Perverts 'R' Us

When Death Calls

By Danyealle ( masturbation, paranormal, horror )

It had all started late one night as Karen was preparing for bed. As she was double checking the list of things she needed to take care of the next day, making sure that she didn't over look anything, the phone rang. Hastily she stuck the list on the fridge with a magnet then scurried off to answer it. Considering how late it was she figured it was one of three things; being called into work, family emergency or a wrong number. Grabbing the handset, she clicked the talk button, "Hello."

Initially, all she could hear was the person on the other end breathing then a voice that had an eerie, almost ethereal, sound to it said, "Hello Karen."

Instantly upon hearing the voice, her eyes widened then felt a cold chill run down her spine. No doubt about it she knew that voice; Kinder Loveless. Putting a hand over her mouth, she began shaking her head, whole body trembling as though she had just been doused with ice water. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the voice belonged to him, it wasn't possible! A little over 5 years ago, Kinder had been killed in a car accident. Before she could get herself under control and say something there was a click then silence, indicating whomever it was has hung up. Putting the receiver back in its cradle, she stood there, just looking at the phone, thinking.

After a few minutes, she shook herself out of the almost hypnotic state she was in then headed off to get ready for bed. It took a great deal of time for Morpheus to finally pay her a visit because the call had been unsettling. When she was finally able to doze off her sleep was restless.

With some sleep, even though it wasn't very restful, she was better equipped to deal with the subject in a calm, rational way. In the end, she concluded it was probably nothing more than a wrong number from someone that had a voice similar to Kinder's, nothing more than that. Satisfied with that she pushed the whole issue aside then went about her daily routine, not mentioning it to anyone. Once she had convinced that there was a reasonable, logical and rational for it, she felt better. For the next few days she waited to see if the person would call back. When they didn't that solidified her stance on the matter.

Exactly one month later, it happened again. Curled up on the couch, she was engrossed in a book not paying attention to anything but that. When the phone rang, she grabbed the cordless off the coffee table where she had placed it earlier. Marking her spot in the book, she said a distracted hello. Like last time, all she heard was some breathing then the exact same voice saying her name again. Instantly, that cold chill ran through her and she began trembling. This time however, she was able to ask who it was but got no answer. A click of them hanging up was the only thing she heard in response. Again, her gut feeling was that it was Kinder. Her brain was telling her that it was his voice but she also had a gut feeling that it was as well. Even if it was him, those two calls scared her.

After that the calls began to come more frequently. Not only were they terrifying, she didn't know what to do about them. Although she wanted them to stop she didn't want to tell anyone about them for fear of being branded a nutcase. It eventually got to the point that she about jumped out of her skin every time the phone rang. One night, out of sheer frustration, she ended the call then left the receiver to the non-cordless phone in the kitchen off the hook so no one could get through. Emotionally exhausted, she flopped on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around her then began flipping channels. After settling on one of the channels that ran old movies, she burrowed deeper under the blankets and watched the old black and white movie play out its plotline. About midway through the show she drifted off to sleep, the flickering colors from the screen illuminating her body and danced across it.

At midnight the grandfather clock began to chime its melody, the sound echoing a bit. Normally that sound would wake her but this time it didn't. Once it quit chiming all the lights that were still on winked out one by one. Suddenly the picture on the TV began to distort and fuzz out then it turned off. Now the only sounds in the whole house were her breathing and the ticking of the clock, which seemed louder in the silence. In the kitchen the receiver on the counter began to jiggle around a bit then a thick mist, like a dense fog, began to pour out of it. When there was no more mist coming through the receiver what was in the room began to swirl around, shifting shapes. In under a minute it had taken on a human form, that of a man that was about 6'3", of medium build and tousled hair. Because it was compose entirely of a shifting grey mist there were no colors distinguishable on his form.

Once his form finished shifting around he slowly made his way to the living room. Stopping in the hallway, it smiled as it gazed at one of the paintings. It was a picture of him and Karen, taken a couple weeks before he died. Turning away, he continued until he was in the living room, looking at her from the arm of the couch where her feet were. Smiling broadly, his eyes raked up at down her body. She hadn't changed much in the five years since his death. Her caramel blonde hair was still about the same length and had a similar style to the one he remembered. It also seemed that she was about the same weight she was then as well. Waving a hand, the blanket unwound from around her and settled on the back of the sofa. With another wave her clothes followed suit, sliding off in such a manner that it seemed as though invisible hands unbuttoned and unzipped things before they folded themselves and stacked in a neat pile on the coffee table. Throughout the whole thing she didn't move nor open her eyes, just laid there snoring softly. While he had extinguished the lights and TV he had also put something akin to a spell on her that was nothing more than a deep sleep that she would awaken normally from.

Because of the rules governing the dead coming back he didn't have much time tonight. Walking over, he knelt down by her head. Sliding an arm under her neck, he leaned down and kissed her, letting his hand wander down over the gentle, sloping hills of her small, apricot-sized breasts then down her stomach to the soft thatch of her pubic hair. Sliding one finger down, he touched the sensitive nub that was her clit and rubbed it with a practiced touch that only people that were familiar with someone's body could do. Moaning softly in the depths of sleep, she shivered as his touch did its magic. Kissing her more passionately, he moved his finger just how he knew she liked it, feeling her slick juices start to coat his fingers. With his practiced skill he quickly brought her to an orgasm, moaning softly and shivering.

When she finished, he gave her another quick kiss then stood up. Waving his hand the blanket slithered down over her and tucked its' self around her body. Smiling, he blew her a kiss before turning around and heading towards the kitchen. Before sliding back through the phone he muttered, "I'll be back, Karen. We were to be together forever and I will keep that promise." A wicked grin crossed his face then his body seemed to collapse into a swirling mist then slide back through the phone receiver back down into the depths of hell. He knew he wouldn't be there long, he had plans to come back and stay with her whether she liked it or not.