1 comments/ 16812 views/ 4 favorites A Valentine Ghost Story By: walkstar "We got it," Wayne shouted excitedly as he ran into the room. "We got permission to stay in the house." Alison turned to look at him her expression disbelieving. "You're kidding," she said. Wayne shook his head waving a piece of paper in his hand. "Nope I'm serious they've given us permission to spend one weekend there." He handed Alison the paper, she skimmed her eyes down the letter taking in the main points. She looked up at him her eyes wide in amazement. Then they were both jumping up and down laughing and hugging each other. A few seconds later they realised what they were doing and jumped apart embarrassed. "I..." Wayne stuttered, "I'm sorry didn't mean to..." Not that he minded, as Alison was cute. Even when she had her red hair tied up as she did now and was wearing her tacky glasses. He had been hiding a flame for her since the first time they got together on a project. But there was no way he would ever have said that to her, she would never be interested in him. "Me neither," Alison said at the same time, but if he had wanted to keep going she would not have minded. While he did look a little geeky she could tell there was the serious potential for a stud if he had someone dress him up properly. She had tried a number of times to get up the courage to talk to him about it but each time her natural shyness had kicked in and stopped her. The best she got was working with him on the projects for their Paranormal Science course at the university. Alison's one problem was that she was too shy; she knew that she should be able to get over it. After all she was 20 so why she could not find her way to tell Wayne how she felt. To take her mind off Wayne she focused on the news he had just brought. They had applied over a month ago for permission to stay in the house. It was the local haunted house and a perfect project for their Paranormal Sciences course at the University. The house had been first built in the 1920's on what had been farmland before world war one. While it was being built there were rumours of trouble. The builders had a number of setbacks in building that one house. The others in the street were completed months before it was; due to various accidents and hold ups with the construction. Since then the longest anyone had actually lived in the house was three years, the average was measured in months. The house had a list of owners that was twice that of the other houses in the street. Finally, it was recently brought by a housing agency from the previous owners at a substantial loss. Even the agency had been having trouble with the house, no one wanted to rent it and the contractors brought in to modernise the house reportedly suffered a number of unexplained incidents. Rumours abounded about what happened to anyone who spent any length of time in the house. Supposed ghostly happenings, which included reports of objects being moved, bodily harm and even so it was said sexual harassment. The last one Alison doubted having not found many reports to back it up, and it was rare for ghostly visitations to involve any sexual contact. To Alison it was a mystery to be solved. Who was the ghost or ghosts in the house? Why where they there? So far, she had not found anything in the history of the area to explain it. There were no murders or violent deaths reported. But she was still looking into the history of the area, even checking into local legends about the area. Wayne was thinking about the house as well, he too knew the history of the events surrounding the house. He however, did not want to help the ghost or find out what they wanted; no, he wanted to get definitive proof that there were ghosts in the house. While Alison had a more emotional interest, his was purely scientific. He believed in ghosts and wanted to be able to prove their existence finally and unequivocally. While Alison was thinking about the history and legends to figure out why the ghosts were there he was planning the equipment list he would need. There were various detection apparatus he would need: For electrical increases, heat sources, gaseous releases in the area the list was long and expensive. He hoped the Paranormal Department would sign off on the equipment. From what he knew of their tutor, he would fight hard to let them. He was as interested in the house as they were and had been working hard to allow them the access and support to study the house properly. "We better begin planning..." They both started to say at the same time and laughed, Alison continued. "We better figure out what we need to take with us. When do they say we can stay?" Wayne checked the letter and smiled. "In two weeks time." "Cool gives us time to get things sorted ready. I was worried they were going to give us a few days notice." Wayne nodded. "Me too, this gives me time to write out a proper application for equipment. I'd better get started now in fact you know how long it takes to fill out one of those application forms." "And I can figure out what books to take, plus if I'll need anything for readings." Wayne rolled his eyes as she said it. "Hey you have your equipment to do readings I bring mine." "Yeah but mine are scientific yours are just for show. Come on, casting runes went out with the dark ages." "I'm not going to have this argument with you again. You know my opinion and I know yours let's leave it at that." Sometimes he could be so infuriating especially about her use of old fashion techniques to try to contact the spirits. They were tried and tested by generations of wise men and women throughout the ages. "Fine but don't expect anything from them." Wayne said in reply with a hidden hint of disgust. How in this modern day she could insist on using outdated and unproven techniques to hunt for the ghosts was beyond him. After all, how could runes or séances scientifically prove the existence of ghosts? But there was no arguing with her like all women. Instead, he headed over to the table and fished around in his papers for an equipment application form. He knew he had got one just in case they got permission, their tutor had told him to give it to him to pass on. He just could not find it and began to get frustrated. "What you looking for?" Alison said from her chair. "The application form I know I've got one but it's not here." He dropped the papers in his hand in frustration. "Try the draw over there." He headed to the draw she was pointing to and, on opening it found a neat pile of forms and letters all connected to their projects together. He looked over at her as he pulled out the required form. "I've been putting any important forms or paperwork in those draws for the last year. For someone so careful with his scientific experiments you are so disorganised it amazing. If I didn't do anything about it I'm sure you'd loss half the paperwork needed for our projects." Wayne smiled sheepishly at her knowing what she was saying was true. "Thanks." He said as he headed back to his desk. "That's ok," Alison answered with a soft shake of her head. She was already planning her list of needed items for the trip. She knew she had too many books on the area to take them all. She also had to decide which of the various techniques for reading the paranormal waves in the house she would take. Each situation required a different combination to find out what was happening. She sat at her table writing and rewriting her list of items needed. They spent the next two weeks in preparing for the weekend in the house. Wayne put in his request and to his surprise managed to get all the equipment he asked for. He studied up on the ways to set up and use the equipment for the best results. Alison worked out what items she needed to do her readings on the house, plus what books she thought might be helpful in figuring out what was happening in the house. They spent so much time getting the equipment and study guides to help that they both forgot to pack any clothes until the last moment. Both of them turned up at the university site on the Friday evening with badly packed weekend bags. They each saw the others bag and began to laugh. "Last minute packing?" They both asked the other. Then laughed softly together. They had worked so closely over the last year that they often said the same things at the same time. They spent the next fifteen minutes packing the van that Wayne had thought of requesting. Then they drove out of the site and headed to the house on the edge of town. Ten minutes later they pulled into the road: Valentine Drive. They drove slowly down the road until they reached the last house on the road number fourteen. An old detached house that showed its age with its appearance. The windows sills were stained dark from years of neglect and the ivy had climbed all over the walls almost hiding the house behind it. Wayne drove the van carefully up the potholed drive to the front door. It was a large black door surrounded by grey stone stained so it looked as if the house was almost screaming aloud at its fate. Alison looked up at the house suddenly nervous. "Just the look of the place is off putting isn't it?" She asked; Wayne nodded obviously as unnerved as she was. They sat in the van for a few minutes both staring up at the house. "We better unpack before it gets too dark hadn't we?" Wayne said his voice surprisingly quiet. He opened the door and climbed out, Alison followed him. Wayne went up to the door and lifted the mat. "The key should be under here I was told." He said over his shoulder as he did. He looked down and saw the key lying just where he had been told. He picked it up and held it like a trophy. Then he stood up and opened the front door with it. The door swung open and they both felt a blast of cold air sweep over them. They both shivered at the cold. "Must not have remembered to switch on the central heating." Wayne said with a laugh. Alison was not so sure it had felt more than just cold from lack of heating. It had chilled her right to her core. She said nothing not wanting to start the weekend off with a possible argument. She had made a promise to herself that if she got chance she would spend time to talk to Wayne about how she felt. They entered the house and Wayne switched on the lights. "Well at least we have electricity for the equipment." He said over his shoulder to her. "I think I'll just be glad for the lights. There is something about this place that makes my blood run cold." Wayne laughed at her girly comments. But he was careful not to make a comment. He had her to himself for the weekend, maybe if he was lucky. No, she was too attractive to be interested in a plain science geek like him. He went further into the house and turned on the main lights. Then they turned and began to unload the van carefully bringing in the delicate equipment that Wayne had brought. Wayne began to set up the equipment while Alison took a quick tour of the house. Unlike the outside, the inside showed the work done to update it into the twenty-first century. The walls painted in fresh bright but neutral colours. The radiators were brand knew and as Alison expected switched on heating the house. The windows were surprisingly, considering the outside appearance, made from brand new wood and contained modern double-glazing. In fact, it looked as if the work done to update it was very well done. In spite of that, she could feel the age of the house bearing down on it as well as its history almost as if it was being dragged down into the depths by whatever was happening here. She shivered softly feeling the horror caught up in the bricks and mortar of the house. She quickly went downstairs back to Wayne suddenly not wanting to be alone in the house. "You ok?" Wayne asked her as soon as he looked at her. She nodded but her still came over and gave her a quick hug. "What's wrong? And don't you dare say there isn't anything I've known you to long now." "It's nothing," she said then saw his face scowling. "Ok something about this house is wrong; there is defiantly something here that shouldn't be." Wayne looked at her but said nothing seeing the sincerity in her face. He knew her well enough by now to know she meant what she said. She had a definite knack for picking up on feeling of people, so he was always surprised that she had never picked up on his feelings for her. He carefully guided her to a seat and gently lowered her down. She sat shivering slight and he went back to setting up his equipment looking over at her worriedly every so often. To his relief she soon looked a bit better as she sat watching him. He felt a little nervous as he often did when she sat and watched him. He felt as if she was reading his mind or trying to. He felt worried in case she saw what he felt for her. If she did, he was scared she might not want to work with him. The two of them worked well together and it was the only chance he would ever have to be close to her. Alison gave a small smile watching him; he always seemed like a little boy as he opened his equipment. Just like it was Christmas and he had been given his favourite toys as presents. He carefully lifted them out and showed them the tenderness she wished he could show her. Maybe it was the chance she was waiting for; after all, he had just shown her concern not normal for him. She started to open her mouth to speak to him. She stopped; no, he was busy and would not like the interruption. She closed her mouth and simply sat watching him knowing she had just made up an excuse not to talk to him. It took him nearly an hour to set up all his equipment and test it to see it was working properly. She got up and wandered over to him. "Ok what does this lot do then?" She asked him waving generally at the different items. "Various things," he said. "This one checks the heat variance in the house to see if we can detect any heat increase or decrease. It is one evidence of ghost activity. This one checks for increases in background electrics another sign of possible ghost activity. I've also got a number of camera units to set up to catch any sign of activity, just need your help in saying where you think I should set them up. I've also got a couple of handheld units to detect gaseous emissions as well as any radiation in the area." Alison raised her hand to stop him. "Ok I guess you got everything covered then." "As well as I can, wish we had access to a full kit. They've got so much more than I could ever get from the uni, but for what we want I think this lot will be fine." She gave a little laugh and nodded. "Well shall we set up these cameras then?" He nodded and grabbed a bag full of portable CCTV units. They wandered round the house setting up the units where they agreed until the house was covered. They left one room free as a bedroom in which they were going to take turns sleeping. Alison was taking first duty in the kitchen but was getting the first sleep as a reward. She pulled out the food they had brought and quickly whipped up a spag-bol for the two of them. After dinner, she sat reading a bit more about the legends of the area while Wayne sat studying his equipment, which had shown no reaction to anything all night. At nine, Alison headed up to the bedroom to sleep leaving Wayne downstairs. She got out of her clothes and into her nightdress then settled down in the makeshift bed they had brought. At first, she could not get to sleep her mind racing about the house and what might happen over the weekend. Finally, tiredness settled in and she began to slip off into sleep. A soft touch on her neck nearly went unnoticed in her sleepy state. A more firm touch did catch her attention, it felt warm and sensuous. It was a kiss against her neck soft and gentle. She murmured softly as the kisses continued, then she felt a hand sliding down her spine the fingers rippling down her skin. Alison shifted as the fingers reached the base of her spine then began to slide forwards along her waist. The kissing grew stronger on her neck; she could feel the lips pressing into her skin. The hand slipped up her stomach gently sliding over her nightdress. As the kissing became even stronger she felt the hand cupping her breast, the fingers pressing into her flesh. She gave a soft moan of pleasure at the feel. "Wayne," she whispered softly. The hand and kissing suddenly stopped as if it had never been. Alison twisted round; she was alone in the room. Her mind shrunk back from what had just happened in horror. She sat up shivering, the room was freezing her breath coming out as steam. She clambered out of bed and pulled on her jeans suddenly very afraid. Something brushed against her, a soft touch but enough for her to feel it. She ran out the room and charged downstairs, halfway down Wayne appeared charging up the stairs. Alison screamed when she saw him nearly falling down the stairs in shock. He jumped up the bottom few stairs to get to her and grabbed her stopping her from falling. "You alright?" "Oh god Wayne." They spoke together, he held her tightly feeling her shaking in his arms. "My sensors went off the scale," he said to her. "The temp in your room dropped by fifteen degrees; to below freezing in just a minute." "Something was in there, it... it touched me." She could not bring herself to tell him what had actually happened to her. He hugged her tightly to him. "It's ok, I'm here, you're alright." She pressed herself into him and in spite of himself he enjoyed the feel of her against him. He guided her downstairs sat her down and quickly got her a drink of water. She drank it obviously very shaken up by what had happened upstairs. Wayne sat next to her his arm around her comforting her. He felt torn by his feelings a mix of worry for her but also wanting to keep the close contact to her. It was the closest he thought he was ever going to get to her and wanted to make the most of it. After a while, she calmed down and he felt her shifting under his touch. With a deep reluctance he slipped his arm from round her. He stood up and went over to his equipment checking the output graphs to see what they might have picked up. He was amazed and delighted by the results. Not only did he pick up the rapid temperature drop there was a definite spike in the background electricity in the house. Whatever it was that had been in that room it had registered on two of his detectors. He turned to Alison barely able to hide his delight. "We got it on both the temp and on the background electrics." He said to her. "The only down side is it picked a room without a camera in it. From the point of proving anything I mean." He added quickly realising how what he had said could have sounded. Alison smiled her understanding of he meant. "It's good that we got a record of the variants." Her voice still shook as she spoke. "Do you mind if I stay down her for a bit. I don't think I could go back up yet." "Of course, if you want to can sleep down here. I'll turn out the light for you." She nodded and he went and turned out the light. She lay down and he placed one of the extra sheets over her. It took her over an hour to go back to sleep and she slept fitfully waking repeatedly fearful of what might be happening to her. Each time she woke up she saw Wayne sat near her protectively. Finally she went to sleep. She woke in the morning and guessed Wayne had let her sleep in as it was light. She should have taken over at midnight. He saw her waking up and smiled at her. "Feel any better?" He asked her, she nodded. "Want a tea?" Again she nodded; he went into the kitchen and soon came out with two cups of tea. He passed her one and she sat up sipping it gently feeling the hot liquid warming her and waking her up. "You should have woken me, I missed my watch." "You needed your sleep more than I did." She opened her mouth to argue but he stopped her with his hand. "If you want I'll get some kip now and you can keep a watch." She nodded and smiled. "Ok wake me in a couple of hours. I want to check the house for any gas or increase in background radiation." A Valentine Ghost Story "Ok but be careful up there." She said her voice worried. He smiled to her. "I will, but there's been no activity at all since so I'd guess whatever it is has gone for bit." He told her and went upstairs. Alison sat at the monitors watching them carefully keeping a close eye on the readings from the bedroom. She was worried about what could happen if the ghost had seen her as a lover could it see Wayne as a possible threat. The two hours passed with nothing so she went and carefully woke him up. He stared up at her blurry eyed from sleep. His hair ruffled from the pillow and he was not wearing his glasses. He climbed out of the bed in his boxers and grabbed his jeans quickly. Just not quick enough to avoid her getting a good look. He had a fairly fit body and she told herself that she was definitely going to have a chat with him that evening about her feelings towards him. She went down a rustled up some lunch for them both. After lunch, he began his search of the house first taking his Radiation metre and then coming back for the gas emission detector. Alison sat by the monitors reading her research material glancing up to keep an eye on the readings. She was just reading one of the many legends about the area when something caught her eye. The temperature monitor showed a blip, so small at first that she thought she had misread it. She lowered her notes and stared at the gauge. It shifted subtly almost imperceptibly at first. Then it was definitely moving slowly rising as the temperature rose somewhere in the house. She glanced towards Wayne's laptop, which had a schematic of the house. He had tied it into the sensors to show where any reading came from. It was the bedroom. The temperature was rising slowly. She opened her mouth to call to Wayne when the computer graphic changed. The hot spot was moving. It headed out of the bedroom and towards the front of the house. Alison watched it moving along the landing towards one of the front bedrooms. She froze to the spot her mouth open but no sound coming out as the heat source entered the room. Then the computer flashed a new graphic she flicked over to the monitors. The background electricity was rising rapidly also in the same bedroom. Her mind whirled Wayne was upstairs scanning with his detector, which room was he in. She turned and bolted to the stairs. Wayne opened the door from the landing into the front bedroom walking slowly to allow the detector in his hand to pick up any traces of gas as he walked. He was hoping it did not. He knew that certain gases could cause effects that were often believed to be ghostly. Of course, he had never heard of a gas that managed to alter both the temperature and the background electrical levels as well as causing any hallucinations. He walked slowly forwards towards the window waving the detector slowly in front of him. He glanced up at the window as he passed seeing the view onto the road with the sun shining in through the window. He could feel the heat from the sun on his skin. It must be a warm day for the time of year because the sun felt very warm. Its heat was warming the room. He turned away from the window carrying out a circuit of the room. As he walked away he felt the warmth from the sun on him. It took him a second or two to realise he was no longer in direct sunlight. As he did he felt a touch on his arm. He turned suddenly alert and very nervous. He could feel the temperature in the room rising rapidly, so much that he was sweating now. He took a step towards the door. Something shoved against him pushing him back against the wall. He staggered backwards reaching behind him to catch the wall before he hit it. The force on his chest increased as someone grabbed his shirt and almost lifted him off his feet slamming him against the wall. He gasped at the impact dropping the detector. He struggled against the force holding him against the wall but could not get free. The blow came out of nowhere; it snapped his head sideways and rattled his teeth. His vision blurred for a second now he was scared. He struggled harder trying to wriggle free from whoever or whatever held him. A second blow snapped his head back again. He tasted blood and began to get really scared, as his effort to get free seemed useless. He could not even see what was hitting him let alone protect himself from it. His struggles began to get desperate all the time expecting another blow. The door to the room suddenly burst open and Alison burst into the room. The grip on his front vanished and he pitched forwards to stunned to hold himself up. Alison reached him in a second and grabbed him protectively. She covered him with her body to try to ward off his attacker. The heat in the room rose to almost uncomfortable levels then as quickly as it had risen it feel back to normal levels. No more blows launched themselves at him and he felt himself shaking as he began to react to the attack. Alison helped him up her face crinkled in worry as she helped him downstairs. She sat him down and pulled out the first aid kit she had packed. She fetched out the cotton wool and antiseptic wipes. She gently wiped his cheek and lips wiping away the blood on his face. She checked him over concerned about how bad he was injured. Only when she had cleaned his face and checked he was fine did she sit down shaking with fear and worry. "That's it we're leaving now." She said to him. "It's not worth you getting hurt just to figure out what's happening here." "No we can't give up. I'm ok just a little shook up that's all." He insisted. "Just shook up, your lip is bleeding and you are going to have a bruise on that cheek by the morning. That was too dangerous; I couldn't get the door open at first. And I don't want to think what might have happened to you if I hadn't got it open when I did." He waved off her comments with a weak smile. "I'm ok, just need a cup of tea or maybe something stronger. Did you think to pack anything to drink?" She shook her head. "Good job I did then, check in the side pocket of my bad." Alison went over to his bag still concerned about him. The attack on him scared her; she did not want anything to happen to him. She knew that if they did leave she would be loosing the chance to tell him what she felt but that was not worth the risk of Wayne being seriously hurt. She reached into the pocket and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. She brought it over to Wayne. He took it and had a large swig from the bottle then offered her it. She took a mouthful of the whiskey and swallowed. The liquid burned as it went down her throat but it felt good. Wayne had another drink then put the cap back on. "I assume we got that on the record as you came up to me." Alison nodded, he smiled. "Good it was worth a few bruises then." She gave him an incredulous look. "Are you joking you've just been attacked and nearly beaten up by an unseen ghost. What happens next time? What if I can't get to you and protect you." She snapped at him. He looked at her startled. "We just have to be more careful, stay together and so on. Whatever is here has not done anything when we're both together." "Yet!" "I don't think it will, something tells me that this ghost is held off by us being together." "I'm supposed to be the one with the hunches not you." "Well then it must be a good hunch for me to get it mustn't it." She stopped her mouth open wide at the obvious holes in that logic. Then suddenly she laughed, she knew it was a reaction to what had just happened but she could not stop. After a second, he joined in and they both laughed for a few minutes before getting control of themselves. "You're going to insist aren't you?" He nodded and Alison gave a resigned sigh. "Fine then but don't expect me to be more that ten feet from you for the rest of the weekend." "I knew there was going to be an upside to this." He said with a faint laugh. She looked at him trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He gave her his best disarming smile trying to hide the slip he had just made. After a second she turned away and grabbed the book she had dropped. "Well if we're staying I think I might be on to something." She told him flicking through the book to find a particular passage. "There's a story in here about two young lovers. Here it is." She glanced down the passage quickly. Wayne watched her waiting almost holding his breath. Her deep brown eyes scanned the book taking in the words before lifting to look at him. "If this is right some point during the late seventeen hundreds the son of the local landholder feel in love with a farmer's daughter. It was a forbidden romance; his dad didn't want his son to marry a common farmer's girl. The lad is supposed to have run away to be with her but his father came after him. They hid in a barn but there was a fire, they died in the flames." "Sounds possible," he said nodding. "The fire sounds suspicious as well, just too convenient don't you think?" "Yeah I wonder if they are here for revenge or what?" "Pass, how would we find out? It's not like they've been very talkative so far." She thought about it for a few seconds then her face lit up. "I brought some stuff for a séance it's worth a try." Wayne hid his grimace at the idea. He did not consider séances scientific but could not think of any other way to get an answer. The next hour was spent preparing for the séance. Alison set up the table with candles and the equipment of the séance. Wayne spent the hour setting up his equipment to be able to record anything that might happen. He worried as he did about what they were about to do, was it safe? He was not sure if it was or not. But Alison knew what she was doing when it came to the occult and old style methods of dealing with ghosts. Alison had none of his worries as she set up the table for the séance. She was thinking more about what they would learn about the ghosts in the house. She was certain that the two young lovers from the legend were the ghosts in the house. The problem was going to be finding what they needed to lay them to rest. From her research she knew that most ghost had unfinished business which needed solving before they could go to rest. With most ghosts it was simple to figure out their unfinished business, but she was not certain what it would be with these two. The usual reason was to be buried or for justice. For some reason she felt these two would not have either as their unfinished business. All too soon the room was ready for the séance. Alison lit the candles on the table and sat down. She sat on the chair and began to mentally and spiritually prepare herself for the task ahead. Wayne coughed softly to get her attention. She looked up at him. "I was just wondering how safe this was," he told her. "After all I have been attacked by one of these ghosts. What if they turn violent towards you?" "That's why you're here." She said. "If things start to get dangerous you have to break the circle. I would never have done this by myself no matter what the situation was." Wayne nodded his understanding. She focused her mind again on the task at hand. It always took her a few minutes to prepare for a séance. It was always risky opening yourself up to the ghosts as she was about to, but often the only way to find out what they needed. When she felt ready, she began to whisper a soft summons to the trapped spirits. "I call on those spirits present to hear my voice. Come to us, show yourselves to us and let us aid your pain." She repeated the summons over and over each time her voice getting louder and firmer until she was ordering the spirits to appear. The smoke from the candles hovered in the room seeming to be getting thicker each time she spoke. Then she thought she saw figures in the smoke. Then they slowly grew more solid turning from unsubstantial misty forms into solid images of people. Then finally, they became recognisable as two distinct people. The first was a young man in his early twenties wearing clothes that came from about three centuries in the past. The other was a young girl who looked eighteen or possible nineteen in simple peasant robes. The two of them looked at each other obviously totally in love with each other. The girl reached her hand up to touch the man's cheek with adoration and love. He smiled down at her his eyes taking in every detail of her face. "It has been such a long time since I last saw thy beauty." He said to her, she smiled back at him. Alison felt her breath catch in her throat. She had not realised that the two would not have been able to see each other. "You are still as beautiful even after the centuries." Her face glowed in response to him. They stared into each other's faces for sometime before turning towards Alison and Wayne. "Why have you summoned us?" They both said. "We need to find answers from you. Why are you still here? Why have you been haunting this house for so long?" Alison asked them softly. The two of them looked at each other then turned back their faces angered. "We were kept apart, taken before our love could be fulfilled." He said, Alison looked at him her face sorrowful. "I am sorry, we know about your unfortunate deaths." "Unfortunate!" They both shouted at her knocking her back in the chair. "We were murdered!" Alison froze horrified by the declaration. "Murdered, who by?" "My father," the lad said. "He did not want us to marry. We were going to run away but he found out. He chased after us and we hid in the barn here in the area. He found us and burnt the barn down rather than let his son marry a peasant's daughter." His eyes filled with tears as he spoke, she clung to him her face showing her feelings as well. "We did not know and there is nothing said about it." "There would not be, only us two and my father know what happened." "Could it have been an accident?" Wayne asked softly not certain if he should speak up. They both shook their heads. "No we heard his father, he shouted to us demanding we came out. When we did not he said that he would never allow us to be married. Then he set the fire." She told him her eyes burning into him. Wayne swallowed hard at the intensity in that stare. "Is that why you are haunting this place?" Alison asked. "We were never allowed our happiness so why should we allow others to be happy in our presence." He snapped at her. "What do you mean?" "We died with our love unfulfilled." "You mean unmarried?" They shook their heads both suddenly blushing. "We...we were never able to..." He broke off too embarrassed to finish. She looked down unable to look at them. Alison suddenly figured out what they were embarrassed by. "You never consummated your love did you?" She said suddenly. They both looked at her mouths open and eyes wide, then nodded slowly again not looking at her. "We never will be able to. We do not have any bodies to do so." He said to her. Alison nodded her understanding. "And until we do we can never rest or find happiness. Therefore, we do not allow those around us to find happiness. Our love will never be and none near us will ever find love while we can not." His voice was venomous as he spoke. Alison could understand why, in their position she would probably feel the same way. "What could be done to allow you to rest?" She asked. "Nothing!" He snapped. "There must be something." "Until our love is fulfilled we will never rest. We are bodiless and can never fulfil our love so we never rest." Alison stared at him her mind blank. How could these two be put to rest when what they needed was impossible for them. She looked up at Wayne her eyes showing her confusion. Wayne looked at them and down at her then she saw inspiration appear in his eyes. He lent down to her and whispered his answer to her. "They need bodies to be able to fulfil their love. We could let them use ours." He said she looked at him. "You realise how dangerous that could be." She told him. "We would be giving them total control of not just our bodies but our minds and senses. If they wanted they might never let us free." "Hey I was only asking if it was possible I hadn't thought of any dangers." "I thought I should point it out. I do know of a way to allow it to happen. It basically lets them possess us and control our bodies." "What like in the exorcist?" "Sort of, but without the demonic element. It would still be dangerous but we would not start doing impressions of spinning tops." "It's up to you I guess, if you think it's safe then I'll go with it. I came up with the idea so I'll leave it up to you." Alison looked up at the two lovers who had been watching them closely as they spoke. "What if we said there was a way, would you be willing to be laid to rest." "Yes, we would." The man said "We could spend eternity together." The girl added. "Ok, well we would be willing to allow you to use our bodies." Alison told them. The two ghosts looked at each other then back at Alison their eyes wide. "Would that work?" The man said. "It would not be our flesh." Alison nodded. "It should do, you would experience everything as if our bodies were your bodies. It would be your spirits and minds that were in control. Our words would be your words." The two of them stood still thinking over the offer. "As long as I could tell it was you I would not mind." The girl said to her love. Alison felt her heart go out to her, the girl obviously so wanted to be with him. The man looked at her then to Alison. "We would be able to know it was each other?" "Yes you would," Alison said. "Then if you are willing, we are willing." Alison nodded and looked up at Wayne. "You certain?" She asked him. Wayne nodded not wanting to speak. He was too scared that she would tell what he was thinking if he spoke. He was willing because he would be able to sleep with her, even if some other spirit was controlling his actions. She turned to the ghosts and smiled. "Right, it will take a little while for us to prepare for you to use our bodies. First, we need to have clothing of your choice. For that, you will have to help us. If we show you what clothing we have brought with us you can choose from that." They split up Alison and the girl going upstairs while Wayne and the man stayed down to choose clothing. Wayne ended up in his black trousers and white shirt that he had brought for no reason other than the possibility of having a meal with Alison. When Alison came down she took his breath away with the way she looked. She was wearing a short, tight, sleeveless black dress that clung to her body. Her hair was, for the first time he had ever know, loose with one strand of red hair settled on her shoulder the rest hanging down her back. She had the barest of make up on but enough to accent her natural beauty. She was also wearing stiletto heels, which was also a first for her as far as Wayne knew. "Is that what you chose to wear?" The man asked. "It is the only dress she had." The girl asked, "and would not you have liked me to have worn something like this?" The man looked at Alison and nodded. Wayne said a silent prayer that he would be able to, at least, sense when his hands were touching Alison's body. He knew it would almost certainly be the only way he could ever hope to get to touch her body. There was no way a woman that sexy would want him. "Nice dress," Wayne said. Alison blushed. "I brought it in case we had a reason to celebrate." She said self-consciously. Wayne looked very suave in his trousers and shirt. Alison was glad it was him who was with her. Even if she did not ever remember what happened it would be him that she slept with. She walked down to stand next to him with a soft smile. The two ghosts moved together to stand behind them. "Right you are going move to surround us. As you do we will have to open our minds and spirit to let you enter." She turned to Wayne. "It will feel like you are suffocating for a few seconds. Don't panic and don't fight the feeling it will be over quickly." A Valentine Ghost Story "Will we be able to see or feel anything?" He asked her, she shrugged. "Honestly I have no idea, there is nothing written about how much the possessed can feel." Wayne nodded. Alison hoped that she would feel something, or if not she might remember afterwards. "If you are ready?" She asked him, he nodded again taking a depth breath. "Right we are ready when you are." For a second nothing happened then Alison felt arms wrap around her then she went very cold. It felt as if she stood in freezing fog with no clothes on. The cold seeped deeper into her slowly numbing her senses. She could not breath, something was blocking her throat. She felt deep cold flowing down her throat. It took all her strength not to fight to breath. Then suddenly she was moving turning towards Wayne. It felt as if she was watching her movements from a distance. She watched as her body kissed Wayne, softly first then with deeper passion. He kissed her back just as passionately. Their hands enclosed each other in a hard strong embrace. The kiss became deeper tongues pushing into each other's mouths. Alison could almost feel it, as if she was dreaming it or drugged. She felt his hands running up to cup her on breast softly. The touch seemed distant but still her whole soul reached out for it. Even though she knew it was not Wayne who was really touching her it was close enough. The hand was becoming firmer, fingers probing the flesh of her breast. Her body sank into that touch and she heard herself sigh softly at the touch. He lent down to kiss her neck softly and passionately. He reached his hand up to the back of her dress fumbling at the hook trying to release it. It came loose and he pulled down the zip his movements uncertain. Alison remembered that they would not have had zips when he had been alive. Then the thought was swept away as his hands slipped in the back of the dress touching her skin. She gasped feeling an almost electric thrill running down her spine. The hand slipped round towards her breast making her shiver in anticipation. Wayne could feel his hands running over Alison's flesh, it was distant but he could still feel it. He could feel his body's reaction to her. His fingers were cupping her naked breasts, rubbing across their firm shape, touching the nipples. He heard her hiss softly at the touch. His mouth kissed down her neck towards her breasts. He took one nipple into her mouth sucking softly on it making her gasp. She leant back gasping as he sucked hard on her breasts. She began to pull at his shirt opening it and running her fingers across his back, and up to his neck holding him down to her breasts. He felt his hands push her dress down then run up her naked flesh over her buttocks pulling her towards him. She sank slowly downwards pulling him down onto him. He kissed her neck and breasts then her lips pushing his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue about his. Her fingers reached down to his trousers fumbling uncertainly at the button and zip, it was as if she had no idea how to work it. Then suddenly the zip opened and her fingers pushed into his trousers to wrap around his cock. He heard himself gasp as she rubbed her hand up and down him. Neither of them had yet spoken a word, it was as if they had been together so long they did not need words now. She pushed his trousers down freeing his cock as she opened her legs for him. He moved between her legs his cock sliding down toward her pussy. She guided him down to her wanting him inside her almost desperate for him to be in her. He felt his cock pushing into her feeling her pussy opening around him. She kissed him hard moaning softly as he entered her. He began to push in and out of her sliding deeply into her. Alison heard herself gasping as he pushed into her. It almost felt like it was really happening to her, no longer distant. She was being drawn into the embrace of their passion as if the ghost possessing her body wanted her there. She could feel him inside her filling her with his cock. She was gasping enjoying the feeling of him inside her. He pushed in deep again, his cock sliding into her. She could feel the passion of the girl in her body. Alison matched it feeling Wayne's cock inside her even if it was not him pushing it into her. He was kissing her hard his hands pressing into her breasts, as they made loved. She could feel the pleasure his cock was causing her body, no longer distant now close and intense as if it was her he was fucking. She gasped feeling him thrust into her again and realised that it was just her inside her body, the spirit of the girl was gone. She looked up at Wayne and could see the same realisation in them. The spirits had gone, the unfinished business finally finished letting them go on. The two of them lay still looking at each other. Alison could feel him still inside her; he was looking down at her a mix of shock and hope in his eyes. She knew her eyes were mirroring his, it came as a shock to realise he might really want her. She leant up to kiss him softly on the lips. "Please," she whispered to him. The hope in his eyes dimmed and she felt him pulling away. "Don't stop," she told him. He froze hope and delight flashing across his face. She kissed him harder, felt his tongue pushing into her mouth and wrapping around hers. He pushed back into her and she gasped hard, he pulled out and pushed back in. She felt his fingers digging back into her breasts. He began to thrust in and out of her hard, pushing into her. She lifted her legs up wrapping them around him gasping and moaning as he thrust into her. They kissed passionately as they made love. He pulled out of her kissing down her body quickly. Before she could react to him, he was licking her pussy. His tongue licking inside her and up to her clitoris. Alison moaned softly wrapping her fingers in his hair arching her back. His hands were still firmly gripping her breasts, his fingers rubbing over her hard nipples. Alison gasped and moaned as he licked avidly at her pussy. She pushed her legs wide apart to give him as easy an access to her pussy as she could. Wayne licked deeply inside her tasting her. She tasted so sweet he wanted to lick her pussy all night. He had not believed it when she had asked him not to stop. He wanted to experience everything he could of her before she came to her senses and stopped him. He pushed his tongue deep into her licking his tongue as deep inside her as he could. He moved up to run his tongue around her clitoris feeling her body react to his touch. She moaned deeply again arching her back as he licked her clitoris. He flicked his tongue repeatedly over her clitoris causing her to gasp and moan loudly. His fingers rubbed over her hard nipples and squeezed her breasts. Her fingers were in his hair pushing him into her pussy. He licked harder at her clitoris wanting to make her cum, wanting to have that moment of knowing she had let him make her cum. Suddenly she was pulling his head up towards hers "I want you to be in when I cum." She hissed pulling him up to her. He shifted up kissing her hard as he pushed his cock into her. She moaned softly pushing her tongue into his mouth. He thrust in and out hard, pushing his cock as deeply into her as he could. She was gasping loudly her breathing becoming fast and ragged. She clung to him burying her face into his neck gasping his name repeatedly. He felt her body shaking and knew she was cumming. She held him tight her arms and legs wrapped around him. He thrust in and out of her hard and fast. He kissed her neck and shoulders gasping rapidly. He felt her orgasm ending as she relaxed slightly but still held him in her arms. He was ramming in with all his strength thrusting his cock into her. She moaned loudly, gasping with each thrust. "Oh god, Wayne I love you." She gasped to him kissing him hard. He kissed her back too amazed to think, she loved him. "I love you too," he hissed back. "I have for so long." He kept ramming into her feeling her pussy wrapped around him like a glove. He gasped deeply; she repeatedly moaned his name as she kissed him hard. He knew he was close to cumming but was fighting wanting to keep the moment. He wanted to continue fucking her for as long as he could. If he stopped would she push him away, would she realise that he was just a sad geek. But it became impossible to hold back, with a deep moan of pleasure he came pumping his cum into her. She gave a soft gasp and clung to him kissing him passionately as he came inside her. They hugged each other tightly not wanting to let go of each other. Finally, their bodies screamed for movement and they finally rolled apart. "Did you mean what you said?" Wayne asked her after a minute. She looked at him. "What?" His heart sank. "You told me you loved me." She looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes I did," he felt his heart leap. "Did you mean what you said to me?" "Oh yes, I love you." She kissed him hard and he kissed her back. A sudden thought made him pull away giggling. She looked at him in surprise. "I just remembered what day it is." She gave him a blank look. "Feb the fourteenth." Her face was still blank. He smiled as he next spoke. "Will you be my valentine?" Her face showed her sudden understanding. "OH YES!" She shouted and kissed him hard. "I will be your valentine today and for ever." She pulled him onto her and kissed him hard. "We have all night to celebrate haven't we." She whispered reaching down to rub her fingers over his cock. He smiled and kissed her hard having no intention to stop at any time until the morning.