Jacques' Haunted House

                                                                      Chapter 1

The house on 13th Street was supposed to be haunted. It was an old style house from the turn of the century, now a renovator's dream. The garden had been left to run wild, the paint was cracked and peeling, the front gate creaked as it swung on its dry hinges. Every Halloween kids would dare each other to go inside to face the ghost that dwelled within. Only a few brave souls had ventured in only to come back out, running and screaming down the street.

The rumor was that the ghost that resided there was a man who had been murdered by a jealous woman. Apparently the man, Jacques, had rejected the woman, Elaine, so she killed him in a fit of rage. Elaine then turned the knife on herself to be with her loved one. That had happened a century ago and still Jacques haunted the house.

It was a week before Halloween. The stores were all decorated with the ghouls and witches for the season. Rosemary still found it amazing how the Americans celebrated Halloween. Back in England there wasn't this much fuss made over it. She had only been in New Orleans for three months, still suffering from culture shock. She still couldn't believe she had snagged the job as the leading researcher for Clarkes and Gable. It was a great job and the staff were a friendly and sociable bunch of people. She was happy to accept the invitation to go to the work Halloween party.

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                                                                 Chapter 2

Rosemary looked forward to the party. She was wore a long black dress that clung to her shapely body. Her waist length black hair, pale skin and glowing blue eyes made her look like "Mortisha Addams" from the Addams Family. She had already been nicknamed Mortisha by the office clown. Tonight she would dress the part.

There were quite a few people at the party being held at the boss's house on 12th street. It had the usual Halloween games, which were all quite new to Rosemary. She drank a bit too much wine, as she was a bit nervous meeting so many new people. As midnight came around there was a discussion about going to the house on 13th Street. Rosemary was feeling very tipsy and full of Dutch courage as she decided to go along with the group.

The House looked very dark and unwelcoming. There were screams as a frightened group of teenagers ran out of the house and down the street.

"Scaredy cats," Peter yelled after them.

"Let's see you go in then, Peter."

"Who's going with me?"

"I will."

Rosemary couldn't believe she had just said that. The House looked scary but oddly compelling to her. They went through the open front door. The hallway was dirty and dusty. The light came on scaring them both. Peter went charging in to the lounge area. The chandelier glowed with warm light. The room was dusty with cobwebs clinging to every surface.

"Wow, take a look at this."

Peter was staring at the wall near the hall. It was covered in mirror tiles. What was also so amazing was that there was very little dust on them. Rosemary admired the room and found herself looking into the mirror. She thought she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see nothing but Peter heading out of the room. She looked again into the mirror and saw a dark shape near the door. Again she looked around and saw nothing. Rosemary was beginning to wonder if she were seeing things when she felt an icy cold breeze pass over her. She shivered and hugged her arms around herself. She looked around for Peter to see if he had opened a door somewhere.

"Peter? Where are you?"

There was no reply. As she went to leave the room she felt a little dizzy. She put her hands to her head and rubbed her temples. The temperature in the room warmed considerably. Thinking she was going to faint, she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror.

"Oh my god!"

She gasped as she saw that the reflection in the mirror was colored with a fire roaring in the fireplace behind her. She spun around and saw the dusty room with the black fireplace. Turning back she saw that the mirror still showed the same cozy scene. Back and forth she looked wondering what on earth was going on.

"Have to give up drinking completely. This is very weird."

She moved around the room still looking in the mirror. The coziness of the lounge looked very inviting. She could even see out the door to the stairs. A lovely Persian rug covered the floor and went on up the stairs. Moving the other way she could see into the dining room. There was the edge of a table and chairs and the glow of candlelight. She glanced in there again to see the white-sheeted furniture. She turned back to the mirror again and sighed at the sight.

"What a lovely place this must have been."

"Thank you," a deep voice said.

Rosemary jumped and looked around.

"Peter, cut it out. Come on we should be going."

"Please don't go," the deep voice asked.

Slowly Rosemary turned back toward the mirror. She was not really surprised to see a tall man walking up behind her. What made her gasp was that he was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Dark long hair that hung in ringlets just past his broad shoulders. Warm olive skin and mahogany eyes that held hers captive in the mirror. He was dressed in a black suit that emphasized his dark beauty. The goatee framed a luscious mouth with a full lower lip. Rosemary felt a heat stirring inside. She saw him moving closer and he lifted a hand to touch her shoulder.

"Hey Rosemary, you should see the upstairs," Peter said as he burst into the room.

The scene in the mirror vanished to be replaced by the dusty room once again. Rosemary sighed as she glanced around her and saw only Peter.

"Hey what's wrong? Looks like you've seen a ghost?" He laughed at his own joke.

"Come on Rosemary let's go. Don't know what the big deal was anyway. This place isn't haunted."

As he finished a great gust of cold air blasted through the room and every door in the house slammed shut. Peter jumped up and ran out of the house. Rosemary shivered then the breeze warmed around her.

"Come back anytime, Rosemary, and you will be most welcome."

The deep voice was soft near her ear. A gentle caress on her cheek and she was left feeling alone. She smiled to herself and whispered,

"I'll return soon."

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                                                                 Chapter 3

During the next few days Rosemary tried to relive what had happened in the house. She knew that the ghost must be Jacques. She surfed the internet to find the original story of the murder in the house. There was a photo of Jacques and it looked exactly like the ghost. She felt sad that such a handsome man was cut down in the prime of his life by a jealous woman.

She decided to visit the house again to see if she had been dreaming or not. As she pulled up to the house she noticed that the front door was opening, inviting her to go inside.

"Well that's a good start," she thought.

Inside she was stunned with surprise. As the door closed softly, the whole house became bathed in color. It was like she had stepped back into the past. She looked around for Jacques.

"Welcome Rosemary, please join me by the fire."

The deep voice spoke from the lounge. She walked in and looked around. She couldn't see anyone until she looked into the mirror. There he was lounging on the sofa looking very relaxed. She turned and looked at the sofa but she couldn't see him. It was only by looking in the mirror that she saw him.

"I don't understand why I can only see you there."

She gestured to the mirror. He rose up and moved behind her. This time she felt his hands on her shoulders. They were large with long elegant fingers. They caressed her gently.

"I am amazed you have been able to see this much. No one but you has ever been able to see me."

His voice sounded so caressing like his hands. She became aware of his scent around her. Spicy and musky and so very arousing to her body. She inhaled deeply, drawing more of his smell in.

"This is so strange. I can feel you, hear you and even smell you but I can only see you in the mirror. How can that be?"

He smiled and she was stunned by his flashing white teeth. How incredibly handsome he was.

"It's human nature to believe only what you see and to see only what you believe. You know I am a ghost therefore your eyes will not let you see me. The mirror is an indirect way to your mind."

His fingers were now caressing her neck. She watched as he lowered his head and felt his lips touch her skin. Her eyes opened wide as she felt and saw his lips move up to her ears. He gently ran his tongue over the rim. She gasped in surprise then reached up and felt his hair, which was soft and silky to the touch. He whispered,

"Close your eyes and let yourself feel how real I am."

She did as he asked and he slowly turned her around. His hands came up to frame her face. She could feel his thumbs caressing her cheeks.

"You are so beautiful."

She felt his lips on hers so soft and gentle. His beard brushed gently over her chin. His kiss was questioning her desire. She was enjoying the feeling of his warm soft lips and she raised her hands to tangle up in his hair. His tongue came out to taste her lips and she let him into her mouth. The kiss deepened as their tongues caressed and tasted each other. She pressed herself up against him trying to get closer to him. His hands left her face and caressed her back, pulling her in closer to him. She moaned against his lips. He pulled away slightly and she opened her eyes to see nothing. She turned to look in the mirror and saw him looking down at her. He too then looked into the mirror.

"'Will you stay with me tonight?"

She smiled but as she turned, she was looking at thin air again. It felt very disorienting so she pulled away from him. She faced the mirror and said,

"I can't believe I have been just kissing a ghost. You feel so real and..."

She looked down and shook her head.

"I can't do this Jacques, it's just too weird."

She fled out of the door to her car and drove like a maniac home.

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                                                               Chapter 4

Rosemary could not get Jacques out of her mind. She would find herself daydreaming and remembering the feel of his lips on hers. She wanted him so much she would wake in the middle of the night aching for his touch. She drove past the house and even stopped one evening on her way home from work. The front door opened but she drove away. She felt frightened about her feelings for Jacques. She could still feel the way her body responded to his touch. A burning desire rose in her at the thought of him.

"This is madness, how can I get involved with a ghost?"

That night she dreamt of him again. He was calling to her, begging her to come over and give him a chance.

"Let me love you as you deserved to be loved."

His voice filled her mind and she felt a caress on her lips. She woke with a start and saw nothing.

"Jacques are you here?"

His voice came to her mind,

"Please Rosemary, come to me. I need you."

She heard all of his desire in that request. She got out of bed and hurriedly dressed. His need had awoken her own desire to go to him. She had to see him again, to kiss him, to make love to him. She didn't care that he was a ghost because to her he was as real as she was.

"I'm on my way Jacques."

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                                                                 Chapter 5

Rosemary drove quickly to the house. As she ran up the steps the door flew open. She raced into the lounge and turned to the mirror to see Jacques standing there waiting. She stopped and watched as he came to her. His arms slid around her waist as he kissed her neck

"I'm so glad you're here. I've missed you."

He drew her back into his body, which was hard with desire. She gasped at the feel of his solid body against hers. She closed her eyes and turned in his arms, offering her lips to him.

"I couldn't stay away, Jacques. I had to be with you again."

He kissed her passionately with his tongue diving into her mouth. She held tight to him, parting her lips to kiss him in return. He tasted so good. She ran her hands up and down his back enjoying the solid feel of him. His hands slid up her sides to caress her breasts. She leaned back to allow him better access to them. He cupped them in his large hands and his thumbs caressed her nipples bringing them to hard peaks. His lips touched her ears and he whispered,

"Please stay with me Rosemary. I want to make love to you."

She sighed against his neck and kissed him.

"How could I possibly say no to you Jacques. You are all I have thought about for the last week. I want you so much!"

She kissed his neck and made her way up to his ear.

"I'll stay with you as long as you want."

He groaned against her neck.

"Then come my sweetness, you'll be here for a long time."

She felt herself being swept up into his arms. She opened her eyes and kept looking forward so she wouldn't have to see herself floating in the air. They went upstairs to his bedroom. She gasped as she realized she could see Jacques carrying her. The walls were covered in mirrors. Jacques smiled at her amazed expression.

"Now you'll be able to see us making love. I hope that it won't be too strange for you. I want you to be able to see me as well as feel me."

She smiled at him in the mirror. His eyes were so intense as he stared into hers turning a deep chocolate color. She reached up to caress his cheek. He turned his face and kissed her palm causing a shiver to go through her.

"It'll be wonderful to be able to see all of you. My imagination has been working overtime."

He chuckled causing a wave of warmth to flood through her body.

"I hope I won't disappoint you."

He kissed her neck as he undid the buttons of her dress. His fingers caressed her breasts as he slowly moved down her front. He dragged the material down her arms and dropped it to the floor. His hands came up to cup her breasts and she placed her hands over his, pressing them harder onto her. He groaned against her skin and she tingled down to her toes. He undid the bra and let it slide to the floor. His hands were warm against her skin. They moved down her body, caressing her ribs, her belly. She watched mesmerized as his hand cupped her mound. She groaned as he slid a finger over her wetness. She moved her hips so that she could feel his arousal on her back. He groaned too.

"Jacques, I want to feel your skin too."

She moved away from his hands and watched in the mirror as he undressed from his suit. As he undid his shirt she licked her lips in anticipation. His chest slowly became exposed and she looked in awe at the sight. Smooth olive skin over a well-muscled chest and well-defined abs. He looked stunning in the soft light. Her fingers ached to touch him and her lips ached to kiss him. He looked into her eyes and smiled at the desire he saw there. His hands started to undo his belt and trousers. She held her breath as he slid the material down his long lean legs. As he stood there naked with his manhood standing boldly upright from his patch of dark hair, she whispered,

"Jacques, you are so beautiful."

He chuckled and smiled.

"I'm glad you find me desirable, my dear."

She reached out her hand to touch his chest. When she had made contact with his skin she closed her eyes and turned around. She drew him to her so that her breasts were pressed against his chest. She kissed his skin then drew his lips down to hers for a kiss. She sought out his tongue and wrapped hers around his. He walked her backwards until she felt the edge of the bed against her legs. She slid up the bed and lay back to look up at the ceiling. She gasped as she saw Jacques poised above her.

"This is incredible Jacques, a mirror on the ceiling?"

He looked up so she could see the grin on his face.

"I did say that I wanted you to see us making love."

She grinned back at him and pulled him back down for another kiss. Jacques kissed a trail over her cheek to her neck. Rosemary watched in the mirror as she stroked his back, admiring the play of muscles beneath his skin. She found it very arousing to be able to see him kissing his way down her body. She held her breath as he lowered his head between her legs. As his tongue found her pearl of pleasure, she groaned and reached for his hair. She caressed his silky curls as he licked and sucked at her juices. She felt the beginning of her climax as she whimpered and moaned.

"Jacques, please, I need to feel you inside me!"

She looked down at her spread thighs and saw nothing. She looked up and saw Jacques raise his head and shake it. His hair brushed over her thighs causing tingles of pleasure.

"I'm not going to stop until I taste you, all of you. Only then will I know you are satisfied."

He bent back down to continue his exquisite torture. She felt the pressure build up until she arched her back and cried out her release. He continued to lick her juices as she regained her breath.

She looked up into the mirror at his dark head between her legs. She pulled him up until he was lying between her spread thighs. He entered her slowly, taking his time to savor the feeling of her moist sheath enclosing him. She watched in fascination as she could see his hips moving in and out of her, buttocks clenched to control the long thrusts. What she wouldn't give to be able to see him in all his naked glory.

"Oh baby, you feel so good!"

He picked up the pace and began to thrust harder and faster into her. She felt the climax growing inside. His breath was hot and humid on her neck, his hair brushing her face and ear. She could see nothing until she looked into the mirror. In frustration she rolled him over onto his back. As she straddled his hips and took him inside her again, she looked up to see him reaching for her hips. She began her own rhythm of moving up and down on him. It was so arousing to see his desire on his face and in his eyes. His hands made their way up to her breasts rubbing the peaks with his thumbs. She moaned as she arched her back as her climax rushed through her pelvis up her spine. He pulled her down on top of him and rolled her over onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up to him and entered her from behind. He leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.

"I have only just begun, my sweet!"

She looked up into the mirror in front of her. Jacques was holding her hips as he watched himself slide in and out of her. When he looked up he saw her watching him. He smiled as he leant down to whisper in her ear.

"Do you know how exciting it is to see you watching me? Watching me while I fill you with my body?"

He brought his hands around to cup her hanging breasts, massaging them and watching her eyes half close in pleasure. She watched him as he nipped her neck and brought his hands across her belly to her mound. There he stroked her again as his hips pounded harder into hers. She matched his speed and thrust back up to him. They groaned as their orgasms shot through their bodies. He lay against her back for a moment to catch his breath. He pulled her down with him so that they lay on their sides spooned together. He stroked her hair away from her neck and gently kissed below her ear.

"Rest now my love knowing I'll be here to watch over you."

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                                                                    Chapter 6

Rosemary sighed as she awoke from her deep sleep. She had another dream where she was making love to Jacques. They were becoming more realistic, she thought, stretching out languidly. As she brought her arm back down she touched warm flesh. Startled she came awake completely. She gasped as she turned to see a man next to her, lying on his stomach with his head turned away. She gazed over the incredible caramel color of his skin, his long silky black curls and the bulge of his biceps as his hands rested under his head.

"My god,� she thought to herself. "I can see Jacques!"

She felt a thrill of excitement ripple through her body. She slid across to him and raised herself up on her elbow. She could barely see his face with his hair lying across it. She gently pulled back his curls and tucked them behind his ear. Leaning down she kissed his cheek. He sighed contentedly. She leant over and kissed his shoulder and slid her hand over his smooth skin. She enjoyed the contrast between the pale white and caramel. She licked his shoulder savoring the taste of him. Her hand glided over the smooth skin of his back, enjoying the sensation of finally being able to see him.

He rumbled his pleasure as he slowly turned over to face her. He brushed his hair away from his eyes. She smiled as he opened up his mahogany colored eyes. He smiled in return.

"You have such a beautiful smile Jacques, in fact you are simply breath taking!"

She waited for him to realize the full implications of what she was saying. She watched his expression change from puzzlement to wonder as he looked at her.

"You can see me?"

She reached up to caress his face.

"Yes my love, every wonderful glorious inch of you!"

He pulled her close to him and kissed her lips. His tongue delved deeply into her mouth, hunger consuming them both. She broke away and pushed him gently onto his back. She smiled wickedly as she bent down to softly caress his lips.

"I want to see what I have been missing."

She kissed her way across his jaw to his ear. Flicking her tongue inside she was rewarded with a groan. His hands reached up to tangle in her hair as she moved down his neck. Slowly she made her way down his chest to his nipples. There she tongued them to hard peaks, then slid her tongue along the ridge of his muscled chest and abs. She was very aroused by the taste of his skin, the labored breathing of him and the musky smell that filled her senses. Her nipples hardened too so they were extra sensitive as they dragged over his body.

"OHHH Rosemary," he groaned as he tightened his hold in her hair.

She settled herself between his legs. His manhood was erect and waiting for her touch. Gently but firmly she stroked the length of him bringing another deeper groan from him. She licked the drops of wetness from the tip, enjoying the salty taste of him. His hips jerked off the bed. She looked up at him.

"Oh god, don't stop!"

His eyes were smoldering with desire and need. So dark chocolate brown, almost black. She licked his shaft and kept eye contact with him as she slowly took him in her mouth. His hands grasped her head harder as he moved his hips upwards. He groaned again as she continued to slide her mouth over him. As she increased the pressure and speed, he flung his head back in ecstasy. His chest heaved as he panted his pleasure. His hips thrust up, sending him deeper into her mouth. She slid her hands down to cup his tight buttocks. He looked down at her again, lips slightly parted as he breathed rapidly.

" Oh baby, I want you so much!"

He pulled her mouth away from him, lifted her up the bed and flipped her onto her back. He kneed her thighs apart and buried his shaft in her wet opening. He withdrew quickly then thrust in again. Rosemary groaned her pleasure to be so filled with him. His hips set up a fast crushing rhythm, which brought them both to a body shattering climax.

Jacques stayed on top of Rosemary as their breathing returned to normal. She looked up into his face, smiling contentedly now that she could see her lover's face. Her hands gently touched his face, enjoying the feel of his beard beneath her fingers. He kissed the inside of her wrist and palm sending shivers down her spine. They kissed deeply and slowly, tongues caressing each other gently.

Rosemary shivered as the air around them turned icy cold. Jacques lifted his head and he frowned in concentration. He pulled himself off her quickly and grabbed up her clothes throwing them on the bed.

"Get dressed and leave now!"

She was still in shock as only a moment before they had been languidly kissing each other.

"Hurry Rosemary, you must get out before...."

A woman came out of the shadows pointing a gun at them.

"Before what my dear Jacques?"

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                                                              Chapter 7

Jacques became still for a moment as he looked at Rosemary. His eyes were apologetic and sad as he held her gaze.

"Before what Jacques?"

The woman was more insistent this time as she waved her gun at him. Rosemary felt cold fear grip her insides. She was terrified of what might happen to Jacques. She couldn't lose him now.

"Before Elaine gets here, is that what you were going to say? Well it's too late, loverboy."

Rosemary gasped as she recognized Elaine as the woman who had shot Jacques.

"Elaine, stop this now. You've already taken my life, how much more do you want?"

"I wanted you to love me, Jacques, that's all I've ever wanted."

" I was honest with you. I could never love you and I didn't want you to think that would ever change."

"I can see that you were able to find love anyway. Well Jacques," she sneered as she pointed the gun at Rosemary. "You know the old saying, ' If I can't have you . . .'" Elaine pulled the trigger and a tearing pain tore through Rosemary's chest. "Then nobody can."

Jacques roared as he leapt toward Elaine who vanished into thin air. Rosemary fell back onto the bed, barely conscious of the warm blood soaking the sheets. Jacques leapt onto the bed and scooped her up into his arms. He whispered to her,

"Stay with me, my love, don't leave me here alone."

Rosemary felt oddly detached from the pain. She drifted on a haze of numbness as she felt her spirit rise above herself. She could see Jacques holding her lifeless body, rocking back and forth, sobbing into her hair. Looking up she could see a white light that glowed in welcome, urging her toward it. As she floated higher Jacques looked up with such anguish in his face. She felt such love for him that she couldn't bear to see his pain. She hovered between the light and Jacques. He saw her there above him and reached up to her.

"My love, don't go. Please stay with me. I love you!"

She could feel her desire to go to him but the pull from the light was strong. Rosemary stretched out her hand toward him.

"Come with me Jacques, come and join me in the light."

He reached up and caught her hand. Together they floated up higher and higher. Rosemary smiled at her lover as they entered the light.

"It's time we went home, my love."

The End.

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