Connor and Megan have known each other since they were little children in grade school. They had always known that they would end up dating and, as teenagers, were already planning their Wedding. The only obstacle in their path to happiness was their parents. Both had been raised strict Irish Catholic and the teens’ parents forbade them from dating anyone until they were 18 years old. Megan turned 18 in late September and Connor in late October. On the night of Connor’s 18th birthday, the two teens stole away to the old deserted house at the end of the street. As children, they would sneak in and explore the house, making up stories of ghosts and monsters to try and scare each other. As teens, they would sneak in and make out, never yet “Going all the Way.” Now, as “Adults” in their minds, it would be the perfect place to consummate their Love for each other. The teens crept up the stairs to one of the few bedrooms that still had a bed in it. This was the place of their most passionate make out sessions. They lit candles and lay down on the bed together, slowly removing each other’s clothing. Their hands and mouths explored each other totally for the first time. In their passion, they both failed to notice the faint blue glow surrounding them. Connor felt it first, a slight chill breeze on his balls. At first he thought it was just a draft from a cracked window, until he felt the pressure of the ice cold hands massaging his balls and cock. Jumping off the bed, Connor whipped his head around to find want had grabbed him. As he peered around the room, he felt the same ice cold, vise like grip on his pecker. Materializing in front of him was a beautiful, translucent nude woman staring straight into his eyes. As she stroked him, she smiled and blew him a kiss. Transfixed as Connor was, he didn’t see what was happening on the bed with Megan. As Connor was feeling the cold grip on his manhood, Megan felt a similar sensation, but this was on her arms and ankles. Someone or something was underneath her, lifting her up. Megan’s arms were held fast so she could not move them and her legs were being lifted and spread. She could feel the cold beneath her as if she were lying on a sheet of ice. She then felt pressure on her asshole. It seemed like someone was forcing a giant icicle into her rectum. Now she felt her legs being spread even farther apart and another icicle jamming into her pussy. A spectral face and body of a man appeared in front of her. He gazed down at her serenely as he rammed his ghostly cock into her, moving her up and down on the one in her ass. That night, October 19th 2012, the night of Connor’s 18th birthday, was the last time either of the teens were seen again. The police scoured the neighborhood and surrounding area for eighteen days, ending the search on November 5th. They never found any trace of them. It is now believed that they two youths ran away to be with each other, but nobody knows for certain. The house is still there and little children and teens still go in to explore it, and each other. On certain nights, in the only bedroom that still has a bed in it; a chill breeze blows and moans of pleasure can be heard, if you listen carefully.