October 24th, 2011:

Dear Diary. Today I might have made a mistake.

All the lights in my house flicker and then go out.

The TV flickers too, a few times, then fades to a loud, buzzing static. It alone illuminates my small apartment living room with a dull, grey digital candlelight. There’s an image of a well, and then SHE appears. Before I know it she has breached the imaginary fourth wall separating reality from her “fiction” and is crawling towards me across the wooden floor, wet, muddy, matted, dirty black hair hanging down like a widow’s veil in front of her bowed head, dragging across the wood planks, over my carpet. Each shaking, shuddering handfall–her knees, wrapped in the damp, moldy, tattered white dress half-clinging to her corpse-like body bringing up the rear–is accompanied by a hoarse, rasping breath that is both visible and icy blue, a breath that forms tiny crystalline icicles on my rug. When she reaches me she lifts a trembling, wrinkled, jaggedly unmanicured hand that falls heavily on my knee and lifts her moppish head of hair abruptly up to stare at me, a single bulging, bloodshot eyeball glaring back at me from beyond the haze of messy black filth she calls hair.

My dick is so fucking hard right now.

Or…it was, then. I wrote all that in the present tense to make it more exciting, but obviously I couldn’t have been writing it then. A few years back a buddy of mine was engaged to get married but had to move to another state to make that happen. One of his parting gifts (and I mean, we still keep in touch of course, but it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other in person) was this old VHS tape, one that he told me contained this spooky, horny dead chick who would rock your world when you played it…at a price. He told me to think about it real carefully before I used it, and to make sure I had someone to pass the curse onto within the time limit before I did. I…half followed his advice. Saved it for the perfect occasion anyway. About a week before Halloween, none of the channels were playing anything good, all my friends were out of town, and this was the spookiest, craziest shit I could think to do…

Anyway, Sadako, the creepy dead lady from the bottom of the well, moved her awful, disgusting hair out of her face and grinned up at me even as she undid my zipper and pulled out my cock.

“So uh, what’s your name, handsome?” She asked as she started to stroke it with one partially desiccated hand.

“M-Mary,” I managed to blurt out. I swallowed hard. She laughed, a loud, braying, almost horse-like laugh.

“S-sorry,” She nervously apologized. “Didn’t mean to laugh at that, just kind of a reflex. Nothing funny about it, Mary’s a nice name.”

It hadn’t even been a minute yet, maybe 30 seconds, maybe less. I stood no chance. Sadako closed her scary-lookin’ eye and let my cum shoot up into her mouth, over her tongue, over her twisted, knotty clumps of dark hair.

“Fuck!” I swore as the half-ghost, half-zombie woman leaned forward and took my still very sensitive shaft into her mouth and sucked it lovingly, receiving any further deposits of my jism and swallowing each as it came.

When I had finally caught my breath I asked: “So…the whole seven days thing, does that mean you’re gonna kill me after a week?”

“Oh…no no, of course not,” Sadako replied, waving her hands back and forth to further illustrate the negative. “I don’t control that, it’s just kinda…the nature of the curse.” She looked back at me with a sad, apologetic grin and goddamn was it cute.

“I would be willing to help you pass it on to someone else though,” She added. “Though it’s gotta be a willing victim.” She paused. “There…is another thing. Part of the whole curse dealie.”

“…Yeah?”

“I get pretty ravenous. I need to…I need to…” She blushed, but it was a cold, dead, blue hue. “Need to do something like THAT–“

(She was obviously referring to what we just did, of course)

“At least once a day. In fact, I kind of want to jump your bones right now, but I know that penises have a bit of a refractory period…so I’ll control myself for now.”

“Well, I don’t mind helping you with that problem,” I said with my best cocky/confident grin. “And I think I know how you can help me…”

October 25th–Day 1:

After setting up my cam-corder on my dresser, Sadako straddled me on the bed, pulling my jeans and panties down and settling her thin, blue-lipped pussy over my growing erection. With her guiding hand I slid into her effortlessly and then she was riding me slow and heavy like she was the headless horseman and I was her horse. This time, thankfully, I lasted a little while longer, even after my bed literally floated up into the air and a few of my personal belongings started circling overhead like a flock of carrion-starved vultures. To be honest it might’ve helped the situation. When we finally crashed back to the floor I came harder than I had in years, harder than the previous night, and I even breathlessly apologized when my downstairs neighbor complained about the noise.

Later Sadako helped me post the video on Pornhub. The video “Shy virgin trans-girl gets ridden HARD by chad cursed yurei” obviously got plenty of views, but our pleas to have someone DM us so we could pass on the curse fell on deaf ears.

Well…we still had 6 more days.

Day 2:

Sadako agreed to take a shower because she smelled pretty bad. After she cleaned herself up I got down on my knees and ate her out till she came, while the hot water poured down over both of us. My dick twitched between my knees as I worked and ignored the discomfort of the bumpy rubber shower mat I had purchased about a decade ago. Eventually I ejaculated on my own, probably prompted on by Sadako pressing my face against her crotch when she came, tilting her own head back against the shower wall. We recorded that one too, and tried to make the description less wordy.

Day 3:

Still no takers. Damn. I wondered maybe we would have to appeal more to the hardcore crowd. So…as I lay stark naked on a levitating dining room table, wrists and ankles chained to the legs of the thing with Sadako hovering over me with dozens of similarly levitating candles, she used only one of the burning sticks to drip the tiniest bit of hot wax on my chest as thunder flashed and rain poured down outside the church windows. It had been Sadako’s pretty killer idea to discover an old, long abandoned cathedral overlooking a graveyard. The “sex” part went about as well as it could’ve considering I am a little bitch when it comes to pain, and while Sadako was quick to suggest alternatives, I am also pretty damn stubborn when I want to be. Either way I found out pretty quickly that day that wax is not my thing, but on the other hand I was rock fucking solid the whole time and boy did I ever cum. So…maybe I’d try it again someday? Different circumstances maybe. Work on my pain tolerance. It was a fun place to fuck, if nothing else, but we also hoped it would increase the video’s popularity.

Well…

Day 4-October 28th:

Plenty of views, but still no messages. We decided it was probably time to switch strategies. We decided to begin a Fall/Halloween themed bake sale (my wondered was pumpkin spice cookies) for the other tenets in my apartment and the idea was that if you took the cursed tape you’d get a whole dozen free. Otherwise they’d be 5 bucks each or $20 for a dozen. I went out pretty late to go shopping for ingredients and Sadako stayed home to make a sign and pass out fliers under people’s doors. When I had finished and was exhausted in the parking lot Sadako reached her arm out of my Nokia flip phone and gave me a supernatural handy. The whole time she was telling me about the cold, dry, mildewey place she’d be doing this to me in, surrounded by cobwebs and centipedes. I told her she might want to work on her dirty talk.

Day 5:

Lot of baking today! I baked quite a bit in school, made shit for all my dorm-mates and they at all times seemed to appreciate it (or else they were just being polite), so I did most of the actual baking decisions, but Sadako was a big help gathering supplies and working with me in the kitchen. When it came time for the actual sale (which we hosted down in the apartment lot), everyone was more than eager to buy my cookies, and enjoyed the shit out of them by the sound of it, but as it turned out no one was too keen on taking a cursed video tape that would kill them in seven days, even if it came with some great sex.

Afterwards, disappointed as we were, me and Sadako took a moment in the alley. I smeared some leftover cookie dough on my cock and Sadako licked up every little bit with her tongue. Then she throated the whole damn thing and worked my bone over with some surprisingly still strong muscles until I busted like an uncorked champagne bottle. I know you’re apparently not supposed to eat raw cookie dough, but I mean, Sadako was dead already.

She looked sad. She seemed genuinely upset over the fact that I was going to die in two days. I appreciated it and told her that she was doing everything she could.

Day 6:

I was getting desperate. So me and Sadako started fucking in increasingly public places, which, to be honest, was a long-time kink of mine. Something I’d at all times been sort of enamored with but

never had the balls to actually try…so to speak. First we caught a cab and Sadako started going down on me in the back seat. The guy looked back and I said, “Sir, this could be you!” We got kicked to the literal curb before I could even explain the curse part.

Then we went to our local cineplex and I returned Sadako’s favor, going down on her while she told a young woman sitting behind us that she could be her, only there was a bit of an evil curse to go along with it. The woman screamed and ran out the theater in hysterics. It was like she’d never seen a dead girl before.

Finally we went down to this adult video store that I knew about about 5 miles down the highway. We went into one of the “screening rooms” and I made love to Sadako’s pale little ghost ass as loudly as I could, slamming her tight blue cunt from behind while she knelt and held on to the wall, both of us exaggerating our moans like we were in a forty minute Brazzers video. We tried to sell every sleazy, greasy, weirdo pervert who came by to investigate, and still none of them seemed to like the prospect of seven nights in heaven with Sadako Yamamura, wailing well hottie herself, to deal with the whole death curse thing. Eventually, even the store clerk, the guy who was openly scrolling through a page of novelty steampunk vibrators at his desk when we came in, came and told us we needed to leave. Then I came, and then we left. And when we did finally leave the store it was already dark out…

Halloween:

Diary, this is it. For anyone who ever reads this, maybe before you wondered “Oh, all of this is written in the past-tense, so she must be fine. I’m sure Mary will make it out of this in one piece.” Well…sorry to disappoint. After I woke up today, took a piss and had some breakfast, this is exactly what I’m writing now. I’m not thrilled at the prospect of dying, I won’t lie to you–in fact I’m sort of terrified, to be honest–but I did know this was a risk going in. I’ve had a relatively full life, all things considered. I have an amazing, incredible family, a mom, dad and an older brother who accepted me as I was from pretty much day one, an amazing ex who was an incredible girlfriend and now is still basically one of my best friends, and for the past decade or so I’ve had a hell of a time with my run as an artist on the independent comic series Albie and the Argonauts (it’s a young adult story about Jason and the Argonauts with a sci-fi, punk rock twist and a female protag).

And honestly, my week with Sadako has been a hell of a time, too. It’s just a shame it’s most likely going to end the way I hoped it wouldn’t. Oh well, hindsight and all that. Well, I guess I’m just going to have to be ready for whatever happens, and see it through. Not sure if I’m going to try to go out again today, me and Sadako wanted to watch some old Japanese horror movies together. She says she’ll tell me if she recognizes any of the other spirits. Surprisingly it seems like she’s not in the mood for sex, for once. Maybe I’ve been wearing her out, heh. Maybe we can hang as ghosts together if worst comes to worst…Well. She’s calling me now. Guess you’ll know what happens before I do in a way, diary. Future, weird reader who is reading a dead woman’s diary. See you when I see you.

***

Mary sat down on the couch next to her now pretty good friend Sadako and smiled at her. The at all times thoughtful yurei had made a bowl of popcorn for them to enjoy together. Mary took a deep breath and lifted the remote to unpause the TV. Then there was a knock on the door. The two women exchanged confused looks, then Mary got up. She went over to the door, then checked the peephole. Immediately afterwards she hurriedly undid the chained latch and opened the door.

“Ed! What the fuck are you doing here?” Mary grinned from ear to ear and threw her arms around her old friend. When she pulled back the first thing she noticed was Ed’s former fiancé, now husband, Greg. “Heyyyyy Greg,” She added. “How’ve you been?”

“Ah, you know, same old, same old.”

“Is that Sadako Yamamura in there?” Ed asked, leaning his head into the room. “How the hell are you, you old so and so?”

Sadako waved one partially rotting hand and smiled.

Realizing he still hadn’t answered Mary’s question, Ed turned his attention back to her.

“Well, me and Greg were in town to visit family, and I thought we would stop in to see some old friends while we were at it.”

He paused weirdly for a second then, and Mary stared curiously at him. “…And well, to be honest, as much as we both wanted to see you, Mar-Mar, we also were hoping you might still have that tape I gave you.”

“…Say what now?”

“Well, I was a little drunk over the weekend, and I might’ve talked Greg’s ear off about the wild times that me and Sadako had back in the day when I first used the tape. And you know, Greg is a little freak, always up to try weird shit like whips and candle wax and…women. So he told me he might wanna give it a spin with me sometime soon.”

Mary just stared, dumbstruck. “But…what about…the curse? Hey, now that I think about it, how did you get out of it the first time you used it? Was I…?”

“No, no, no,” Ed shook his head. “Me and Greg have this forum, dedicated to cursed objects. It’s a whole community of people who love this kind of thing. Most cursed stuff has some kind of time limit associated with it, so people on the forum will send it to other interested members. We make sure everyone knows the exact time table they’re working with, and we just keep passing it back and forth between interested parties. And over time we slowly gain new members, just in case anybody leaves or…you know, whatever else. So, uh, what day is this for you?”

“Uh…it’s…day seven,” Mary admitted, looking away and rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Day seven?” Ed exclaimed, alarmed. “Well what the hell have you been doing all this time, Mary?”

“I’ve been trying!” She shouted back. “No one wants the damn cursed video tape! Who’da thunk?! Why didn’t you tell me about this forum of yours sooner?”

“I guess I never thought to!” Ed replied, just as agitated. “How come you didn’t think to call and ask me after like, day one?!”

Mary didn’t have a response to that. “Well, I guess I am fucking stupid.” She chuckled and shook her head.

“God, these women are going to be the death of me,” Ed exclaimed, half-joking. “Not talking about you of course, Sadako.” Sadako smiled and shrugged. “Mary, I love you, but please bring me the haunted tape so you don’t die today.”

And then she did because she also really didn’t want that to happen. When all the proper arrangements had been made, Ed and Greg were still over by the door. Sadako was the one to break the silence.

“Well,” She said. “Me and Mary were about to watch some old Family videos…”

“She means Japanese horror movies,” Mary injected.

“Would you like to join us?” The yurei offered.

“I guess I don’t have anything urgent I need to get done tonight,” Ed considered. “Greg?”

“I’m down for whatever.”

And so the four of them settled in on the couch for a Halloween horror movie marathon and a great time was had by all. Knowing that Sadako would be leaving with her friends, Mary asked at some point if she had a Facebook.

“Face…book?”

Ed reassured Mary that he’d help her figure it out. After it got late enough and the three had left, Mary closed the door behind them and collapsed back into the couch with an exhausted breath. Then she looked at the ceiling, then around the room, making that sort of popping noise with her lips like people do when they don’t know what to do next. Then, she decided. She stuck her arm under a cluster of pillows on the couch next to her and dug out her diary, the pen slotted into it by the clip on the back like a bookmark.

***

Nov 1st, 2011:

Dear Diary. I guess you cannot get rid of me that easy.