Haunting Sin by Leila Knight Page A

again, exhilaration raced through me. I jumped back from him. I’ve
encountered some ghosts before and I knew a few tricks, but this was new.   
    Every time he touched me, I could
feel lust pour through my veins. This ghost was sex on a stick, but I only had
to remember the fate of his last few “lovers” to make iron determination push
out any lingering lust. This ghost was a murderer and I hadn’t figured out how
he’d been doing it until I was tonsil-deep full of him.
    The need I felt wasn’t real; he had
been coaxing it out of me to drain my body of its energy. I shouldn’t have
taken this job. I shouldn’t have tempted this ghost, because the look on his
face was plainly transmitting that he didn’t plan on letting me leave alive.
    I had some experience with the
occasional poltergeist or even the average unintentional ghost, but I was out
of league with Richard and he knew it.
    I had done some research on the
curious deaths that had plagued the desolate nightclub. One woman after
another, found lifeless with a smile on her face. The police had no leads, but
I had a feeling something was amiss and started looking into the establishment.
I found a small newspaper article on the death of a Richard Parker. A woman’s
jealous lover had murdered him and within a year, women were being found dead
around the nightclub’s surrounding area. It was too much of a coincidence for
the psychic in me to ignore. I hinted to the police that the deaths may have a
paranormal cause, but I was laughed out of the station.
    I don’t even know how one of the
victims’ parents knew of me, but he found me and offered me a thousand dollars
to extinguish the ghost. I don’t know why he believed me. I wasn’t going to take
the job, but I needed to money, desperately. I decided to take the job and I
dutifully came out here with salts and sage ready to cleanse the building. I
had the sinking feeling that if I threw salt at Richard Parker he would only
laugh at me.
    I tried backing up slowly, but my
back came in contact with the cool nightclub wall. I glanced down at my feet
and kicked my purse into my hands. If I was going to die, I wasn’t going to go
down without a fight. I fumbled through my purse for my salt. Richard came
running at me and I dumped my bag on the floor looking for anything I could use
as a weapon against the ghost. I grabbed the sage just as a large hand circled
around my neck and began to drag me up the wall.
    How could I have ever felt excited
by those cruel hands? I saw the fury in his handsome face as he pressed his
head forward and planted a kiss on my neck. I was amazed at how fast the fear
drained out of me. I could feel my body start to respond to him.
    I looked in my hands and realized I
didn’t have a match. Only sage smoke could deter a ghost. The sage in my hands
was absolutely useless. I hated myself for the giddy feeling Richard gave me. I
could feel the same smile of his previous victims form on my face. A tear slid
out of my eye. I could feel death approaching.
    My breath began to come in shallow
puffs and I arched my back. I could feel the beginning of an orgasm. I couldn’t
die here like this. I still had the sage in my hand and I began to rub it
furiously. I’ve known other psychics to use sage oil in place of the dried
leaves. If only I could get enough of the essence on my hand it might have some
effect. I prayed this would work. I could feel my life slipping into him. When
the smell of sage was strong in the night air, I threw it down and pressed my
hand to his face.
    My sage coated hand began to melt
into his handsome face. I could hear it sizzle and smell the thick aroma of
ozone. He screamed and looked up at me with a savage expression. I slammed my
hand into his face again, putting all my strength into the attack. The half of
his face I was assaulting began to dissipate, deforming the other side into a
grotesque parody. He dropped me and stumbled back a few steps. I landed on my
feet and