🖤 The Accidental Voyeur
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🖤 The Accidental Voyeur
What happens when you can no longer look away?
He’d never expected to become a voyeur. But, when you’re trapped in a building for eternity, you’re at the mercy of the living, who aren’t even aware that you are there.
It had actually taken William quite a while to realize he was dead. The passage of time takes on a different meaning when you fade in and out of existence.
At first, it all felt very familiar. One minute he would be in his office, looking at the papers and books on his desk. Then he’d flash to another moment in time and find himself walking through the empty lecture hall, wondering why his students were so late. And, later, he’d be wandering the stacks of the small library in the building, seeking a book he couldn’t seem to find.
It didn't become clear until one evening when the department chair wandered into the lecture hall with a forlorn look on his face. William approached him and asked what was wrong. The chair ignored his question and continued pacing in front of the whiteboard. When William stood firmly in place to get his attention, the man walked straight through him. As you might imagine, this was incredibly disconcerting.
Ironically, William’s first thought was, “Oh my god, Dr. Jenkinson is a ghost! He must have died!” Sadly for him, he soon discovered the truth. As he encountered more professors and students in the building over the coming weeks, the tragic reality was revealed.
He was the one who had died.
He was the ghost.
It now seemed he was the one doomed to walk the halls of this building for eternity.
The tragedy of William’s violent death had imprinted his essence most firmly in his office. As such, he felt himself spreading thin and his thoughts becoming increasingly fragmented as he wandered the farthest corners of the building. Once, he had tried to leave by the main entrance, which caused him to fade away entirely, only regaining a sense of self-awareness when he found himself back in the center of his office in the basement.
However, what he found most frustrating was his inability to interact with the physical world. No one could see or hear him. He couldn’t touch anyone or anything, which resulted in eternal torture for a book lover like William.
He finally had time to read every book in his office and the building’s library. But, alas, he couldn’t pull a book from a shelf or turn the pages of any that remained stacked on his desk. That is, he couldn’t until one fateful evening in late October.
That night, he was wandering the halls as usual, reading new flyers posted on bulletin boards and pages of discarded newspapers in classrooms. Surprisingly — since it was so late — he heard one of the entrance doors open with a metallic click and slam shut, accompanied by a gust of wind and the rustling of swirling autumn leaves. Whispers and giggles floated down the dark hallway.
Someone was in the building after hours. New voices that he didn’t recognize. Curious, he approached and followed them as they turned the corner and descended the stairs into the basement. This was interesting indeed! They seemed to be looking for his lecture hall. His office!
His hearing sharpened as he drew closer to the center of his death. The young man was excitedly explaining why he’d brought the other college student here. She seemed a little nervous and darted glances into the dark corners of the lecture hall.
“He lectured right on this spot! But they haven’t had a class in here since it happened. Over there is the door to his office. Let’s take a peek inside!”
She hesitated. “I don’t know. This doesn’t feel right. Aren’t you a little creeped out by being in here?”
He laughed. “No, why would I be? Come on. We can’t leave without seeing where it happened. I thought you said you were into this kind of thing?”
“Ok, ok. Fine. Let’s take a quick look and get outta here.”
They walked down the steps of the lecture hall to the front, then paused by a wooden door to the right of the whiteboard. The young man put his hand on the doorknob and smiled back at her. With a twist, he pushed it open and stepped inside.
Curiouser and curiouser… William wondered what they wanted with his office. These were the first students he’d seen here. Actually, they were the only people he’d come close to in this room, other than his last encounter with the department chair. He trailed after them and eased into the small space.
They looked around his office, cautiously stepping around his desk and peering at the titles on his bookshelves. The man used his phone’s flashlight to explore the wooden floor.
“I don’t see any stains. They must have really cleaned up in here. That’s a shame.”
Ah, morbid little muppets. They wanted to see where he had died. They wanted evidence of the brutality of his murder. His old friend, Jessica, the psychologist, had told him about people like this. The true crime fanatics who liked to sneak into murder scenes.
Oh well. Somewhat disappointing, but he guessed this was still better than an eternity of boredom. He settled back into a corner of the office to listen and watch.
The young woman still seemed uneasy. “Ok, we’ve seen it. Are you ready to go?”
“Go? We just got here! Come on; this isn’t that creepy. I kinda like his office. It’s cozy.” He settled into William’s chair behind the desk and swiveled back and forth.
She raised her eyebrows and looked around. “It’s not bad, I guess.”
“You guess? Hey, what’s better than being with me? Come over here.” He patted the top of the desk and gave her a knowing smile.
She walked over, and he scooted the chair back so she could stand between him and the desk. He slid his hands up her legs and under her skirt. She pulled it back down and pushed his hands away.
“Here?! Seriously? Are you crazy?”
He smiled and started touching her again. “Yeah, why not? No one is going to come down here. You have to admit; this would be the wildest place we’ve ever done it.”
“That’s true,” she said. “Ok, let’s hurry up. I still feel uncomfortable being here.”
He stood up, put his hands on her waist, and lifted her up onto the desk. Sitting down in the chair, he gently pushed her legs apart and slid her skirt up her creamy thighs. She placed her hands on the desk, scooted closer, and lifted her ass so he could slide her panties off.
William was frozen with shock.
Dead? Yes, he was.
A ghost? Strangely, that was also a yes.
Still capable of feeling flushed with embarrassment? Apparently so.
He’d never witnessed anything like this when he was living. He’d never even viewed much porn. So, this was rather unexpected, yet he couldn’t stop watching them…
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