{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\f0\fs20\par By Jester, all rights reserved.\par \pard\qc\fs44 Haunted\par \fs24 Not all hauntings are scary, some ghosts just want to have fun. \par \fs20\par \pard\par \par \par \pard\qc\fs24 Chapter 1 \par A New Home\fs20\par \pard\par \par \par \tab David Winthrop was in the market for a new house. His new position at the stock brokerage where he worked required him to work out of their main office, rather than the branch office where he had been hired. The new job meant a sizable jump in pay, but also meant uprooting his twelve year old daughter and moving her a few hundred miles away. He didn't want to raise his daughter in the city where the office was, so he began looking for a home in one of the smaller suburban towns in the surrounding areas. Commuting to work would be a small price to pay for his daughters' safety.\par \tab It was the middle of June when Emily and her father moved into their new home. Emily was just out of school by then, with the whole summer ahead of her to explore her new neighborhood. If it could be called that. The town itself was of decent size, but the huge old house sat at least a mile from the nearest neighbors, on the outskirts of the community. Emily had fallen asleep during the long car ride. As David parked the car in the driveway, he stopped to look at his daughter. She was beautiful. Very similar not only physically but emotionally like her late mother. Same brown hair and light green eyes. Same warm personality, tinged with mischief. Emilys' mother had died giving birth, making the similarities in personality all the more amazing given she had never known her mother. David pulled himself out of his thoughts and woke his daughter from her nap.\par \tab "Em, wake up. We're here." He said gently.\par \tab The girl slowly opened her eyes and looked around, still foggy from sleep. Her face visibly brightened as she took in her surroundings. This was the first time she had seen her new home; she had not been able to go with her dad the first time because of school. She got out of the car to get a closer look. Emily tried to take everything in at once. The house was a gigantic old victorian style house, white with black trimming, with a large front yard full of willow trees. The whole property was encircled completely by groves of evergreen trees, completely shrouding the property from the road.\par \tab "Oh Dad it's beautiful!" She exclaimed after she had turned around several times surveying the grounds. She rushed over and hugged her dad tight. "Is the inside just as pretty?"\par \tab "Yes it is. Grab your bag and I'll show you to your pretty new room." He smiled as his daughter gathered up her things and raced for the door. She was just begining to hint at the woman she'd eventually be, but sometimes still so much a little child.\par \tab The big double doors creaked as father and daughter crossed the threshold. Emily was totally astounded by the size of the place. There was a main stair in the center of an open foyer, with doorways leading to the livingroom, diningroom, and kitchen. Those were actually just the rooms they had use for. there were another half dozen rooms of servants' quarters, and things like that. Upstairs were the main bedrooms, three to be exact. There was also a section of space completely walled in by the bedrooms, and without a roof, creating a second floor patio. Each bedroom had it's own door onto the patio, As did the upstairs bathroom. David gave his daughter the grand tour before finally arriving at her room. He opened the door slowly for dramatic effect.\par \tab "Your room, madam." He said in his best butler voice. She hugged her dad again when she saw her room. It was large like the other bedrooms, but was in her opinion far better than the other two. It was the only bedroom with an adjoining bathroom, which David felt would give Emily the privacy she would want as she got older. The other unique feature about the room was the bed was set in it's own part of the room, walled in on three sides, with an elegant curtain separating it from the rest of the room. What was even more interesting, the three walls were covered by mirrors, making the little area seem infinite. The movers had been there the week before, and had put her bed and dresser in the room, but little else. David was rewarded by another hug from Emily.\par \tab "I'm glad you like it so much, Em. I don't know about you, but this old man is tired. I'm going to finish unloading the car, then I'm calling it a night. I think you'd better turn in too."\par \tab "O.K. Daddy!" David smiled and touseled her brown hair, then left and shut the door behind him. After he left, Emily set herself on unpacking the clothes she had brought into her dresser. Then she looked around again at her room. There were stacks of boxes of her things, all ready to be unpacked tomorrow. There were also a couple of things covered by sheets, left over from the previous owners. She pulled the coverings off out of curiosity. In one corner was a big fluffy armchair, sitting right next to the picture window overlooking the patio courtyard. In the corner near her door she revealed an old fashioned stand-up mirror. It was probably an antique, it was so elegant. She felt the urge to pose for the mirror, as if she were a movie star on the red carpet. She struck a few more poses before yawning deeply, reminding herself how tired she really was. She went to her dresser and pulled out her nightgown, and returned to the mirror. She pulled her blue cotton tee shirt over her head, and tossed it on a nearby box. Next she unbuttoned her denim shorts, letting them slide off her slim hips to the carpet. She stood admiring herself for the second time in the old mirror. She was wearing a plain white bra, which made her proud because she already needed one. Her breasts were like two half oranges on her chest, more than most girls her age she knew. looking farther down on her body she looked at her hips, just barely filled out at all yet, she thought. But turning sideways she could see her perfect little butt, almost perfectly rounded. She slipped her night gown on and buttoned it up. Tearing herself away from the mirror she shut out the light and felt her way to the curtain at the bed. She pulled it aside and climbed into bed. She was asleep in moments.\par \tab David had to wait longer for sleep to come. He was tired enough, but when his eyes closed, strange thoughts would cross his mind. He hadn't had any female companionship since Emilys' mother passed away, so it was common for him to have erotic dreams and thoughts. But tonight was different. Sometimes the women in the dream would begin to resemble Emily. No, they WERE Emily. Never ever had he thought of any girl that age sexually, let alone his daughter. Finally the dreams settled down and he drifted off to sleep.\par \par \pard\qc\fs24 Chapter 2 \par Discoveries\par \par \par \pard\fs20\tab The next morning both father and daughter awoke feeling refreshed, and ready to tackle the many tasks that needed tackling. David set about moving furniture downstairs, setting up the living room and kitchen. Emilys' job was to get her room straightened out. Most of her boxes were clothes, and the few toys she had. Mostly dolls, board games, and her bean bag chair. she was putting her clothes away when she made a discovery about her room. There was light coming from somewhere in the back of her large walk-in closet. Pushing some boxes out of the way she found a large vent, with no duct behind it. It seemed to open into a small room. Pulling on the fixture, Emily found it just sat on hinges on it's left side. It swung open and Emily ducked her head and stepped through. \par \tab "How cool!" She whispered to herself. "My room has its' very own secret passage!" Emily saw that the light she had seen was coming from a small window on the exterior wall of the house. The secret room had a tiny little peephole. Putting her eye up to it she could see the third bedroom on this floor, the one her dad was going to turn into his office. The room was currently empty, because her dad was downstairs unpacking. Moving to her right she saw the room had another narrow passage which seemed to lead down a narrow staircase. She sidestepped down the tight corridor, following it down and around until she came to a stair case back up again. The second stairs opened into another small room, with what looked like a window, looking into what she knew was a bathroom. She could see the sink right below the window.\par \tab "This is the mirror in Dads' bathroom!" She realized out loud. "It's one of those special mirrors like police have." Her dad watched "nypd blue" and shows like that, so she had seen similar things on T.V. This room was also empty. As she turned to leave her foot kicked something. Looking down in the dim light she saw a flat rectangular box. picking it up she saw it was a ouija board. Her dad didn't believe in ghosts, and Emily had never used one of these before. Her curious nature getting the better of her, she took it with her and returned to her room.just as she was exiting her closet, she heard her Dad calling her down for lunch.\par \tab They ate a simple meal of sandwiches, since most of the cookware was still wrapped up in boxes somewhere. David just sat and listened as his daughter gushed about how much she loved their new home. As he cleared the table, David found himself thinking about his daughter again. Like he had the night before. She was wearing a light blue sundress that he had bought her a year or two ago. It had been a perfect fit for her then. But now, she had begun to fill out, and it was definitley snug in several places. But it was one of her favorite dresses, so she continued wearing it. He noticed how tight it was around her developing chest, and outlined her smooth stomach. To his absolute embarrasment and horror, David felt his dick begin to harden. \par \tab "Emily, why don't you head back up to your room and finish unpacking, ok? I'm going to try to set up my office before dinner." And with that her quickly excused himself leaving Emily alone in the kitchen. She decided to go back upstairs like her dad asked, even though it was a sunny day and she wanted to explore the property. Once back in her room Emily set up her computer on the desk her dad had brought up earlier that morning. In another hour the majority of her room was unpacked, and Emily decided to take a break. Looking around her room her eyes landed on the ouija board box. She opened it up and removed the board and the small triangle indicator. She sat on her bed crosslegged, and read the directions.\par \tab "All players must place two fingers on the indicator, but must not try to push it." She read. "If only one person is present, use two fingers from each hand. Clear your minds and ask if there are any spirits in the room. If there are spirits present, you may then proceed to ask questions." Feeling all tingly inside, Emily placed the first two fingers of both hands onto the finger grooves on the triangle. She tried not to think of anything, not sure of how she would know when she wasn't thinking of anything at all.\par \tab Are there any spirits in here?" she asked aloud. Nothing seemed to happen. She sat and looked at the board. Nothing. Then slowly the indicator seemed to pull across the board, settling on "YES". A shiver ran down Emilys' spine. A real ghost! She wasn't sure if she honestly liked the idea or not, but she was too thrilled to stop. Not sure what to ask, she floundered for a moment. \par \tab "What do ghosts talk about?" she wondered. She rejected a few questions before settling on her next inquiry.\par \tab "Are you a boy or a girl?" Again a pause, then the triangle dragged over "B" then "O" and finally Y" Her next question seemed an obvious choice.\par \tab "What is your name?" her hands were slowly dragged over a series of letters: "J" "A" "S" "O" "N". Emily was beginning to get impatient at how long responses were taking. \par \tab "Is there any other way I can talk to you Jason?" The indicator just sat there. "Have I made him mad?" She thought. Suddenly she heard her computer turn on. Getting off her bed and going to her desk, emily dragged a chair over and sat down. After going through the usual start up protocols, Emily saw her desktop appear. A field of daisies. A wordpad document opened on its' own, without Emily touching anything. \par \tab "You can talk to me here if you prefer" Emily didn't touch the keyboard, the words just appeared. She found herself strangely happy that her ghost did in fact want to talk to her.\par \tab "Yes, I like this much better." She typed. Did you used to live here, Jason?"\par \tab "I lived here a long time ago. Your fathers' room used to be mine."\par \tab "Is it O.K. with you that we're here?" She asked. Somewhere in the back of her mind were old campfire stories about haunted houses and angry spirits.\par \tab "Oh yes, I miss the company. Nobody has lived here with me for years. But your dad might not like me being here. Please don't tell him about me, ok Emily?" There was a pause as Emily considered this, before Jason spoke up again. \par \tab "We can have lots of fun if you can keep secrets." \par \tab He knows my name, she thought. Lots of fun? Again she felt a chill run through her body again. This time a mix of fear and intense excitement. She quickly responded.\par \tab "I can keep a secret. What kinds of fun?" \par \tab "This house is full of magic" Jason answered. "My father travelled a great deal. He collected many books about magic in his travels."\par \tab "So your father was a magician?" A part of her was skeptical about magic. But here she was, talking to a ghost on her computer.\par \tab "Yes, he was. The mirror in the corner, for example. That is magical." Emily turned around to look at the mirror. It certainly didn't look like magic. When she turned back around she saw that Jason was explaining.\par \tab "The mirror in your room is magically connected to the mirror in your fathers' room, next to his bed. If you touch the mirror itself, you can see what your dad is doing through the other mirror, like watching T.V. If you quickly touch it twice it works the other way, and he can see you." Emily sat processing this for a while. She had so much more to ask Jason, but it would have to wait. As she began typing again her dad knocked on her door.\par \tab "Em, dinners' about ready."\par \tab "O.K. dad, I'm coming!" She said goodbye to Jason and went downstairs to eat.\par \par \par \pard\qc\fs24 Chapter 3\par More discoveries\par \par \pard\fs20\tab The rest of the week went on in relatively similar fashion. David worked around the house on days off, setting up an office for himself in the spare bedroom and making the house look like a home. Emily had finished her unpacking, and had taken to talking to Her new friend whenever she could. She learned alot about him. She learned he was a young man when he died, and that he cannot touch people, only things. He also could not venture past the boundries of the property. His soul was bound to the area. Since Jason was really the only "person" Emily had contact with here, he became her new best friend. Emily talked to him on her computer whenever she could contact him.\par \tab On thursday night David was reading in his room when he heard a tiny scraping noise. He put down his book and listened. It seemed to be coming from behind his dresser. Pulling the tall piece of furniture out a bit he still could not see the cause of the noise. Then he heard it again. It seemed to be coming from inside the wall. He pushed the dresser out further and set his ear close to the wall to listen. As he sat listening he felt a draft from between a gap in the vertical wood panelling which made up the lower half of the wall. A closer examination showed one panel to be tilted in towards the wall slightly. He pulled on it gently to try to put it back into place, only to have it and several panels to its' right all pull out from the wall, as a short little door. A small mouse immediately scurried out from the opening, causing David to jump slightly. Feeling it was his duty to know everything about his new home, David Went downstairs to find a Flashlight with which to explore this new hole in his bedroom.\par \tab Emily had been outside playing most of the day thursday, and decided she wanted to shower again before heading to bed. She went into her bathroom and started running the shower. She liked the water good and hot before she got in.\par \tab Back in his bedroom, David switched on his flashlight and crawled into the dark. He found that only the entry was short, and that he could stand once inside. The passage was quite narrow however, and lined with pipes on one side. He had to walk sideways to move at all. The passage immediately led him down a steep staircase, which led down to what David knew must between some walls on the first floor. He only went about ten feet before he was greeted by another stair leading back up again. Once back on the second floor he went straight for about fifteen feet before turning at a right angle. Around the corner the passage abruptly stopped. Directly in front of him David was staring through a two-way mirror at his own daughter.\par \tab Emily popped the snap on her jeans and unzipped them, causing the grass stained pants to drop to the tiled floor. She stepped out of the jeans at her ankles and pulled her plain white shirt over her head, promptly depositing both garments in her hamper. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, and let it slip slowly down her front until she held it in one hand. She then peeled her tight panties down her legs and stepped out of them, tossing both bra and panties in the hamper together. She then looked at herself naked in the mirror, as she did on a regular basis. She was a growing child, and was anxious to not be a little girl, but a woman. The mirror over the sink only showed her from the bellybutton up, so she mainly checked to see if her small boobs had grown at all that week. She held them in her hands, then lifted them slightly and let go, seeing if they bounced more than usual. Deciding there were no major changes Emily pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped into the stream, drawing the curtain closed behind her.\par \tab David stood in total shock for what seemed like an eternity. He had just watched his little girl undress not five feet away. Instead of turning and leaving as he should have, he stayed and spied on his daughter. Not only was the previous owner of this house a pervert, but he seemed well on his way as well! He forced himself to leave before Emily got out of the shower. But once he was back in his room, he couldn't bring himself to replace the dresser again. He moved it slightly to the right, so it wasn't blocking the door. "I'll need to get in there if I need to work on that plumbing" He rationalized, not really convincing himself.\par \tab Back in her shower, Emily was enjoying the hot water all over her body. As she soaped up her body, she spent a great deal of time on her nipples and the area between her legs. She was very curious about sex, but had no real experience, being as young as she was. Shortly after she started having periods she noticed that certain parts of her body were very sensitive, and discovered how good it felt when she touched those places. She had even orgasmed a couple times, when she had been really worked up. But tonight she only teased herself, enjoying the feel of her pink nipples being gently squeezed, and the pressure she applied to her pussy lips as she rubbed up and down. After her shower Emily threw a nightgown on and fell alseep almost as soon as she hit the pillow. That night she had naughty dreams. Dreams of being with a strong man. The man slowly became her father, but strangly she didn't mind. That night Emily dreamed of having sex with her daddy.\par \tab David tried to sleep that night, but Visions of his naked little daughter flooded his mind. She was beautiful; but she was his daughter, damnit! His mind tried to push these thoughts away, but his body had other ideas. David had the hardest hard-on he'd ever had, and it was because of his Emily. David refused to masturbate while thinking of his daughter. He got very little sleep that night.\par \par \par \par \pard\qc\fs24 Chapter 4\par Magic Mirror\par \par \pard\fs20\tab As another week passed in the home of David and Emily, things slowly seemed to be changing between father and daughter. David loved his daughter, but began staying away from her because of the thoughts he was having. His daughter on the other hand was too young and curious to know any better. She liked the more intense sensual feelings she had been having lately. She even liked the dreams she had been having about her dad. She had crushes on guys before, but she was still at the age where her father was big, strong and invincible to her. She had a crush on her dad! But as these feelings drew her towards her dad, he seemed to be almost avoiding her. Like any girl who liked a boy, she wanted her daddy to notice her. Even she wasn't brave enough to just flirt with her dad though.Things really started to unravel for David on a lazy Saturday night, when his daughter finally mustered the courage to play with her magic mirror for the first time.\par \tab Emily was sitting in her room that night at her computer, talking to jason. It would be time for her to go to bed soon, and she was about to change into her nightgown when Jason spoke up.\par \tab "Why don't you try out your mirror?" He suggested. "You want your dad to notice you, so here's your chance. He's in his room, why don't you turn the mirror on before you change? Emily shivered at the thought of just letting her daddy watch her change. It WOULD give him a better view than opening her curtains, since her room was all the was across the patio from his. She wanted to, but she was scared. After deliberating for many long seconds, she decided to go for it. she touched the mirrors' surface twice, and the edges seemed to glow green, but she still only saw her own reflection. After a moment the green glow faded, leaving no indication that there was anything unusual about the mirror. "I hope you're watching daddy!" she thought to herself.\par \tab David was sitting in his bedroom reading again, as had become his habit at night, to help keep his mind occupied. He desperately needed to think about something other than his daughter. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught Davids' attention. The old stand-up mirror near the foot of the bed was rippling, like wind scraping across water. As the wavering subsided, David realized he was not seeing a reflection of his room. He knew it wasn't possible, but somehow he saw his daughter standing in his mirror. It was if he was looking into a window, not a mirror. He was transfixed by the impossible sight before him.\par \tab Emily began her little peep show by teasing her daddy. She turned her back to the mirror before removing her top and dropping the shorts she was wearing. When she bent over to pick up the shorts she held the position just a little longer than needed, to give her daddy a nice long look at her butt. Then she straightened, and with her back still to the mirror, she reached back and unhooked her bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop slightly, so it was revealing more of her breasts than it was hiding, and turned around. She made a point of very slowly letting her bra fall away from her tits. once it was all the way off she just stood there staring into the mirror, as if considering something important about her appearance. In reality she just wanted to make sure her daddy got an eyeful! After she had lingered long enough she reached for the nightgown she had picked out. it was a button up one this time, instead of the pull-overs she more typically wore. She buttoned the bottom few buttons quickly, afraid her daddy might see the dampness that had started growing in her panties. She left the top few buttons undone, so that the inside curve of both small breasts were just barely visible. She didn't know what effect she was having on her dad, but this little act had gotten Emily very excited. The thrill of exposing herself to her dad gave her sensations she'd never felt before. She had never been so hot before, and she hadn't even laid a hand on herself! She decided that was enough for tonight, because she really wanted to play with herself. She wasn't ready to be showing her dad THAT yet, but she didn't know how to turn the mirror off. So she threw a spare blanket she had over the mirror, covering it completely. Once satisfied that the mirror was covered, she unbuttoned her night gown again, and pulled her panties off. Then she sat down in the big comfy armchair and began having some real fun.\par \tab David believed now beyond any rationalizing or excuse that there was something wrong with this house. He was not a big believer in the supernatural, but he had no explanation for what was happening. He also knew there was something wrong with himself. No grown man should watch a pre-teen girl undress, even if it was a family member! But here he had again been unable to turn away, just like before. Thankfully his daughter covered her mirror for some reason, breaking the magnetic hold the scene had held him in. Davids' thoughts were all mixed up. He knew all of this was wrong, but he couldn't seem to stop himself, either. Perhaps it isn't as bad so long as his daughter doesn't know, or it doesn't hurt her. After all, he was a grown man, with urges. Besides, with his busy job and raising a daughter alone he never really had much opportunity to date. More movement on the mirror again caught Davids' eye. It seemed like the blanket covering Emilys' mirror was moving.\par \tab Back in Emilys' room, the blanket was indeed moving. Being tugged gently be an unseen force, untill it slid off the mirror completely. Emily didn't notice this, she was far too distracted by what her hands were doing right at that moment. Unaware that she was once again giving her daddy a show, she was using her left hand to pinch her nipples, one after another. Her right hand was busy pushing her middle finger as deep into her young hole as far as it would go.In and out, all the way to her last knuckle, then back out to the fingertip. Her pace began to quicken, as her body responded to what she was doing to herself. She began to quietly whimper as she hit more and more of her bodys' most sensitive spots.\par \tab Some part of Davids' mind shut down completely, and he pulled his pajama bottoms down and started masturbating. It was all he could think of. This was the most arousing thing he had ever seen. It should not have been but it was. Em; his little Em, was now the sexiest thing in Davids' life. He watched as her thin form actually started bucking, her butt coming up off the chair. He couldn't hear anything, but her mouth was open, as if calling out. As her pace increased, David subconciosly began to pump faster along with her. Suddenly she tensed all over at once. Her butt came off the chair one last time, before her body slumped deep into the chair. David came all over the floor in front of the mirror. Harder than he ever remembered. Ever. He saw emily stand up on shaky legs, and walk over and turn out the light before stumbling to bed. Still coming down off her orgasm high, she never even noticed the mirror was uncovered. David pulled his pajamas back up and went to bed himself, not even bothering to clean up the mess he had made. For the first time in weeks, he slept sound.\par }