“I want to eat you,” she whispered.
At first, Jose was excited, but then he realized he was alone in the room.
“Hello?” he asked, but the only light in the room was from his laptop. He muted his computer. Maybe it was one of those stupid annoying ads that starts talking to you from out of nowhere.
“I want to eat you,” the voice whispered again.
That was definitely coming from somewhere in the room. Jose looked around, in his closet and under his bed. He put his ear to the air vent.
“Jose,” a soft wind blew into his ear. Jose jumped up and bumped into something. He turned around and screamed like a little girl, his arms and legs kicking out. He smashed back into the wall, gasping for breath at the strange thing in the room. It was a person… with a sheet over her head.
“Inez? Is that you? You scared the shit outta me, girl.”
“N-nn,” the girl in the ghost costume shook her head. “My name’s Dina.”
Jose reached to pull off the sheet on her head. His hand went through her body. “What the Hell?”
“I’m a ghost.”
Jose shook his head. “You’re a hologram or something. Somebody’s playing a prank on me big-time.”
“No. I assure you, I’m a ghost.”
“Well, ghost. Take off the damn sheet so I can see your face.”
“It’s not a sheet! This is what ghosts look like! I’m in purgatory! It’s not like I can keep my human form, jackass!”
Jose paused for a moment. “Suppose you’re telling me the truth. What the Hell are you haunting me for?”
“I already told you.” A slit opened in the sheet’s face, exposing a wide, empty smile. “I want to eat you, Jose. I wasn’t fucking around with you, man.”
Dina’s formless body enveloped Jose. Her wide, empty smile crunched own on Jose’s skull, taking off his entire head above the jaw. Her ghostly appendages turned Jose’s body upside-down over her head to shower in the blood spritzing out of his throat. She squeezed him, juicing his body for all that he had. The blood ran over and through her spectral form. She shuddered in excitement.
“Nnnn. Oh, that’s good, Jose. So good. Thank you.”