••horror/thriller oneshots and short stories••

Haunting- Jack Torrance x Reader (Part One)

SLIGHT NSFW WARNING

Knock

Knock

Knock.

"Is anyone in there?" You yelled through the crack in the door. It was idiotic to even ask. The hotel had been abandoned since the 70's, according to the legends, Mr. Torrance went crazy and tried to kill his family. It only ended in his own tragic demise.

Most kids on Halloween would be trick-or-treating, or going to parties. You, on the other hand, decided to break into an abandoned hotel.

You slowly creaked open the door, walking into the abandoned hotel.

"Mr. Grady? Mr. Torrance?" You yelled out, using your phone light to see each and every cobweb.

Clack

Clack

Clack

"Who's there?!" You screamed, hearing the normally soothing clacks of a typewriter.

"Me, dolly." A gruff voice echoed from the main room.

You almost peed yourself, to be honest. Who the hell would be here? Everyone was always terrified of this damn place.

You slowly walked forwards, too terrified to say a word.

Suddenly, the clacking of the typewriter stopped.

"Don't be so quiet, sweetheart. Johnny loves when they squeal." A voice whispered into your ear, a pair of hands wrapping around your waist.

You squealed softly, now knowing exactly what you were dealing with.

A horny fucking ghost.

"A-a-aren't you d-dead..?" You murmured softly as the hands left your hips. You somehow felt sad without them, as if a part of you was gone.

"Dead as ole Bessie. Brought her out to the farm." Jack laughed psychoticly, appearing in front of you.

"B-but that means-"

"You are right in front of a bona-fide ghost! In the flesh- er- in the spirit."

You let out a small chuckle, looking at Mr. Torrance.

"I'm really loosing it, aren't I?" You put your hand on your forehead, sighing a little.

"Nothing a drink won't fix."

Jack lead you to the bar, which had to be in one of the most extravagant ballrooms you have ever seen. As Jack was excitedly leading you to the bar, you couldn't help but admire his features. Especially the... Lower feature that showed through his blue jeans.

You almost slapped yourself at your dirty mind, almost forgetting he died a married man.

"Hey, Princess. Sit here." Jack pointed sternly towards a stool.

You nodded obediently, taking a seat. Jack then sat next to you, placing your hand in his.

Your face turned bright red. "I know you were married. Before you died, I mean. Oh, I hope that didn't offend-"

Before you could continue, Jack violently pulled your head towards his, kissing you roughly. His tongue explored your mouth, it was one of the best kisses you have ever had.

Jack pulled away, gasping for air. You looked forward, your face as red as fresh-spilled blood.

You almost jumped as you saw a man standing in front of you. You assumed he was this 'hotel's' bartender.

"Lloyd! We'll take the best shit you've got. And a special one for the lady." Jack winked, making you only blush harder.

"Anything you say, Mr. Torrance."

"You are such a slut, aren't you?" Jack whispered, so only you could hear. You felt your panties getting absolutely ruined.

"S-shush, Mr. Dead Guy.." you giggled teasingly.

Lloyd slid you both your drinks.

You watched Jack chug down his Jack-Daniels liquor, as you carefully took a sip.

"F-fuck Lloyd, this is the best drink I've ever had. What's in this?" You smiled wide, the smile fading as you heard Jack laughing next to you.

"Rat Poison, my dear (Y/N)." Lloyd said, his blank expression never changing.

"Now we can be together in this hotel. Forever, my love." Jack brushed the hair from your eyes before your world went black.