Her name was Karen, or Kim, or something else with a K.
They met at the bar. She caught his eye across the room. She was wearing a strappy little dress that immediately caught his attention. Ben bought her a drink, and the rest was a rote memory. This wasn't his first time picking up a beautiful woman from the bar.
It started with lingering touches by the bar. She pressed her perky breasts against his arm as they talked. She accepted his invitation back to his place. His previous problems had faded as her hand trailed up his leg while he drove to his house.
By the time they made it to his driveway, she was palming his erection through his pants.
His hands slid up her short dress as soon as he got the front door open. He grabbed her ass and groaned against her mouth when he found bare skin.
He had her pinned to the wall when the light in the entryway flickered. He ignored it. He was too busy pulling her dress down.
Karen, or Kim threw her head back, her eyes closed in pleasure when he sucked one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers. She tangled her fingers in his hair and moaned.
The lights might have flickered again when he dropped to his knees. Her upper thighs were wet. He licked up the slickness until he found the source. He flicked his tongue against her wet opening before moving it up to circle her clit.
He didn't hear any noise apart from her moaning. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and flicked the tip of his tongue across her clip.
Her fingers tugged at his hair as he slid his fingers inside her molten heat and curled them up. She clenched around him and trembled as he repeatedly brushed against her sweet spot. His cock twitched in his jeans. She was warm and tight. He couldn't wait to slide inside her.
He was immensely enjoying himself until the tugging in his hair went from a pleasurable tingle to a painful tug. Then the screaming started. Not the throaty screams of pleasure but a high-pitched scream of fear.
He moved away from her body and realized two things.
1: He definitely had a ghost problem.
2: His ghost was a cockblock.
All his lights were flickering: the hallway, the living room, and the kitchen. A tornado of objects twirled around the room. Anything remotely light was picked up by the force and violently moved around. His couch banged against the floor in an attempt to rise.
Maybe Karen screamed again and ran out of the house with her tits out. His lights flickered again before everything dropped to the floor, and the room was silent.
Ben flipped his hands up and asked the empty room. "What the fuck?"
The room didn't answer.
He looked at the mess. "You couldn't use your ghost powers to clean up?"
The answering silence felt oppressive.
***
He spent the rest of the night googling 'how to get rid of a ghost', in his bed, with all the lights on.
Since his ghost so rudely interrupted his date, it hasn't made a peep. No flickering lights, no tornado of his earthly possessions.
It was just him and Google.
wikiHow: How To Get Rid Of Ghosts
-Ask the ghost to leave
That sounds like a stupid idea. He didn't plan on communicating with it. He just wanted it to leave him alone. And let him get laid.
-Cleanse your home with white candles and lavender incense.
Do they need to be specific white candles? Does Amazon sell anti-ghost white candles? It couldn't be as easy as grabbing some from the grocery store.
-To further protect yourself, use salt rings and protective crystals.
That led to another internet search of what qualifies as a "protective crystal," but the salt ring he could do.
He felt like a tool for sneaking around his own home. As if walking on his tiptoes would make him invisible to the ghost.
He had a handful of scented candles from when his mom tried her hand at selling them. They weren't white, but hopefully, the color wasn't that important.
He used a salt shaker to make a shaky circle around his bed. He stared at his bed. The salt line seemed like a thin barrier, and he wasn't sure how it was going to protect him from anything. The candle burning by his bedside did add some ambiance to his room, but again, he wasn't sure how helpful it was. He went around his bed again with the salt and lit another candle. To be on the safe side.
His room smelled like vanilla and pumpkin spice.
It took him hours to fall asleep.