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Spells R US- The Ghost of Rhule Manor

By Alexander Kung

Can a spirit convince someone the value of life? After a bad string of bad luck, Jackson Browne felt he had nothing to live for. As he prepared to end his life, a chance encounter with the Spells r’ Us Wizard forces him to postpone. Will it be enough?

The Ghost of Rhule Manor

It was a cold and unforgiving night in February as the pure white snow tumbled from the dark sky. It was an eerily beautiful night St Valentines Eve, the kind of night when people cuddle in a warm bed making passionate love all night.

Jackson Brown laughed bitterly at the thought. Love was a gift for others but not for him

At 25 years old, he had had enough of life crapping all over him. In the past year it had seemed as if his whole world had been torn apart. Due to the bad economy, he was laid off from his well paying construction job. His fiancé coldly left him for his now ex best friend and to twist the knife even deeper, she was pregnant but not by him. Sadly it wasn’t long before his home was foreclosed on, leaving him out on the streets. That was the last straw; it was just too damn much.

“I don’t know what I ever did to have the universe hate me so much” Jackson sighed sadly “I tried to do everything right, I really did.”

As he crossed the Jefferson Street Bridge, he decided that tonight he’d just end it. It was a choice he didn’t take lightly but felt there was no other way. He truly felt that he had nothing to live for to why go on?

“Nobody will miss me” He said trying not to cry as he stepped over the rail, looking at the ice cold water below.

He was a 25 year old unemployed black man ready to leap to his death off a bridge. He chucked bitterly as he doubted that his death probably would barely be mentioned on the local news. As he loosened his grip on the railing, he closed his eyes as he prepared to jump….

“Not so fast, Jackson Browne” said a gruff voice as Jackson felt himself pulled to safety and landing on the hard cement walkway with a thud. Looking up he saw a peculiar looking man with in a bathrobe and bunny slippers. He had almost jolly Santa Claus look to him however at the moment there was a look of stern disappointment on his face.

“Who are you old man?” Jackson asked in irritation “How do you know my name?”

“Just someone enjoying his nightly walk. My little shop can be quite stuffy at times” smiled the old man with a mischievous glint in his eye “As for your other question… I know a lot about you Jackson Browne because I’m a wizard”

“Well, Merlin” scoffed Jackson as he started to go back over the railing “I didn’t ask for your help, so just go away and let me die in peace.”

“So you would just toss away the most precious of gifts because life didn’t turn out the way you wanted eh” said the wizard coming closer to the rail “I see it as such a waste”

“You don’t know what’s going on.” sobbed Jackson “I have nothing…absolutely nothing to live for”

“I know you’ve been through a lot son” said the wizard “But things will get better I promise. Just please come back over the rail”

Jackson wiped the tears from his eyes as he slowly came back over the rail, much to the older man’s relief. In a kind gentle grandfatherly way, he rested his hand on the young man shoulders and gave it a gentle comforting squeeze.

“How would you like a job?” said the wizard” i have an old property that needs to be renovated”

“If you would have asked 3 months ago” Jackson said softly “i would have jumped at the bid but i don’t have a work crew. I don’t even have the company or tools”

“The tools and living area are supplied” said the old man “Now do you want the job or don’t?”

“What’s the catch?” Jackson said suspiciously

“Only that you work hard and never think of this foolishness of taking your own life” said the old man kindly handing him a card. “When you’re done, come here for payment”

Nodding his head he took the key pausing to quickly look at it. It was an older key like what you’d see in the classic movies. Rhule manor? The abandoned mansion on the far side of town? Everybody knew that place. It was the towns Haunted mansion that everyone stayed clear of. Even the bravest squatters wouldn’t go near the place. They knew better.

But other choice did he have tonight? Sleep under a bridge in this cold ass weather, listen to 2 hours of fire and brimstone for a spot in a crowded shelter or spend the night in a so called haunted house

“Hey old man…” Jackson trailed off as the old man was nowhere to be seen

“What the hell?” thought Jackson walked in the direction of Rhule manor “what do I have to lose?”

Lindsay Rhule floated in the dark hallways of the place she called home for the past 60 or so years, Rhule Manor. It was a lonely existence aside from the occasional trespassing idiots from the local high school football team. She had to admit she took a peculiar sick joy in running people off her property in pretty inventive ways. She smiled gleefully a bit as remembered last Halloween. She had literally made one large burly boy piss his pants before jumping out the second floor window in fear. All she did was just slam a few cabinet doors and away they went. As run down as the place was it was her home, her sanctuary and she didn’t take kindly to trespassers or thieves

However, most of the time she spent her long days and nights alone in deep reflection of her life and the way she had ended it. It was a familiar story, a broken heart leading into being despondent for weeks before finally taking her life. Now a lost spirit unable to move on, she endlessly wandered the empty dilapidated and decrepit mansion, using the endless time to rethink the choices she made in her short life.

She was once a very famous Hollywood starlet back in the 1940’s but sadly as was the case with most stars of that era, her time came and went very quickly. As her career started to wind down, she finally accepted a marriage proposal from her long time off and on again boyfriend, the dashing actor Hugh Stewart.

Thinking he was the one who could truly understand and love her, she revealed her deepest darkest secret to him in the hopes he’d love her regardless. His response wasn’t what she expected it would be… not even close. His response was one of shock and disbelief. Slapping her across the face her across the face and wiping his mouth in disgust he left without looking back.

In the week that followed, she realized what a grave mistake she had made and found out just how much pull Hugh had in the picture business. As she expected, the engagement was off. But Hugh didn’t stop there, oh no, he made sure that her career was tarnished by getting her blackballed from any studio work in Hollywood. While her secret was safe, her reputation was tarnished by Hugh reporting her to the House Committee of Un-American Activities and labeling her a red commie sympathizer.

It wasn’t long before her so called Hollywood friends dropped her like a hot potato. Has-beens were not worth their time, especially a commie has-been

Her career was over; her so called friends had abandoned her, her reputation was shot to hell and any hope at a normal chance at love gone. It was all too much for someone like her, a naive 20 year old actress to take.

After a week in a depression, she took a whole bottle of sleeping pills. Looking back she kind of wished didn’t because it was such a painful way to go. The papers said she suffered for 5 days before she went.

Hugh Stewart was reported to be very distraught over her death. Perhaps out of guilt or more likely just taking advantage of the media hoopla,he played the part of the grieving ex boyfriend to the T. He was recorded to have said that he never believed the vicious untrue rumors of Lindsay. He said that she was a steadfast patriotic American and that while their whirlwind romance had soured, he had always loved her.

“Like hell he did!” she thought bitterly “The fucking bastard!”

As she floated across the entry way she heard the front door unlock and creak open. As a hand reached in hit a switch on the side of door the entry way was bathed in light for the first time in decades.

Even though she didn’t need to, she hid behind one of the large pillars as she paused to look at the intruder that had the audacity to just come barging into her home. She didn’t care much for trespassers and she hated thieves.

She noticed that he was a colored boy carrying a small rucksack over his shoulder. He didn’t seem like a burglar or a bum. And strangely he had a key. Still he was treading on her sanctuary and she didn’t like it.

Jackson couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Yeah it was a bit run down and dusty but from his construction background he knew the place had tons of potential. It wasn’t a cold museum like sprawling Manson but more of a cozy warm home. For a haunted house it seemed quite inviting.

“WOW” he said impressed at the art deco furniture wondering why it hadn’t been stolen

A small glimmer caught his eye as he opened a nearby collections case. It was caked with dust and if you weren’t looking for it one would assume it was just a ratty old cabinet. Wiping the dust away from the glass he couldn’t believe his eyes it was full of Faberge eggs.

Lindsay seethed a she took one out of the case studying it intensely. Of course, he was a lowlife thief intent on robbing her sanctuary blind. As she slowly grabbed a small statue from a nearby table to throw at him, he surprised her by gently blowing off the dust and putting it back sighing sadly.

Jackson was no fool, He knew that that egg was worth whole lot but he had his reasons for not taking it.

Walking up the stairs he hoped the house had some hot water, he could really use a shower. Maybe it would make him feel better but honestly he doubted it. Curious she floated after him wondering what he was up to. As he laid out his things on the bed in the master bedroom and took a shower, he felt like he was being watched. Other than the occasional cold chill which he dismissed as draft for the windows he dismissed it as an over active imagination

A slight modesty forbade her for peeking in on him; she did consider herself a lady after all. However his things were another mater and completely fair game. He didn’t have much other than a change of clothes, a stack of resumes, some food and a strange little machine with numbers on it.

As he came out of the bathroom she hid again even though she really didn’t need to since he couldn’t see her anyway but it was an old habit. She had never really looked at colored men during her life before but she had to admit that he cleaned up quite nicely. In fact he was an absolute drooly

She smiled as she took in the view liking what she saw. He was ruggedly handsome; His black hair cut short almost bald, arched yet masculine eyebrows and a chiseled jaw with just a bit of fuzz. He had changed into t-shirt and jeans but she could tell he was quite beefy as if he did a lot of manual labor and heavy lifting. She also noticed, kind of unnerving really, he had the saddest looking light brown eyes she had ever seen.

“Sorry old man” sighed Jackson as he picked up his phone “but I don’t think I can keep that promise. It’ll just be better if I just end it tonight”

Her eyes widened as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, did he say what she had thought he said? Was he going to kill himself?

“Like hell you are”

Hitting the voice mail on his now disconnected cell phone, he heard his fiancé’s last message to him

“*beep* Jackson honey, it’s not going to work out between us. You’re always working and leaving me alone,so while you were at work, I found someone new. I think you know him; he’s your best friend Daniel. Oh yeah, one more thing, I’m pregnant and it’s his. Sorry I had to break this to you like this but hey that’s life, right? See ya never! *beep*

As he played the message over and over, the sadness and depression overwhelmed him, using a bit of bed sheet he fashioned a crude noose attaching it to the banister on the second floor. He hoped it would hurt too much. As he jumped, the sheet ripped, sending him crashing to the bottom floor with a loud thud.

The next morning, he groaned in slight pain as he woke up on dusty floor of the mansion bruised but otherwise okay. Getting up he shuffled into the kitchen that was half done and opened the fridge which was surprisingly well stocked.

Lindsay floated after him curiously watching him as he ate alone nibbling at his food. There was a was sadness about him that she could just feel coming off in waves though he tried to cover it up as macho guys seem to always do. Still he was doing a poor job of it

After he finished his breakfast he went outside where there were tools and supplies under a slow covered tarp waiting for him. Throwing himself into his work, he started on the downstairs entry way. Lindsay smiled as she watched him so intense with his work.

“Whoa that’s weird” he said aloud as he felt a slight chill

It felt as if he was being watched but that was impossible, there was no such thing as ghost or haunted houses.

It had been close to a month since Jackson had started work at the manor. Still Lindsay found him a frustrating man. He was a beast of a hard worker during the day, working long 16 hour days. But at night he was still sad and suicidal. Though never fully making full contact with the guy she found herself quite attached to him. It was extremely hard to watch him listen to that retched machine every night

“Why are you such an Idiot!” she thought in frustration

Over the past month she had foiled his attempts by making the razor blades fly out of his hands when he tried to slit his wrists, she shorted out the power when he tried to electrocute himself, switched his aspirin with vitamin b.

The final straw was when he tried to jump off the balcony it took everything she had to keep him from landing hard on his head. But she had had enough and she intended to teach him a lesson

As Jackson sat up in confusion he felt an unseen force grab his ankles and proceed to drag him across the floor making sure to slam him into the walls, through the entry way, down a small flight of steps , through the kitchen and finally chucking him into a den.

The doors behind him locked as he was slammed hard into a nearby wall. As groaned and got to his feet, various small items in the room started flying at him. It wasn’t enough to do any permanent damage but enough to sting like hell.

“What the hell?” He gasped as he tried to protect himself from the flying projectiles

It was at that moment when an old grandfather clock started chiming, signaling that it was midnight. As the clock gonged, Jackson’s eyes widened as a strange fuzzy shape started to form in front of him. He had to rub them a few times as he could not believe what he was seeing.

As each time the bell tolled it started to get take shape a bit more and more until the final toll when the shape formed into an elegant and beautiful looking woman. However at the moment she wasn’t looking the least bit happy. In fact she looked pretty pissed holding a vase over her head.

“Are you a fucking nut?!?!” Lindsay screamed at him while trying to crown him with a old vase “Why would you even think that killing your self is a keen idea at all, much less diving off the top floor!?! I should brain you…. You dummy!”

“Uh……Who” said Jackson about ready to lose control of his bladder “What the hell are you?”

“I’m a ghost” she said seductively moving closer “BOO!”

Normally her presence would scare normal people. Maybe it was just shock but Jackson was more confused than scared. Quickly taking the vase from her and setting it down on a nearby table. He rubbed his eyes again, not believing what he was seeing

He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. She was the epitome of the elegant starlets of a bygone era dressed in a black tasteful evening gown. She had beautiful green eyes, soft peaches and cream skin, full cheekbones, sultry eyebrows and radiant wavy shoulder length reddish blonde hair styled in a peek a boo. In all honesty, she looked like an even sexier version of Veronica Lake, if that was even possible.

Still despite all of that, she was a ghost and that really made him uneasy. As he walked backward to the door, he didn’t take his eyes off of the strange floating girl. He watched enough horror movies about vengeful spirits and he wanted no part of this.

“Um, look I’m sorry for disturbing your rest or whatever but I think I’m just going to go” Jackson said as he jiggled the locked door.

She tilted her head in amusement a bit before floating closer to him, smiling softly he stiffened up in fear a bit.

“You’re a gas, you know that?” she giggled in a sexy voice “You try to bump yourself off for close to a month but now you’re just scared of little ol me? Don’t worry I won’t bite….much”

“What do you want?” Jackson said a bit more calmly but still very uncomfortable with the situation

“Well, to be quite honest I’m a bit lonely” she said batting her eyes at him “And since tonight is the Spring Equinox, do you know what that means?”

“You can balance eggs on end?”

“Very cute” she said with a playful glare “It means that a ghost can become flesh on these rare days.

“Um that’s very nice” Jackson said “I think I’m going to leave now. Have a nice equinox ”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that!”

“What?!?” said Jackson in utter shock trying to open the door but it wouldn’t give “You can’t keep me here! ”

“I can and I will” she smiled crossing her arms “When I’m a bit more bit more confident you won’t do yourself in, I’ll let you go. Until then you stay here”

“You have no right” Jackson growled “it’s my life and if I want to end it. I will”

“I have every right; you see this in MY house. I don’t appreciate you trespassing or trying to kill yourself in it” she glared right back at him “Let me tell you a little secret about suicide it’s, the pits! Now take a seat!”

“I’m fine!” said Jackson defiantly

“I SAID TAKE A FUCKING SEAT!” she yelled echoing through the room as windows vibrated

Jackson quickly took a seat at a nearby chess table. As he sat down he pulled his phone out of his pocket and accidently hit the voice mail. Lindsay cocked a curious eye bow as the last voice mail cut through the awkward silence

“*beep* Jackson honey, it’s not going to work out between us. You’re always working so while you were at work, I found someone new. I think you know him; he’s your best friend Daniel….”

As Lindsay heart dropped a bit in empathy as she saw Jackson’s face kind of delve a bit deeper into sadness. It was that same message he listen to every night. Without a second thought, she grabbed the machine and chucked it against the wall with all her might, smashing it into pieces.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t usually flip my lid like this” said Lindsay demurely as Jackson looked on speechless “But you don’t need to keep listening to that.

Walking gracefully over to the other side of the chess table she sat down crossing her long sexy legs. Jackson found despite his the fact that she was a ghost he couldn’t take her eyes off of her.

“I shouldn’t be so cross with you” she said brushing a stray hair behind her ear” I guess I’m a terrible hostess. The name is Lindsay. Lindsay Rhule. So what is your name, handsome?

“Jackson. Jackson Brown” he said kind of shyly embarrassed that she called him handsome “so what are you going to do with me?

“Do you play chess?” she asked sweetly

“I dabble” Jackson said softly

“How about a friendly game then” she said setting up the chess board “Lets wager….”

“Let me guess my everlasting soul right?” scoffed Jackson

“I’m a ghost , you stupid dolt” she said not amused “I’m not Ol Scratch, I don’t deal in souls.. But since you want to be a smartass, how about we wager your life”

“My life?” he asked in confusion

“Yes, your life” she said with an eerie smile “We play a game of chess. If you win I let you go and you can go kill yourself if that what you really want to do. But if I win you have to promise that you will never think of doing that again and ……

“and what?” said Jackson

“You stay with me until sunrise” she said in an almost whisper

“Well?“ she asked resting her chin on her well manicured fingers

“Don’t rush me I’m thinking” said Jackson looking intently at the chessboard

Man was she good, in less than ten minutes she had taken most of his pieces and saw though his feints, undermining his whole strategy .

“Tick Tock” she teased

“Fine” he said in frustration “Knight takes Bishop”

She smiled devilishly as she moved a single piece into place

“Checkmate! I win” she said with a smug look “Now are you going to be a man and keep your word?”

“Yeah” sighed Jackson in defeat “I promise”

“I’m glad” she smiled as she reset the board “Now I don’t have to keep stopping you anymore”

“that was you?”

“Of course it was silly” she smiled “Now if I should be so bold as to ask, why would you want to kill yourself anyway?”

“It’s a long pathetic story” said Jackson shamefully

“You know? There’s one thing a ghost has…” said Lindsay sadly while gently stroking his hand “and that is plenty of time, so tell me. Please?”

I don’t know even where to start” said Jackson

The beginning is a good place” she smiled

“Well I was raised that if you worked hard, did right by others and maybe you get what you want” said Jackson

“Things rarely work out that way” said Lindsay

“Tell me about it” said Jackson “I had had everything I wanted and then it all went to shit”

“The girl on the machine?”

“Yeah that pretty much started it” said Jackson “ I wanted to make sure that, my wife to be would never have to want for anything so I took on extra hours and more projects. I guess I neglected her too much, driving her into the arms of another man.

“That’s bullshit!“ she said as she poured herself and Jackson a glass of wine “You had to earn a living right?”

“I guess “said Jackson “Anyhoo, I got the dear john message that you heard and soon after my life spiraled out of control. I couldn’t concentrate on work and ended up getting laid off, without a job I soon lost my home. So I have nothing and nothing to really live for.

“You really define yourself by your possessions?” she asked sipping her wine

“Not really” said Jackson “I think I would be happy living in extremely modestly with very little,. I guess I wanted the same thing every other human being wants

“Yeah and what’s that?”she asked

“To be loved ” said honestly “I think that’s what hurt the most, I loved her and I don’t think she ever loved me. I was just a convenience until she found something better.

Lindsay stayed silent as she sipped her wine. Jackson found it odd that a ghost could drink but didn’t press it too mush as the whole night was just odd anyway. Still, he realized that he started to feel a bit better having someone who seemed to give a shit listening. Maybe that all he really needed in the first place. Someone to talk to that maybe understood. It’s fully how unchecked emotions could drive one to that dark place.

“So what about you?” said Jackson curiously “What’s your story?”

“Me?” she said uncomfortably “You don’t want to hear about that”

“Yeah” said Jackson looking into her pretty green eyes “I do”

“You’ll think I’m disgusting” she looked away sadly “I know you will”

“Do you bathe in dog shit?” asked Jackson with a smile

“What?!?!” she gasped in horror “ Eeeeeew! NO!”

“Then you’re not disgusting” said Jackson “So, tell me Please”

“Cute!” she playfully glared at him ”Even after all these years, it's still hard to talk about”

“You killed yourself didn’t you?” He asked

“Yes” she said matter of factly ”And I can tell you that it is a lonely existence afterward. That’s why I didn’t want you to go down that same path. Can you understand that?”

“Why?” he asked “why did you do it?”

“You really want to know don’t you?” She sniffed with a bitter look on her face “Fine don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

“Hey” he said “It’s okay”

“Well obviously my name isn’t Lindsay Rhule” she started

“The hell you say” smiled Jackson

“I was Born Taylor Andrews on a farm in South Carolina. My mom was distant and my Father an abusive drunk. So when I had a chance to escape I did. I took 34 bucks that I had saved and ran away.

“How old were you at the time?” Jackson asked taking a sip of wine

“I was 14” she said “And it was an adventure … at least for a little while. Until I made it to Los Angeles”

“14 years old!?!” Jackson Exclaimed “All Alone in Hollywood”

“It was tough and I was taken advantage of a lot. That is until I met my agent/manager Sara Stone. The first good person I had met in Hollywood, almost like a sister. She took me from the streets andchanged my life. She helped change me from a dirty little street urchin to one of the most desirable starlets in just under three years”

“It must have been wonderful for you”

“It was at least in the beginning.” she sighed “I had it all…. Money, fame and a wonderful man who loved me.. or so I thought”

“So what happened?” asked Jackson

“Well my career was winding down and I just wanted to live a normal life. Hugh Stewart was one of my many suitors. He was handsome, intelligent and sexy. He was everything I wanted in a man.

“But it wasn’t to be was it?” Jackson said “ Why?”

“I thought I could trust him with one of my deepest secrets” she sobbed a bit as started to cry “It was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. Even now I can still hear him retching in disgust and wiping his mouth. He slapped me for lying to him all those years that we had been dating. If that wasn’t bad enough he did everything in his power to ruin me. Ratted me out to the government calling me a commie. What funny, is I still don’t exactly know what a communist is. It was too much so i….I…

“hey, hey don’t cry” He said as he wiped her tears

“Thank you” she smiled weakly, enjoying his soft touch

“So what was the big secret?” asked Jackson “What was so bad that he would hate you so much”

“Like hell if I’m telling you!” she scoffed grabbing a bottle of wine “Just forget I said anything and have a drink with me

As she sipped her glass of wine she noticed that she could see the wheels turning in his eyes. He was so damn stubborn

“You not going to let it go are you?”

“No” said Jackson “I want to know

“Tough” she said defiantly

“How about another game then?” he said “I win you tell me, I lose and you don’t and I won’t ask again”

“Do you promise?”

“Yeah”

Lindsay scowled in frustration as he was better this time around. All her little tricks from last time weren’t working and the match was close to being a stalemate. She really didn’t want to tell him, she liked him. The last time she told someone it destroyed her and she didn’t want him hating her to. The best she could would be to try to appeal to him one last time

“Can we stop now please?”she asked softly “Please don’t make me tell you, okay?”

“I want to know” said Jackson “There’s no way I’ll think any less of you”

“You say that now..” she scoffed as her lip started to tremble “but you won’t mean it! You’ll just hate me too”

In a mix of defeat and frustration she toppled over her king signaling her surrender.

“Arrrrrrrgh!” she screamed as she tipped over the chess board

“Hey relax!” said Jackson as things started all flying over place

“Relax?!? Relax!?!” she cried as her mascara started to run down her cheeks” How can I even think of relaxing now? I told you to drop it, to just let it go but no you had to push it didn’t you…DIDN”T YOU!?”

“Look i…” Jackson started sincerely

“Shut up!” she growled rather meekly as she started to undress “You want to know my secret, huh? There! Have a good look!”

As her dress slid to the floor Jackson couldn’t help but stare while his jaw hit the floor. Her thin lithe body with creamy peaches and cream skin almost glowed in the moonlight, her small budding breasts with tiny pink nipples, her flat stomach and long slender legs. Between her legs was a rather average sized penis. She was a transgender?

“Still think of me the same way?” she said choking back tears “Do what he did! Tell me I’m disgusting, tell me how ugly I am, tell me what a no good queer faggot I am and then just buzz the fuck off”

“Hey I….”

“Yeah I’m a boy” she sobbed “even when I was little I knew I wasn’t like other boys. I just wish some could have loved me for me but it never happened.

Turning her back on him she started to really let the tears flow now; she waved her hand and unlocked the door slamming it open. Falling to her feet she curled up in a ball hiding her head in her kness

“There, you can go now!” she said between sobs “Just….Just get lost!

“Look i…”

“Are you deaf! I SAID GET OUT! Just go away!!”

Looking out the window at the unusual march falling snow, she heard his heavy steps walk away from her. She didn’t expect him to be any different, though a small part of her wanted him to be. But it was wishful thinking nobody could be attracted to someone like her. Her heart sank as she heard the door shut. She’d probably never see him again but maybe it was for the best.

She stiffened in surprise as she felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders.

“Hey” Jackson said gently “Look at me”

“No, I don’t want to” she said trembling in surprise “Why are you still here, anyway?

“Because I want to be” he said wrapping his arms around her “Beside I promised to keep you company till sunrise”

“You don’t have to anymore” she said struggling only for a moment “I said you can go”

“I’m a man that keeps his promises” he said warmly turning her around “Besides I can’t leave such a beautiful woman who saved my life so many times crying, now can i?

“But i…..” she said weakly as he wiped her mascara stained cheeks "I’m not a….girl”

“Oh really?” he interrupted running his fingers through her hair “I have to disagree”

“You…. You don’t think I’m disgusting?”

“No, Not at all” he said “I have to admit it’s was bit unexpected but….I think you’re perfect

With a half smile and a small twinkle in her eyes she decided to take a small risk. It was something she wanted to do from the first time she first laid eyes on him. Leaning in slowly, she gently pressed her lips against his. He didn’t fight her, much to her relief; In fact he returned it even more boldly. Breaking the kiss ever so gently, she felt for the first time in a long time genuinely happy.

“No fair” she said unbuttoning his shirt “You got to see me naked. So let me see you”

As she undressed him she had to smile just a bit. In her heyday this would have been quite scandalous, even more so than the revelation of her being born male. She could just see the headlines and radio announcements now. Lindsay Rhule found in flagrante delicto with a negro lover.

She really didn’t care what color he was. He was kind, sweet, non judgmental and yes while a bit shallow on her part; he was a deliciously handsome man. As she rubbed his beefy slightly hairy chest, she couldn’t help but taste his wonderful looking chocolate nipples. She giggled as she licked him all over as she unbuckled his jeans.

“Whoa” she gasped as she felt his warm hardness in her small hands

“Don’t tell me THAT rumor was around in your day?” said Jackson with a blush

“Ummm” she said shyly ”That rumor was always around”

Pushing him down on a nearby chaise lounge she moved on top of him, kissing him ravenously. She loved how their skin tones contrasted and yet matched so beautifully. Why couldn’t have she met him back then instead of Hugh. It would have been so much more wonderful and she would have been much happier.

“To hell with him” she thought as she felt his rough hands all over her body “I have someone better now”

Jackson couldn’t make sense of this crazy night but if he had to do it all again to get to this point he would. Earlier he just wanted to die and now all he wanted was Lindsay. He truly meant what he said about nothing being wrong with her. He had to admit it was his first time being with a transgendered woman but it didn’t bother him in the least. To him she was all nothing but a pure elegant woman

Grabbing her ass roughly, he flipped her over so that he was on top of her.

“I think I could fall madly in love with you” Jackson said between soft kisses

“Stop it you” she gasped “You’re making me blush with all your sappiness”

“I guess I’ll have to make you moan instead” he said with a smile

Licking and kissing her neck he worked his way down to her budding breasts. She gasped as he gently lapped and nibbled on her nipples. She giggled as she felt him kiss his way down to her belly he smiled devilishly as he swirled his tongue around her navel before going down even further….

“No…you don’t need to….”she gasped but it was too late “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

Closing her eyes she surrendered to the warm sucking feeling on her most hated body part. Her hips bucked and swayed as he licked and sucked. It wasn’t long before she felt the throbbing waves of pleasure from her cock and that all too familiar release. She moaned loudly while grasping at his head because it was just so much more intense now.

“You ..you didn’t have to do that” she gasped in satisfaction as she brought him up for a kiss “You didn’t have to kiss my ugly thing”

“There’s nothing ugly about you” he said gently while running his fingers through her hair “ I want to accept all of you. I guess it sounds stupid huh?”

“Not from you it doesn’t” she said tracing his face

Shoving him on his back she again took charge. Grasping his cock in her hands, she gulped a little bit as he was a bit bigger than what she was used to. Still she was no stranger to giving a little head herself; Hollywood wasn’t all diamonds and champagne. A blowjob here and there kept the naughty actors and producers from getting into her pants (and exposing her little secret)

Jackson gasped as she took him into her mouth. Her beautiful lust filled emerald eyes locked with his topaz colored ones as she sucked her cheeks in deeper, bobbing her head slowly and methodically. Gripping into his hips, she licked his shaft from the base to the tip thoroughly enjoying his gasps of pleasure.

“Anymore and I’m gonna burst”

“Oh no you don’t!” she smiled while pulling her mouth off with an audible POP ”I never got the chance to do this. So I’m going to saver every moment. I hope you don’t mind

“Not at all” he smiled “I love a woman who takes her time”
She rubbed and caressed him all over as she seductively worked her way back up, taking her time to lick every bit of her dark skinned lover before arriving at his wonderful delicious tasting lips.

“I could kiss you forever” she thought wistfully

“Me too” Jackson said softly ”

“Will you” she asked shyly “make love to me?”

“I hoped you would ask me that”

“Just please be gentle” she said “I never did this before”

Lindsay moaned softly as she felt Jackson’s hands all over her body rubbing warm oil into her skin. She closed her eyes wistfully as he started to kiss her neck while massaging her breasts.

“MMMMMMMM” she sighed “This feels soooo good”

She yelped slightly as he slid a slick oiled finger in her ass. She gasped as he slid it in and out before feeling another finger as he stroked her hardening cock. Tilting her head she pulled her lover into a French kiss, feeling very wonderfully naughty as she did so.

“Are you ready for this” he asked

“yes” she whispered “ but I’m scared ”

“I’ll be gentle” he said kissing her forehead “I promise

Bending over on all fours she could help but wiggle her ass at him. What did the call this position again? Doggy-something? The anticipation was just unbearable as he teased her gently, bringing his cock to her ass then slowly taking it away. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he entered her.

She gritted her teeth as she felt his throbbing hardness slide into her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to deal with the pain; she was scared of this it just hurt so much. Hearing her whimper Jackson leaned down and held her tight

“I’m so sorry” he said “l don’t want to hurt you anymore”

“No…I’m okay” she said “I…I want this….I need this..please”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure honey” she said sighing feeling the pain subside “Just finish popping my cherry”

As she felt his rough calloused hands on her hips, the pain slowly melted into pure pleasure. Her eyes glazed over in unbridled lust as she surrendered to the euphoric feeling. Feeling him just ravish her body and just enjoying every single thrust was just pure heaven

He pulled out, turned her over and gently entered her again. It was a lot easier this time around as far less painful. She had to admit she liked this one a bit better as she wrapped her long legs around him.

“Sorry for making you cry” he said wiping her tears

“Then make it up to me” she said licking her lips

She smiled as she ran her hands over his beefy chest and wonderful broad shoulders. Biting her lip she fought the urge close her eyes in ecstasy as she felt him grind into her. He was so good. She wanted more and more.

She dug her nails into his back as she felt his strong hand wrap around her cock, stroking it firmly. She started to breathe a harder and stiffen up, she was almost there.Pulling him for a deep kiss she made sure they’d cum to together.

It was one of the most amazing sensations she had ever felt

~0~
As a small fire roared in the fire place, the pair of lovers cuddled on the chaise lounge fully enjoying the afterglow. They didn’t even bother getting dressed, instead enjoying the romantic intimacy that only skin to skin contact could bring. She cuddled close while he played with her hair

“Thank you, Jackson” she whispered as she nuzzled closer

“I think I should be thanking you” he said

“For what?”

“For not letting me kill myself and…”

“And what?”

“Sharing yourself with me” he said kissing her sweetly on the lips

She propped herself on her elbow and traced his chest as she smiled. Looking into is kind eyes she wished things could be so much different.

“Did you mean it?” she asked shyly “or was it just pillow talk?”

“Mean what?”

“About falling in love with me”

“Yeah, I meant it” he said “it’s hard not to”

As the sky started to turn colors, signaling sunrise, her heart sank a bit. It was almost time

“I have to go away soon” she said sadly

“What, why?” Jackson asked

“It comes with being a ghost” she said

“Will I see you again?” Jackson asked hopefully

“I don’t think so. I think it might be finally time for me to move on” she said with her lip trembling cuddling closer “If it was up to me I’d stay with you forever”

She started to tear up a little bit as she felt his arms wrap around her. It was true she had to go soon but it seemed kind of cruel. Both of them walking in sadness for, so long and then giving then just a single night of happiness. It didn’t seem fair.

“Can I at least stay with you like this until you have to go?” he asked sadly

“You mean fall asleep in each other’s arms?”

“Yeah?” he said “I mean unless you don’t want to”

“I’d like that very much” she said getting comfortable in the arms of her lover

A small tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes. She didn’t need to sleep of course but she enjoyed the feeling too much. Why did it have to end so soon? I just wasn’t fair!

“Lindsay?”

“Yeah?”

“For whatever its worth to you, I think Hugh was a fucking idiot. I wish I could have married you”

“The same goes for your fiancé; she’s didn’t know what she had. I wish I could have married you too”

“Really?”

“mmmmmmmmmmm hummmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned

From beneath the pile of clothes the ruby on the key ring started to glow dimly, unnoticed by the two lovers

As the morning sun rose Lindsay smiled sadly as she looked at Jackson for the last time. She caressed his cheek as he slept. Last night was so wonderful. Setting down a Faberge egg , with a note she prepared to move on. However, as an afterthought, a mischievous grin appeared on her face as she decided on one last thing to remind him of her

“Goodbye handsome” she whispered softly into his ear as she faded away

Jackson awoke a few hours later to an empty den.

“Lindsay?!” he called out but there was no answer

Sighing sadly he got dressed and gathered his things. Last night seemed so surreal it had to be a dream.

“Yeah that’s it just had to be a dream” he thought

That is until he looked into the mirror. On his neck was a rather large hicky.

“That little shit!” He chuckled as he finished getting dressed.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a beautiful ruby red Faberge egg sitting on top a delicately folded letter.

Dear Jackson,

As I write this letter i feel my time here ending and preparing to finally move on. I cannot express how much last night has meant to me. For the longest time I felt like an unholy freak undeserving of being loved and you proved me wrong. If there is such a thing as true love in first sight, I felt it with you.

You’re a good man Jackson and if things were different I would have been delighted to be yours forever. Still I’m holding you to your promise you made to me. I learned too late that life is indeed worth living and there’s always a light in the deepest darkness. Last night you were mine.

I want you to have something to help you get your life back together, this egg. It’s worth enough to get you back on your feet

I love you
Lindsay

Sighing sadly he packed the egg, along with his other meager belongings his rucksack. As he looked around the finished house he had mixed feelings. It seemed so drab, lonely and empty now. Sighing he locked the front door and headed for the nearby mall.

During his trek there he couldn’t help but let his thought wander back on Lindsay. She had gave him something that he had thought he lost, his will to live. He had at least hoped she had found some measure of peace. He would keep his promise and just live day by day and hopefully things will get better.

As he made into the mall indeed he looked for the shop on the card. Opening the wooden door he walked in amazed at all the old dusty stuff. At the counter was a very busty blonde girl yelling at the old man behind it before finally losing her patience and storming past Jackson and slamming the door behind her. As the old man gazed on the young man a small wry smile formed on his face

“Mr Browne” said the wizard” Your early”

“Hey merlin!” said Jackson softly” Yeah I got finished early”

“I take that you took time to reflect on your foolishness?”

“You…you could say that” said Jackson with a blush handing him back his key

“Funny I don’t remember giving you a key with a black gem I could have sworn it was red’ said the old man “No matter, I’m sure that it’s insignificant”

“ Probably” said Jackson

“Well I guess you’re here for your pay” said the wizard

“Well before we get to that I have something for you” said Jackson reaching into his rucksack and pulling the egg out “This was found in your house”

Even though Lindsay had given it to him and he would have loved to keep it, it wasn’t his to take. The house belonged to the old man

“Honest to a fault Jackson Browne” smiled the old man “I’ve been wanting this for my collection for quite some time now”

Reaching under the counter he handed the young man a cashier’s check

“For all your hard work!” said the old man

“Thank you” Jackson said walking out

“Hey” said the old man tossing him a key“I believe this is yours too”

“Isnt this to key to Rhule manor?” asked Jackson “Old man?”

As he looked up, he found himself outside facing a brick wall. Looking back down at his hands he noticed that he has a check, a set of keys and deed to the property.

“What the hell?”

While he appreciated that he had a place to live, Jackson dreaded going back to the manor as what really was the point. Lindsay was gone and the place was going to be empty and lonely without her

As he reached the gate he noticed a few construction trucks leaving the property. One of them slowed down and the driver popped his head out the window.

“Hey boss man” said the driver “The boys and I got the roofing done. Check it out its beautiful”

“I appreciate it boys” said Jackson not exactly knowing why “Tack on an extra $200 and take tomorrow off. We should be getting that county bid in a couple of days”

“See this is why I like working for this mother fucker” smiled the driver “Take it easy boss”

As the trucks drove off Jackson was very confused.

“Okay that was just weird”

As he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, he felt two sharp jabs in his both sides of his ribs causing him to flinch and jump.

“You scaredy cat” said a familiar sultry voice

Turning around, Jackson's jaw dropped as there was Lindsay dressed in jeans and a t shirt in the flesh so to speak.

“Lindsay….What …How? “ Jackson gasped

“I don’t know how” she said “I thought I was moving on and the next thing I know I’m waking up in a different part of the house”

“It doesn’t make any sense” he said “I mean your real, right?”

“See for yourself” she said as grabbed his hand and pressed it to her cheek “I’m alive”

He was speechless as he felt her warm skin, this was all too surreal

“Not only that” she said showing her ring finger “You might want to look at yours”
Looking at his hand he noticed a thin gold band, a wedding ring looking back at her he smiled. Does that mean what he thought it meant?

“So you don’t have a problem being married to me?” she asked gently

“Are you kidding me? Get over here!” he said as he kissed her and picked her up off her feet “How about you?”

“Do you even have to ask?” she said with a smile “What do you think, should we should christen the house?”

“I don’t know “smiled Jackson “Do you think you can keep up with me, there’s a lot of rooms?”

“I do” she said licking her lips seductively “Let’s start with the den”

~O~

The old man looked on from the bridge at the large manor on the hill satisfied that he could at least save one soul. Jackson was a rarity in this world, a good honest young man who got dealt a bad hand in life. Had he had kept the egg and lied about it well he would have joined the ranks of his many transformed bimbos.

He had not anticipated that outcome with Lindsay but who was he to argue and interfere with their happiness. Better for her to be as she was than a troublesome ghost who violently guarded her earthly possessions

As he cleaned the egg and added it to his collection he smiled as he truly wished the two of them well

Jackson would find himself the owner of a small but profitable construction company. Lindsay would find herself in Hollywood once again, this time as a screenwriter. There would be some trying times but their love and devotion to each other would always work itself out

Waving his hand he turned the black gem back to its red color. It was a simple wishing stone he had picked up long ago. He was wise to not tell the boy what it was, les he do something stupid like wish he was dead .But he could have never expected it to grant the same wish by two different souls

He was right though, things do get better….

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