"Go Bump in the Night"

Daphne breathed a deep sigh of relief as her head hit the pillow. Finally! A whole weekend without ghouls, phantoms, creatures, or apparitions!

The Mystery Machine had broken down -- as it was wont to do -- Thursday afternoon, and they had just been able to limp into the next small New England village. And of course it needed a part that wouldn't come from the 'Big City' until Monday.

But at least this time we weren't stranded on a moonlit moor, Daphne thought. Or at the edge of some mysterious forest. Instead they were in the quaint village of Fletcher Cove, without a mystery in sight.

Well, except for this B & B. A grin formed on Daphne's lips. Leave it to Velma to find the one place in town that was rumored to be haunted!

Of course the Scooby Gang then had to get the whole story from the elderly owner Mrs. Lovecraft. Turned out that the B & B had once been a -- as Lovecraft quaintly put it -- "house of ill repute". One night the crew of a fishing boat was having a particularly rowdy celebration when a fire broke out. The girls and the other customers made it out, but the crew had perished to a man.

It had been years before the house had been rebuilt, and of course by then the haunting stories had started.

But Daphne and the rest of the gang had had nothing but an uneventful two days in town. There hadn't been a hint of ghostly activity, and everyone had a chance to relax and unwind from a life of ghostbusting.

Tomorrow the Mystery Machine would be fixed, Daphne thought sleepily, and then it'll be back to an un-normal life.

She fell asleep to the sound of the town clock ringing the hour.

Daphne looked down and almost laughed aloud. There was nothing covering her nightie-clad body. No wonder there was a chill -- she had kicked the covers off! It was summer, but the seashore nights were cool. She pulled the sheet and light blanket back up to her shoulders and settled back onto the pillows. Showed you what a life of chasing things that go bump in the night did for you!

She was half-way back asleep when she felt the covers start to slide off.

Groggily she yanked them back up.

After a moment, they began sliding off again.

Daphne snapped wide awake and bolted upright, fire in her eyes. If Shaggy and Scooby were playing tricks on her...!

There was no one in the room.

She even checked under the bed. Nothing. Was she imagining it all?

Warily she lay back under the covers. She must have still been dreaming. How else to --

The covers started moving.

Startled, Daphne grabbed the fabric. Now there was no mistake, she could feel resistance against her. She looked down as she pulled. What the --

She froze, her heart leaping into her throat.

There was a hand.

Where the moonlight cast its silver glow across the bed, it revealed the ghostly image of a hand.

And only a hand.

In shock she watched as the hand pulled the covers from her. Was it the chill of the air, or the chill of fear that brought goosebumps to her skin and made her nipples spring into sharp relief against the silk of her nightie?

Galvanized into action by her exposure, Daphne grabbed for the blanket. The hand was faster, whipping the covers off the bed and halfway across the room.

Too pissed off to be scared, Daphne started to swing her long legs off the bed.

Something grabbed her ankle.

It was another ghostly hand.

Daphne gasped. Its grip was ice-cold, as if it was stealing her warmth. And it was strong enough to yank her leg back onto the bed.

Daphne screamed --

Or would have, if not a third hand slapped over her mouth, turning her shout into a muffled cry.

There was the sound of fabric ripping. Daphne forced her head up to see the hem of her nightie tear.

Daphne now fought like a demon as strip by strip first her nightie, and then her panties were ripped away, exposing her lush naked body to the cool moonlight. The hands seemed to grow stronger, and she knew they were the big, rough working hands of men -- hands that knew what they wanted.

Daphne moaned and her back arched at the first touch of a chilling hand on her heaving breasts. The ghostly fingers traced along the curve of her tits, cupping the underside and pressing them together. Cool thumbs stroked back and forth across her turgid nipples. Another pair of hands started on her silky, struggling thighs, and began moving their way upward.

But there was no denying the ethereal hands that were now massaging her full breasts and tweaking her nipples. Or the fingers that were stroking her downy trimmed pubic triangle and even now were pressing against her swelling vagina lips.

Yet there was also no denying the change that was happening to the phantom hands. Where at the start they had been hard and rough they were now slowly becoming softer, and their painful grip eased. And the coldness was being replaced with warmth, a warmth that began to flow through Daphne's body in response to the growing erotic tide inside her. Now she squirmed not to escape (though the hands still pinned her to the bed) but in response to the heat flowing across her body.

She moaned and shuddered in response to the pinching of her nipples. Her hips rose to the touch of fingers that slid up her now moist pussy lips and pressed against her clit. The hand that had been keeping her quiet now lovingly stroked her face and Daphne eagerly sucked one of the fingers into her mouth.

The wave of pleasure flowed through Daphne, and now she struggled to heighten her excitement, using the tension of her spread-eagle position, tensing her muscles, her body arcing almost completely off the bed as first one, then two fingers slipped in and out of her now sopping wet pussy -- all the while the thumb rhythmically moving against her throbbing clit.

Finally she hit the crest and Daphne practically screamed as the orgasm broke over her, her body crashing back onto the bed as she seemed to explode from within.

Chest heaving, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, Daphne felt the hands on her limbs shift. She looked downward to see a new pair of hands replacing the set that had been on her chest and between her thighs.

She moaned as the replacements began stroking her pussy and squeezing her tits anew. In moments she started the climb of sexual pleasure all over again. Just before her eyes closed in ecstasy Daphne did a quick count.

Five more pairs to go!