Craig woke up with a start as a cold shiver ran through him!
“What time is it?” was his first thought, it was obviously still dark outside, there was no light leaking in around the curtains. And why wasn’t Bobbi in bed? Oh yea, this was Saturday, she was still locked in the cell in their basement “playroom”.
Craig sat up on the side of the bed… and floated slowly up towards the ceiling.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” he shouted out loud, except he didn’t hear his own voice. And then he looked back at the bed, and he was still laying there. And Panic set in. He twisted violently in midair in an attempt to get a better look at whoever or whatever that was laying on his bed, but like an astronaut in weightlessness he just flailed around. He froze, bile rising in his throat but as he did so, he realized he was slowly, ever so slowly, returning to the floor.
That was him on the bed. Yep, that was definitely him. This was a very strange dream. OR…
Was he dead? Where was the bright light? Where were the loved ones to meet him? Why did he not feel anything? And then he noticed Fritz, and he knew he was dead. Fritz had been Bobbi’s beloved cat but had died suddenly at least two years ago.
Bobbi, oh shit…
Bobbi woke with a start. It felt like a cold shiver had gone through her whole body. She wasn’t terribly surprised in her half-awake state, after all she was laying on a cement floor, naked, with her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles in leg irons. In short, she was in her happy place, the place she and Craig had built together for their bondage games.
She also had no idea what time it was, not because it was still dark outside but because Craig had turned off the lights when he had left her, and the room was in a back corner of their basement and they had used two solid core steel doors with seals all around. One door led to a short hallway that ran along the side of the room to another door that opened into Craig’s shop. The outer door was behind a piece of plywood that Craig kept propped in front of it, effectively hiding the door. After all, Bobbi’s nieces and nephews came over occasionally, usually when Bobbi and Craig babysat, and it wouldn’t do for innocent eyes to find all the toys!
Assuming it was still the middle of the night, and not really having any other options anyway, Bobbi propped herself back up against the bars of the cell and tried to go back to sleep.
Craig knew he HAD to get to Bobbi. Nobody would come check on them for days. The playroom was hidden. Bobbi was locked in a 4ft by 4ft by 6ft tall cell made of ½ inch iron bars and locked with a high security master padlock. What was worse, although he had left her a dog bowl of water, she had no food. And it would be pitch black in that room that contained the cell, so dark you could not see your hand in front of your face no matter how long you let your eyes adjust.
There was a baby monitor on Craig’s night stand and he could clearly see Bobbi’s image, sleeping, in that eerie green video you get when the only light is infra-red. Bobbi!
Craig tried swimming, but his arms and legs just moved through the air like it wasn’t there. Or was it him who wasn’t there? Then he noticed Fritz. Fritz was getting visibly annoyed at Craig. He was curled up where Bobbi’s feet would have been and all this flailing and dancing in mid-air was keeping him from getting his beauty sleep. Fritz stood up, stretched the way only cats can, hopped off the end of the bed, walked across the floor and right through the wall headed toward the kitchen.
Craig calmed down. There was something about the superior feline look that Felix had given him that settled him. “Well shit,” Craig thought, “if that stupid dead cat can do it…”
While he was thinking about the cat, Craig slowly drifted down towards the floor, and then he noticed that his feet were below the floor. “Well that’s not right,” he thought, “and as soon as he thought it, his body rose till his feet were, more or less, on the floor. That gave him the clue he needed, and he realized that he just had to decide what and how things should happen and they did – mostly.
Bobbi couldn’t get back to sleep. Her shoulders were aching, her wrists were sore, the floor was hard, and she needed to pee. The two of those things she could do something about was the floor and peeing. She stood up to give her butt a rest from the hard floor. Her butt was sore from the hard cement but also from the paint stirrer that Craig had broken over her ass between rounds of fucking her asshole last night. There was no way she could have gotten comfortable laying on the floor curled up, so as always when she spent the night in the cage, she propped her back against the bars and rested that way. But that put her tail bone directly on the cement.
Peeing was a different matter. Her bladder was really full and, although she knew there was a drain in the floor, it was outside the walls of her cage. So, if she just let it flow, which was really her only option, they could wash down the floor of the cage tomorrow. BUT Craig would know, he would smell it. And Craig would no doubt use that as an excuse to leave her in the cell all day Saturday. Oh, he’d unlock her hands to give her shoulders some relief, he wasn’t a complete monster. But he would probably make her eat her breakfast off the floor before he uncuffed her; the same floor she peed on. Nope, she wasn’t peeing till she was desperate.
Bobbi just stood, at peace in her ‘Happy Place’ and remembered how much she loved her sadistic, loving husband and the father of their two grown children. She smiled, then winced as her shoulders tried to cramp.
Craig was making some progress on this ghost thing. He had managed to move across the floor to the door but when he tried to grab the door handle his hand went right through it. It took him several attempts before he remembered that Felix had just gone through the wall. Actually, that was easier than he expected, he just thought about the basement steps, and he drifted right through the wall towards the kitchen. Bobbi, he had to get to Bobbi. What he was going to do when he got there, he had no clue. As he was walking/floating across the living room he remembered that his feet had gone through the bedroom floor! Was he ever going to get the hang of this ‘dead’ thing? He thought about the basement and simply floated through the floor into his shop.
It's funny the things you think about when you’re dead. The first thought that popped into Craig’s head when he entered his shop was “Damn, all this expensive wood-working equipment and I’ll never get to use it again. Bobbi! I’ve got to focus, get to the playroom!”
He drifted towards the back of the shop where a piece of plywood was casually propped against the back wall. That simple piece of spare lumber intentionally hid the first of two solid core doors. Behind the first door was a left turn that led along a short hallway to a second solid core door on the right. All the walls were alternating studs with insulation woven between. The ceiling was similarly soundproof. Craig had put a boom box on high in the room behind these doors and walls and proudly shown Bobbi that you couldn’t hear a peep outside the room.
In the cage in the soundproof room Bobbi stood, eyes closed, deep in thought but trying NOT to think about how hungry she was or how much she needed to pee. She knew her water bowl was in the corner, but she had licked the last of that water up sometime during the night… or was it still night?
She remembered how she begged Craig to build her a cage in their playroom. They had built the playroom within the first year of buying the house. Craig had realized that the offset under the guest bedroom could be made to “disappear” from the basement by building a cement block wall to match the foundation. Since it was off his shop area, it was easy to hide the access door behind scrap lumber. After all, their nieces and nephews and other family members visited from time to time and it wouldn’t do for them to find the playroom.
Craig was a do-it-yourself-er and he put a mini-split AC/Heat unit in the space, sound proofed it, installed a winch on the ceiling, built a cross, a bondage table and a spanking bench. Craig and Bobbi had several years of fun play sessions and Craig kept adding attachment points and other enhancements as need arose.
But Bobbi really wanted a cell. They had tried a large dog cage but Bobbi just didn’t feel it was secure enough. She always felt she could just bend it apart if she put her back on one side and pushed with her legs on the other. She needed to feel TOTALLY helpless.
By this time Craig had learned that doors didn’t really matter, he focused and drifted right through both walls and into their play space. He almost cried when he saw his beautiful wife, standing and leaning against the bars. Yes, he realized as he looked back at the light switch on the wall, he could ‘see’ his wife. Apparently light had no meaning to the dead either.
He had gone two nights a week for a whole semester to audit a welding class at the local trade school to learn to build that cell for Bobbi. There was some curiosity among his fellow students as to why someone with a masters degree in accounting would want to learn welding but Craig just explained that he wanted to try a hobby of metal yard art.
After completing the course, he took a week off work and rented a Lincoln Welder, found a metal supply company, bought the iron bars and angles he needed and started work in the basement. He wanted to put a real jail cell lock in the door but couldn’t figure out where to buy one. There were some antique ones on eBay but they were way too expensive. Ultimately, he settled on drilling holes that he could run high security padlocks through to secure the door.
Bobbi looked OK. Tired but blissful and in her ‘space’. Instinctively, Craig drifted through the bars and tried to hug his wife. His arms went right through her.
Bobbi shivered and her eyes snapped wide open. It took her a minute to calm down but when she did, she thought “Oh shit, am I coming down with the flu? We’ll have to miss the Wilson’s dinner party if I am.”
Craig panicked again. He rapidly floated back toward the wall and tried to grab the key ring. He HAD to get Bobbi out of that cell! Of course, his hands went right through the keys. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
Being a ghost suddenly made all those horror movies about seances and paranormal happenings real. If those Ghost Hunter type shows had any basis in fact, ghosts COULD move objects, at least enough to knock things off tables. All Craig needed to do was knock the keys off the nail, then scoot them across to the bars where Bobbi could find them. He had to concentrate.
Craig tried pushing the keys with his fingers. He tried very slowly. He tried quickly. He tried blowing. He tried again and again. He focused with all his mind and stared at the keys. Nothing, not even one little giggle. In anger and frustration, he slammed his fist against the wall, except his fist went right through the wall.
But the keys jangled.
***
Bobbi was starting to get just a little bit worried. Her internal clock was pretty good and she was almost positive Craig was late. Oh she wasn’t worried that anything bad had happened, that wouldn’t occur to her until much later. She was just getting pissed that Craig was being more sadistic that usual instead of coming downstairs and giving her the hard fucking she desperately needed. She wouldn’t even mind if he didn’t unlock her hands first, although some water would be nice.
“Jangle”
What was that? Did she hear the sound of keys jangling? Or was she just so tired and thirsty that she was hearing things in the total silence of the playroom.
He moved them, he actually moved them. Not much, but enough that they made a sound. So, emotion was the answer. He had to be an angry ghost! Over the next few hours Craig tried everything he could think of. He got ANGRY!!!. He focused on how sad he would be if he couldn’t rescue Bobbi and he cried. He even tried happiness and joy. Nothing worked, he never moved the keys again. He was tired, so tired. Felix had been sleeping on the bed, perhaps ghosts did need sleep. That was it, if he just rested he could recharge his energy and they move the keys.
Craig drifted in the middle of the room and his world went black.
Bobbi stayed very still and quiet. She listened. Nothing.
Finally, she knelt down in the corner of the cell towards the drain with her legs spread and peed. Then she sat down in her Cell, stared at nothing and heard nothing in the total dark silence of her cell.
Saturday passed quietly in the outside world. Felix spent most of the day laying on the end of the bed next to Craig’s cold body.
When they didn’t show up for dinner, the Wilson’s tried calling both Bobbi and Craig’s cell phones. When they didn’t get any answer or call back after several hours, they called Bobbi and Craig’s daughter who also tried calling. Finally, about midnight the Sheriff’s office was called and a welfare check requested.
When he shined his flashlight into the bedroom window, the Deputy could see Craig’s body and he could tell he wasn’t just asleep. He called the fire department who came and broke in the front door. Paramedics quickly verified that Craig was long dead. But where was his wife? There didn’t appear to be any signs of foul play, but the coroner was called.
Craig ‘woke’ with a start. He instinctively knew that someone was moving his body, he could ‘feel’ it. Help! He could get help!
Floating upstairs he arrived just as the paramedics were checking for a pulse.
“I’m dead you idiots. But you need to search the house!” He tried to scream but none of the living paid him any attention.
Craig watched them pack up their cases. “You can’t leave, you have to find Bobbi!” he was frantic, crying, yelling, but they couldn’t see him. The baby monitor, he had to get them to notice the baby monitor. He tried knocking it off the bedside table. That’s when he noticed that the battery must have gone dead in the transmitter in the playroom! There was only a blank display. That’s why they didn’t notice it.
He tried passing through the paramedics and one of them commented “cold in here!”
Nothing was working!
Finally, the Deputy stuck his head in the door. “I’m going to check the rest of the house, there is supposed to be a wife home.”
Craig followed the Deputy all through the upstairs. He was very thorough and looked in all the closets, all the cabinets, in the walk-in showers, everywhere. Finally, he went downstairs. Craig drifted through the floor and met him there. After searching from one end to the other the Deputy finally got to the shop. He turned on the light, glanced around the room and turned and left.
Bobbi was getting scared. The fear was creeping up on her slowly but steadily. She trusted Craig. They had been married 24 years. He was a true sadist and didn’t hesitate to give her the treatment she needed but he had never, in the 25 years they had played, harmed her in any way.
This was too long. Her mouth felt like cotton, and she was sure her tongue was starting to swell. She hadn’t peed or felt like she needed to since? Since when, she had no idea. She had gone past hunger to that low constant growl, but she was definitely feeling weak. She spent more and more time sleeping.
Bobbi had no way of knowing that Craig was floating just outside the cell watching her. His emotions continued to run through cycles of fear, anger, love (when he looked at Bobbi) and resignation. Craig would alternate between drifting upstairs to watch all the activity up there and coming down to just sit with Bobbi.
He had watched the coroner come and do a preliminary examination of the body and room.
“I don’t see any obvious signs of foul play, but we won’t know for sure till we have the toxicology report and given how backed up the crime lab is, that could take weeks. You still haven’t found the wife?” the coroner asked.
“Nope, and it’s strange because her car, car keys, and purse all seem to be here. I’m beginning to wonder if we have an abduction.” The deputy replied.
“Have you found a baby?” the coroner asked.
“What baby?” The deputy asked. “There’s only info on an adult daughter and I searched the whole house.
“Didn’t you notice the baby monitor here on the night-stand?” the Coroner pointed out.
“Hmmm – nope. Didn’t notice the camera for it either. Well, their daughter will be here in about an hour. Perhaps she can explain things.
Craig had watched their daughter come, sit by the bed where he had died and cry. She had watched her rage at the Sheriff for not doing more to find her mother. Craig had long ago stopped raging. He was numb. He had tried everything to save Bobbi and he was failing. He had even tried to possess his daughter, willing himself into her soul. But it didn’t work. Either he didn’t know how to possess someone, or it was just a myth. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the baby monitor even though it was sitting right there.
The daughter also looked all through the house but was completely unaware of the playroom’s existence and eventually left the house never to return. It was just too painful.
Bobbi was near the end. She hardly had the energy to roll over now. She spent most of her time in a fetal position only semi-conscious. She had no idea how many days had passed. The panic had long ago been replaced by acceptance that something had gone wrong, and she was going to die.
Craig spent long hours just watching her breathe. He had tried leaving the house to get help but quickly discovered that, although he could float through walls and floors, he simply could not leave the house. It occurred to him that he still had a purpose to accomplish in the house, and that was why he could not leave. But he couldn’t figure it out. He had tried to move the keys so many times now. He had tried to move the tumblers in the lock. He had tried to get someone, anyone’s attention when they were in the house. Nothing worked.
He just watched her breathe.
And then she didn’t.
Bobbi suddenly realized the lights were on. And there was Craig. Oh, she had a few choice words for him! And she charged at him yelling and so angry that she didn’t even notice that her hands were gesturing in front of her, and she was floating right through the bars.
She stopped mid-sentence as her brain tried to make sense of what the hell was going on! And there was Felix, curled up on the floor next to Craig and Felix was dead.
Dead.
“I’m so sorry Bobbi, we should have had a backup plan.” Craig said sadly.
Bobby was quiet for a long time, but she always was a faster learner and much less emotional than Criag.
“So what happened to us?” She asked.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. I died Friday night. I must have died in my sleep. I only remember waking up like this.” And Craig gestured to both of them.
“So now we get to spend eternity naked?” Said Bobbi. “Well, at least the handcuffs are off.”
Craig burst out laughing. They were both dead and Bobbi was thinking about being naked.
“Speaking of which,” Bobbi continued, “Can ghosts have sex, cause I’m still incredibly horny!”
Their daughter couldn’t bring herself to go back into the house where her father died and her mother disappeared. A friend of the family went in and removed all the financial records, family photos and a few other keepsakes. Then the house was sold to a flipper, furniture, and all.
It was almost a month after the sale that the flipper discovered the hidden door while cleaning out all the tools and other things from the shop. As soon as he opened the second door the smell hit him, and he called the police. There was, of course, a huge investigation. But ultimately, the coroner and Sheriff’s office determined that it was kink and not foul play.
Ghosts can indeed have sex, as Bobbi and Craig discovered. And they don’t get tired. The only problem, they discovered, is that when Craig, say, spanked Bobbi’s ass, it stung for a minute and left a ghostly handprint. But within too short of time, her spirit returned to ‘normal’. On the other hand, Craig could spank her for hours with no lasting effects. And trying to use an implement such as one of their many paddles or straps was just downright frustrating.
Three days after the coroner finished his inquiry, there was a simple service where Bobbi was laid to rest next to her beloved Craig.
Craig and Bobbi didn’t know the reason, but as soon as Bobbi’s body was lowered into the ground, a bright tunnel appeared above them that went right through the house and extended into realms unknown. They held hands and floated up the tunnel together.
