Spectrophilia

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Spectrophilia

attraction to ghosts or sexual arousal from images in mirrors, also the phenomenon of sexual encounters between ghosts and humans

Harry's pov

             ''Harry, wake up. Were going to be there soon.'' my mum calls from the the drivers seat.

               I rub the sleep out of my eyes tiredly, before I find myself craning my neck to glance out of the back window of our mini van. Ever since the incident back home I've been seeing things, things that I can't explain. Suddenly I felt the van jolt as we pulled onto a gravel road.

               I look out my window to see an astoundingly large white old house, with white pillars and a deck that looked at least a hundred years old. Its not much to me but anywheres better than where we were with him. Gemma looked as though she'd seen a ghost! Thats how big the house was. Since my mum and my dad split we inherited most the money from the lawsuit. Incidentally we now have a giant creepy house with tons of land to go with it. I stepped out of the van to immediately be asked to carry in suitcases. Gemma smirked at me as she ran inside. I made the idiotic decision to try and and carry all three suitcases at once, immediately Struggling, I dropped them to the ground. I swear I heard someone laughing but when I turn around no ones there.

               Finally I managed to carry the heavy bags to the front porch, I took one step onto the paint chipped steps. All of a sudden it felt different, I didn't feel as lonely. It didn't feel right. I shook the feeling and stepped into the house. By the time I got in, Gemma had already called dibs on the biggest room, I shrugged it off and decided to take the room on the top floor. It was small but oddly comfortable. I tossed my bag onto the creaky bed, and throw myself backwards onto it.

                "Harry, I'm going to run to the store and buy some groceries while I'm gone start unpacking your things." my mum calls from downstairs. I groan and roll off the soft bed. I unzip my suitcase and pull out my wrinkly balled up sweatshirts and bring them over to the closet. I notice a pulley on the ceiling that Im guessing leads to the  attic, I decide I'm to lazy to investigate. Instead I continue to unpack my stuff, when suddenly I hear a loud crash coming from the bedroom. I jump and turn around to see the closet door slam in my face. Quickly I grab the doorknob and jiggle it frantically. As I start to bang on the door it flies open,  I'm beyond annoyed to see Gemma standing there with wide eyes.

            "What the hell are you doing?"  She questions and I roll my eyes.

"Very funny, Gemma." I step out of the closet shaking my head.

"What are you talking about?" Gemma asks with a puzzled expression.

"I hate you." I state bluntly. She shakes her head and sets some boxes on the floor, and without another word, she walks out of the room.

(A/N: Hello friends, we hope that you enjoyed the first chapter of Spectrophilia. We are going to try to update once or twice a week. We are sorry about the slow start but it will get going soon. We have big plans for this story, (smut soon guys) so we hope you continue reading it!)