Jack continued to fuck really hard and really fast. The tingling feelings in Louise's clitoris became one intense wave that swept through her vagina and into her anus, her sphincter tightening around Jack's finger and Louise screamed in delight as she came, a rush of liquid from her pussy signaling that she had reached orgasm. Having a finger up her bum made it twice as intense as usual. At the exact same moment, Jack's handsome face showed the young man was also about to come. His fit body went rigid, his balls tightened and inside Louise's vagina, he came with an almighty rush, his cock exploding a tidal wave of semen into Louise's uterus. Breathless, sweaty and trembling, Jack withdrew his penis from Louise's vagina, and took his finger out of her anus. They kissed deeply and passionately, and then lay together on the couch, squeezed together tight, one of Jack's hands stroking Louise's breasts, the other alternating between the cheeks of her bum and her pubic hair. Louise stroked Jack's face with one of her hands, and would then trace her finger down onto his chest, and tease his nipples. Feeling extra wet and sticky between her legs, Louise opened them to look at her fanny, and saw that the sticky white semen was now oozing out of her vagina. A feeling of concern entered her mind. It had been a week since her last period, and while Louise didn't think there was that much danger of an unplanned pregnancy, there was that outside chance. "Jesus, what if I get pregnant?" she asked. Jack laughed in his good-natured manner. "There's no danger of that. Remember, I don't exist in your world. I couldn't get you pregnant even if I wanted to. In fact, do you want to see something really cool?" "Okay," said Louise, her curiosity aroused. Jack got up, walked into the bathroom and returned with a hand mirror. He parted Louise's legs and held the mirror in front of her fanny, the girl looking in amazement as the white semen dribbling out of her vagina suddenly evaporated, much like dry ice when exposed to sunlight. Her sticky pussy juice remained on her vulva, but the semen was gone, and Louise felt an odd feeling inside her reproductive system as this semen evaporated too. "Wow!" exclaimed Louise, her eyes wide. "Wow is about right," said Jack. "You see, as I'm from the supernatural technically my sperm doesn't exist, so that's why it evaporated the way it did. As I said, you can do what you like with me with no consequences at all." Louise looked at Jack's dick, on which some semen remained, and went over. "I might try a more traditional way of cleaning this," she giggled suggestively, before taking his penis in her mouth, tasting her own pussy from the feminine juices that remained, then removing the residual semen with her tongue. Feeling Jack's penis rising again, Louise stopped for a moment to giggle, "Stop it," before he got harder and harder, Louise giving fellatio for a few minutes, moving her mouth back and forth, licking his shaft and massaging his balls with her hand. Louise felt Jack's cock vibrate as his body stiffened, and another load of semen sprayed out, going everywhere in Louise's mouth; her the roof, her teeth, her gums and her tongue, with more semen going down her throat and onto her tonsils. Opening her mouth wide to show the sticky white substance, Louise suggestively swirled it around then swallowed, loving the taste as it travelled down her throat. Some residual cum remained to which Jack asked, "Would you like fresh breath?" "Yes, of course," said Louise. "Open wide then," said Jack, with Louise observing the mist as the semen that remained in her mouth evaporated, the effect somewhat like when she breathed on a cold day. Louise, her fanny already wet from having sex, had got even wetter from giving Jack head, and got some tissues from a table nearby. Jack saw Louise squat down slightly, and seeing what she was about to do, said, "Let me do that for you." Louise wasn't about to decline, and handed the tissues to Jack, feeling his soft gentle hands use one tissue to dry her sweaty pubic hair, then move more tissues between her legs to dry her vagina, circling the tissues around to get her nice and dry. Finally, with the last tissue, Jack dried between the cheeks of Louise's bum, wiping away any sweat and stray pussy juice that lingered in the area. Looking at Jack's cock, Louise again saw the dry-ice effect as his residual semen evaporated and then vanished, leaving him dry and as though nothing had happened. "Why don't we talk for a while?" suggested Louise. She had so many questions, so much she wanted to know. "Okay, sure," said Jack. He sat naked on the couch, Louise sitting her nubile, naked young body on his lap, her fanny resting against his leg. "So, what's the supernatural like?" asked Louise. Jack shook his head. "Sorry, it's not something I can tell you about. Like I said, you could not comprehend it, and if you try, you will never be a happy woman." "Oh," said Louise. "So what are you? Are you a ghost, or a poltergeist, or something else?" "I guess a ghost would be most accurate," said Jack, "although not strictly true, as I was never alive in your world." He grinned. "And don't you go calling me a poltergeist. Those things are a nuisance, even in the supernatural world." "Sorry," giggled Louise. "So, what other things can you tell me? Is the Loch Ness Monster real, or Yetis and Bigfoot? How about UFOs?" Jack laughed. "Louise, slow down, one question at a time. Like I said, I can't give away too much. Too much knowledge could be dangerous for you. As for your questions, asking too much about UFOs can only lead to trouble, both in your world and mine. Yetis and Bigfoot aren't supernatural, they are just animals that have not officially been discovered by man yet, like gorillas in the early 1900s were considered mythical." "And the Loch Ness Monster?" asked Louise. She had always been fascinated by black and white photographs of the Scottish lake, showing a plesiosaur-like creature with its head sticking out from the waves. With a cheeky smile, Jack said, "Let's just say in a few years' time you're married with three kids, and you and your husband decide to take a holiday to Loch Ness. Don't turn your back on the water for too long, never let the kids play on the shore unsupervised, and make sure your husband does not go fishing alone." Louise's eyes widened. Although Jack had not confirmed it directly, it seemed the Loch Ness Monster did exist after all. Jack glanced at the television set, still showing snow and turned to Louise. "Sorry Louise, it's been great spending time with you, really great, but I really have to get back now." "Really?" asked Louise, disappointed. "Can't you stay longer?" Jack shook his head. "Sorry, no. I wish I could stay, but it's impossible. I hope you understand?" Louise didn't, but nodded in agreement. "So, if I leave the TV on snow another night, can you come back and visit me again?" Jack's face registered horror. "No Louise, you must never do that. Never, never, never. Promise me that you won't ever do that?" "Okay, but why?" asked Louise. Jack explained patiently. "I'm not the only TV snow ghost around, there are thousands of us and the chances of me getting you again are millions to one. You were lucky tonight Louise that I came onto your television set, because others are not nice at all. There's a cowboy, a pirate, a knight, an old lady, a wolf and a cat that starts out small, but grows to the size of a panther, among many others. You don't want to let them into your life, believe me." Louise shuddered. "I understand." "Good," said Jack. "So remember, always turn your TV off at night before you go to bed, and when you have kids, never let them watch snow of the television." "I will," said Louise. They kissed and caressed for a few minutes, before they got up for Jack to say his goodbyes. Louise pulled up her knickers and put on her jumper, this combination of jumper, white knickers and bare legs and feet looking delightful and sexy, while Jack dressed, putting on his underpants, then his suit and then his tie. "It's been a pleasure, Louise," said Jack, taking the teenager in his arms and caressing her firm figure, Louise wrapping her arms around him and then exchanging a final, passionate kiss. "It was wonderful meeting you too, Jack," said Louise, feeling slightly choked up. "It's a pity we can't ever be together again." "Yes, but unfortunately, that's the way things work in the supernatural, Louise," said Jack. "Take care Louise, and all the best." "Good luck to you too, Jack," said Louise. She watched as Jack turned to black and white, then he began to shimmer. His human form vanished, and once more he was a concentration of static snow. Moving towards the television set, he reduced in size and dissolved into the screen. He stopped for a second and waved, Louise waving back as his figure became less and less clearly defined in the snow, before vanishing altogether. Louise's eyes searched for him in the snow for about twenty seconds, before she remembered Jack's warning and switched off the television, both on the set and then at the wall. She turned off the lights, collected her remaining clothes and the tissues that Jack had used to dry her between her legs. They smelled of her pussy, and she doubted that Debbie or Pamela would appreciate her leaving sticky, vagina-scented tissues lying around the flat. Flushing the tissues down the toilet, Louise changed out of her jumper and put on clean white, floral knickers and her nightdress, and got into bed, finally falling asleep an hour later. For the next week, the hardest part for Louise was that she had the most wonderful, erotic experience of her life, but could not ever tell anyone about it, ever. What would people say if Louise told them that a ghost came out of her TV while it was showing snow, turned into a handsome young man, and they had had wild, passionate sex? Getting committed to a mental asylum would be the likely outcome if she opened her mouth, so Louise kept it to herself. On the following Friday night, Louise had gone to bed early after another long day at the office, while Debbie and Pamela stayed up watching television in the sitting room. Debbie had had an exhausting shift on the ward, while Pamela was wiped out after taking her class on a school trip, some kids jumping into the fountain at Trafalgar Square, another chasing pigeons around. Both girls fell asleep, and the television remained on, neither of them hearing 'God Save the Queen' and the warning to turn off the television. Neither responded to the eerie light patterns of the static snow as the television stations shut down for the night. They remained sound asleep, like Louise a week earlier their knees drifting apart to show their knickers; Debbie's light blue, and Pamela's yellow. Just after midnight, Louise awoke needing the loo. She walked on her bare feet to the bathroom, and closed the door. After flushing the toilet and washing her hands, Louise exited the bathroom adjusting her nightdress and knickers, and was about to head back to bed. Suddenly the pretty blonde paused, noticing the light patterns coming from the sitting room. Hurrying in, she saw the sleeping forms of Debbie and Pamela on the couch, the television showing the static snow. Louise's eyes took in the TV screen. Nothing odd was on there, but remembering Jack's warning, the girl was taking no chances. Louise turned off the television, first on the set and then at the wall, then turned and went to bed, leaving Debbie and Pamela to sleep, blissfully unaware of what might have transpired had Louise not seen what was happening and turned off the set.