Chapter 2

Sarah bounded out of bed the next morning and went to the closet to retrieve a fresh white blouse and blue pleated skirt school uniform from there and threw it on the bed. She then placed the blue tie and a white bra and thong set on top of it and headed into her bathroom. Turning on her shower for the water to warm, she slipped her pink baby doll outfit off and tied her hair on top of her head and placed a shower cap over it. Finding the water at a comfortable temperature she stepped in and began to wet her body. She was lathering her wash cloth when she felt a chill in the air. Glancing around she saw nothing and there was no shadow outside the opaque glass shower door. She began to lather her body unaware of 'he' sitting in the corner, floating near the roof, admiring her body.

'He' thought of the various "girlfriends/mates" he had over the last hundred and thirty years since his death, starting with his mother, none had been as lovely as this one. He had to get cum pumped into her so he could regain his power of materialization. Such was his curse; he had to get the girl or woman to realize he was there and name him. Then he had the power to possess them and bend them to his will. They would then enter into incestuous relationships, daughters with fathers or mothers with sons. On several occasions there had not been a daughter to possess and he had to use the mother on her son, and once he had no children and that was the easiest ever. He made her horny enough to fuck her husband two or three times a day and had been able to quickly materialize, but she had never realized he was there, he could not possess her and upon his materialization the couple had fled. Whenever the woman left the house, never to return, he would die and become invisible again to await new tenants. All the others had realized there was a ghost and since he never harmed them, had put up with his pranks and eventually named him. Then it was incest time until he could materialize and had driven the son or father to the brink of madness and the point where they had freely raped their mother or daughter. Fathers would banish their sons when they learned of it and then 'he' would leave signs of the wife's infidelity until the husband left her. Then 'he' was able to take the male's place and live until the woman died or left the house. If she failed to return within 24 hrs he would die and have to wait for the next. Fathers, after they had raped, would be forced to leave and then 'he' would scare the rest of the family out so he could have his "girlfriend". But the same rules applied, she'd die or leave and he'd die. When Mark had so easily developed erections over Sarah's unintentional flashing, 'he' thought it would be easy to get the incest started. Oh well, 'he'd have to use the old fashion way.

Sarah finished her shower and stepped out to dry off as 'he' floated through the wall into her bedroom and prepared for her. Sarah came into the room and reached for her thong when she saw it, the key she had found in the basement, lying on her clothes, over the thong. "What in the hell?" she thought. "How did that get there? I know I placed it on the dresser yesterday afternoon and haven't touched it since. In fact, I'd forgotten all about it." She picked it up and replaced it on her dresser and began to get dressed. "Now that I know where the basement door is, I need to get home this afternoon change clothes and return to the basement with the key. I spent all my time trying to find a way out yesterday; today I need to look for the 'Great Treasure' it unlocks." She bounced down the stairs to find her father at the kitchen table with toast and coffee.

"Want me to fix you some breakfast, honey?" he asked as he kept his face behind his newspaper. He was too scared to look and possibly have her flash him again. And, he was embarrassed about giving in to his base desire and masturbating to her last night in the hall.

"No daddy, that's okay. I'm going to fix a bowl of cereal and have a glass of juice. I can take care of that myself," she answered.

In his usual spot, the corner near the ceiling, 'he' disgustedly watched their interaction. Yes, daddy had peeked as she stretched to get the cereal out of the cupboard, but the school skirt was long enough to prevent a show, although just barely. The only way he'd get dad teased this morning is by pulling her skirt up like he'd done in the basement. That was too dangerous as they might realize 'he' was here and flee before she had gotten used to him and named him.

Sarah and Mark ate their breakfast placed their dirty dishes in the sink for later and left the house. Outside Mark gave her a peck on the cheek and called "See you tonight, honey" over his shoulder. Sarah stood there a second puzzled, why had he kissed her cheek? They had always brushed lips since she was a little girl whenever he left for work or she went to bed. It had caused a problem just before her mother's death when she had thought they held the kiss too long. They had each blamed the other but her mother had never said anything more about it to her and they had made sure it was a quick touch after that. They had fought between themselves over it but then her mother had been killed and they stopped fighting. Several days after the funeral she had return from a ball game at school as Mark was retiring and for some reason had wrapped her arms around him and held his lips on her for 3 to 5 seconds before releasing him. She had quickly apologized, claiming she didn't know what came over her; she had just felt sorry for him over her mother's death. "Oh hell," she thought. "Last night I only kissed his cheek when I went to bed; maybe this morning is him getting even." With that settled she climbed into the Mustang and headed for school.

That evening she pulled into the driveway and quickly entered the house and ran up the stairs. She wanted to get changed and head for the basement to look for the treasure. She burst into her bedroom shirt off and in hand and tossed it to the floor. She quickly unfastened her skirt shoved it down and kicked it onto her blouse. She grabbed the jean drawer of the dresser and pulled it open. From his familiar perch in the corner 'he' chuckled.

"What the fuck," Sarah exclaimed as she gazed into an empty drawer. "Where the fuck is my jeans?" She opened the drawer above it, "and my T shirts?" another drawer and another. Her bras and panties were still there but her sock drawer held nylon stockings, garter belts, something's that she thought were called bustiers, a corset like thing with garters hanging off to connect to stockings. There was also a black leather teddy which she picked up and then quickly dropped as she saw the hole in the crotch. "Holy shit," she thought, "that thing is crotchless!" She hurried to her closet and opened it, empty except for several full slips in different colors hanging on hangers. All her skirts, tops, dresses and school uniforms were gone. "Where are all my clothes?" she thought. "Wait a minute, what am I going to wear to school tomorrow?" She ran into the bathroom and her dirty clothes hamper, she had to wash all her dirty clothes, there were two school uniforms there. She flipped off the lid and half expecting what she saw, found the hamper also empty.

"Holy shit, what am I going to wear? I can't run around in anything but lingerie. What am I going to do?" she pondered. After a minute she realized that she would have to run around in lingerie while she washed today's uniform to wear tomorrow. She removed her shoes and socks and gathering the socks, skirt, and blouse went to the laundry room. While there she said fuck it and threw her bra and thong in also. Nude she started the washer and went back to her room to find something, hopefully decent, to wear. Arriving in her bedroom she went to the closet to look at the slips, at least they kind of looked like a dress. "A dress with lace hem" she thought as she noticed all the slips had the lace. Which one though? There was a navy blue one she liked so she took it from the closet and slipped it on. Going into the bathroom she looked in the full length mirror. "Awful short," she thought as she turned to look at her ass. "It covers, but barely. I bet it's within a half inch of my coochie." A quick small tug up showed her ass cheek's bottoms. Turning to the front and a quick up tug showed her vaginal lips. "I better find something longer, let's get this off and changed." The survey of the closet revealed all the slips were the same size and length so she decided to stay with the navy blue. Going to her lingerie drawer she found a matching navy blue lacy front closing bra and thong set, so she put them on. She grabbed the key from the top of the dresser and went to get into her school uniform saddle shoes, barefoot. She got them tied and made it to the top of the steps before she realized they felt so weird without socks so went back to look for a pair. Finally giving up she opened the stocking drawer and looked for pantyhose. No such item existed in the drawer, no knee highs, no stay up on their own thigh highs, just garter requiring stockings. Grabbing a white pair with white garter belt she went to the bathroom and removed her slip. She put the garter belt around her hips and then moved the closure to the back, isn't that what the fancy lingerie books said, back closing garter belts? Checking it in the mirror it didn't look right, she had it on wrong somehow. Then she realized the white garter belt over the navy blue panty wasn't right. Pulling the thong down, she straightened the garters and pulled the thong back up with the garter belt under it. That looked better so sitting on the toilet she checked out the stockings and finally figuring how they went, pulled them on and fastened the tops to the garters. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror "Hey this looks good," she thought. She pulled the slip over her head and smoothed it out and then rechecked the mirror. "Damn, that's sexy," she thought as she looked at the stocking top ending about an inch from her lace hem of the slip and the garters peeking out from under the slip that far. "I could get used to dressing like this under my clothes." She returned to the bedroom and put her saddle shoes back on and started for the basement door, down in the kitchen. She stopped at the laundry to check the washing machine and threw her underwear and socks in the drier and hung the blouse and skirt up to dry.