[ WP ] A ghost goes to a secluded cabin for some quiet time off but events take a turn for the sinister as the ghost is haunted by horny teenagers

Tanner stared at a faded picture which hung slightly askew on peeling floral wallpaper. The slight tilt of the picture frame only annoyed him at first, but after countless years it had driven him to the edge of sanity. He had come to realize he had cycles of hate for the dusty frame; sometimes he would only be annoyed, at other times he would clench his fists and gnash his teeth. At this point of his cycle, he was merely indifferent to the tilt, and tried to ignore it. 
 
 When he thought about it, he realized how silly it was, to be angry at a picture frame, but as a ghost, there really wasn ’ t too much else he could do. Sure he could roam the small cabin, inspecting all the minute details of his past life. Looking at all the knick-knacks Sarah had stored along the mantle above the fireplace, or her artwork which adorned the walls, just everyday kind of stuff. 
 
 Sometimes he would stare at the door of his bedroom. He knew it was his bedroom, but he couldn ’ t open the door, due to being a ghost and all. He couldn ’ t just phase through the door, or any of the walls of the cabin for that matter. He always found it strange, his arms and hands would phase through objects, but when he tried to move through them, he would just bounce back. So he just stared at the bedroom door and wondered what was behind it, his memories of the room had been a blank spot in his mind ever since he had woke up. He wished the door was open. 
 
 The picture was his favorite though, and something that he stared at all the time being just slightly off kilter ended up driving him up the wall. 
 
 When he finally could look past the frame, he saw the picture of him and Sarah. Every time he looked at it, he was pulled back to that beautiful autumn day, both of them bundled up in jackets, the spectrum of fall leaves falling around them. Sometimes he could hear the wind, at others he could feel the sharp bite of autumn in his fingertips. He would sigh and feel the joy of that day tugging at something within his chest. And then he ’ d see that damn picture frame, and it would pull him out of his memories, his only escape from the drab and dark cabin. 
 
 It wasn ’ t easy being a ghost. For one thing, your memory sucks. That was the real reason why Tanner loved the picture so much. When you weren ’ t looking at anything, everything began to slip away. The memories would fade, the feelings, any feelings, happiness, sadness, anger, would eventually just fade into nothingness and he ’ d find himself staring at an empty spot of the floral wallpaper. 
 
 Sometimes he fell into that doldrum and he would ‘ wake up ’ sometime later, not knowing how much time had passed. Hours? Days? Months? He didn ’ t know, his only clue being the changes in the weather outside. He hated it, and it scared him, as he figured one day he would completely fade away, never to awaken again. 
 
 Today was a pretty normal day, he wandered around the cabin, looking at the knick-knacks, remembering each one he had gifted her, and smiling at each. Of course he wound his way back to the picture, and he lost himself inside that cold Autumn day once again. 
 
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 A sound pulled him out of his dreaming, and instantly he eyed the picture frame in suspicion. He stared in hot anger for a few moments before realizing how silly he was being. Picture frames don ’ t make noises. Well, if one were to, it would probably be that bastard. He shook his head and moved away from the picture and towards the living room. 
 
 Sometimes animals would explore the outside of the house, knocking things around, or just peer in through the window. Perhaps it was a curious squirrel, or a deer nibbling at the ivy hanging from the eaves. 
 
 As Tanner walked into the living room, the front door suddenly swung open. Yellow tape fluttering outside and into the wind. He stood in amazement. Nobody had been to the cabin in years, and now somebody was suddenly barging in. Fear and excitement ran through his body, each swirling around each other, trying to find which would be the victor and control his emotions. 
 
 Two people entered, each wrapped in winter clothing, and also wrapped in each other ’ s arms. The shorter one was in pink, the other in navy blue. A flash of blonde hair poked out from under the girl ’ s cap, and Tanner ’ s breath caught in his throat. Memories of Sarah flooded his mind, and excitement fluttered in his chest. He peered closely and looked at the girl ’ s face, and his excitement dropped. It wasn ’ t Sarah. 
 
 The pair came into the room, closing the door shut behind them. 
 
 “ Yeah, I saw this place when Joe and I went hiking last year, tucked it away in the back of my head to check out one day. ” The taller one said. 
 
 “ But Tim, what about that yellow tape? What is that all about? I don ’ t like it! ” The shorter one said, holding onto the taller one. 
 
 “ Ah, don ’ t worry about that, babe. ” Tim said, “ I think this place was condemned a few years back, just trying to keep the kids out. ” 
 
 Tanner moved slowly towards them. He hadn ’ t seen anyone else since he woke up lying on the floor of the kitchen a few years ago. For some reason, he knew they wouldn ’ t be able to see him, just some feeling told him so. He reached out a hand and touched the girl ’ s face. 
 
 Just like everything else in the cabin, he phased right through it, and the girl gave no notice. Tanner sighed and stepped away from them. 
 
 “ Ok, ok, ” The girl said, “ Its just spooky! ” She shivered and gripped the boy ’ s arm tighter. “ Its dark Tim, can you please turn on the lantern already? ” 
 
 The boy complied and lifted an electric lantern to his face in the dull light of the cabin. After he fiddled with it for a few moments, the room was bathed in the sterile tones of a fluorescent bulb. 
 
 Tanner stood in the corner, watching the two teenagers as they explored around the living room. He thought he would be angry as the girl picked up a knick-knack and commented to the boy about how dusty everything was. He wasn ’ t angry though; the feeling just never surfaced inside his body. 
 
 He did feel a twinge of excitement though as they came across the cupboard that stood upon the desk in the corner. He couldn ’ t remember what was in the cupboard, and with his incorporeal hands, he had never been able to explore inside of it. He peered over their shoulders as they reached forward and opened it with a slow creak. 
 
 As his eyes played across the contents of cupboard he was pulled back into his memories. A cold night spent inside the warm cabin. Warm lights. Music playing from the old radio on the shelf. Sarah and him dancing around the room. Laughing. Drinking. Making love on the sofa. 
 
 Tanner opened his eyes, and he was filled to bursting with the memories and emotions of that night. He was a slave to his emotions, he spun in the dark cabin, his arms outstretched, only illuminated by the light from the boy ’ s lantern. It was pure bliss, something Tanner had never felt before. He realized he was laughing as he spun about the room. 
 
 As the memories and emotions faded, he came to a stop, and realized the pair were looking at him. 
 
 “ What was that? ” The girl asked, her voice shaky. 
 
 “ Uh… ” The boy stammered. 
 
 “ I heard… Laughing? ” The girl said, unsure of herself, “ And did you feel that breeze? Where did that come from? ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t think it was laughing, ” The boy said, “ Probably just a coyote or something out in the woods. ” 
 
 The girl eyed the boy suspiciously, and he laughed. “ Oh come on Rachel, I know it ’ s spooky, but it ’ s just an old cabin in the woods. ” 
 
 Tanner was in shock, as the two turned back around and busied themselves with the cupboard. Had they heard him? Felt his spinning around the room? The emotions were so intense, he hadn ’ t even realized he had done so. 
 
 He watched them closely as they pulled the bottles from the cupboard. 
 
 “ Oh yeah! Jackpot! ” The boy had said, pulling out the bottles of whiskey and vodka that had been kept in the cupboard. 
 
 They both made their way back to the couch and dusted it off. Soon, and after some encouragement from the boy, the pair began drinking. They began laughing up a storm and enjoying the privacy of a cabin in the woods. 
 
 Tanner watched indifferently. The memory had faded. It was his booze, but he didn ’ t care, he had no use for it anymore. Soon the pair began to do what teenagers always do when they ’ re alone and alcohol is involved. Tanner wasn ’ t interested in watching, and he began to turn away, when the boy suddenly stood up and took the girl by the hand. 
 
 “ C-Come on Rachel, let ’ s see if there is any more interesting we can… ‘ drink ’ at. ” 
 
 The girl giggled and resisted for a moment before letting herself be dragged up. They stumbled down the hallway and towards the bedroom. 
 
 The bedroom! Why hadn ’ t Tanner thought of it before? If they were to explore the bedroom, he could finally get in! After years and years of staring at the door, he was finally going to see inside! He followed closely at their heels. They stopped in the hall to make out against the wall for a few minutes. Tanner waited impatiently, tapping his foot against the floor. Eventually they continued their journey. 
 
 Finally they came upon the door, and without celebration, without any build up, the boy turned the knob and pushed into the room. 
 

