The Night Ghost
For the record: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are at least 18 years of age!
A huge thanks to my editor RFFAST for his work fixing all my errors.
We lived in a modest apartment building built towards the end of the soviet era. My Father remembered how hard it was to live under their rules and didn’t want us to have to feel the same restrictions. I had just left school, and my Brother Antin was a year older, working at a machine shop. Dad worked on a small farm just on the outskirts of our town, and Mom helped out at the local kindergarten.
We sat down for a meal and watched the news, full of footage of Russia doing “War Games” near the border. We were on the fourth floor of the ugliest concrete block apartment the world had ever seen. It didn’t even have a balcony, but it would have only faced the second most hideous apartment block as its view anyway.
I was looking out the window at an angle so at least I could see the horizon when I saw flashes in the distance. “Dad, what’s going on up north?” I asked, as we heard a high-pitched squeal.
There was a flash of light, and the floor buckled under our feet. Antin took two strides towards me and hit me in the stomach with his shoulder driving us both into the corner as the floor fell away. Parts of the roof and walls were falling past us in the darkness, with pieces hitting me on the legs.
Smoke filled the air, and water began spraying from the broken pipes sticking out from the roof as Antin started to move the pieces of rubble off our bodies. “Are you hurt?” He asked, as we scanned around in the dark.
“Where are Mom and Dad?” I yelled back, about to move until pain shot through my foot.
We both looked down over the edge of what had been our lounge room floor until a few moments ago. Now it was a void, a vast hole that went all the way to the ground. I looked over to the other side of the apartment, hoping they might have somehow made safe ground. There was nothing but the rear wall and a sheer drop to the ground.
Antin stood and looked over the edge, but the smoke and fire below us blocked any vision. I started to stand beside him, only to crumple to the ground. “Nina, let me lift you.” He said, as he hooked his arm under my knees and around my back.
Antin kicked at the wall behind us where it had broken in a few places, it fell away and he ducked through the gap into Mrs. Koval’s apartment. There was no one there, and most of their ceiling was hanging down into the room. “We need to check on Mom and Dad.” I said again into Antin’s chest, but I knew the answer already.
“We will search for them when we get to the ground.” He said, as he carried me through the door.
Out in the hallway, we were blocked from turning left because there was no floor on that side. I assumed the center stairwell was gone, so we headed the other way. Antin kicked and shouldered his way to the far end stairs. We came across more bleeding neighbors halfway, but they were all backed up in the stairwell.
“Shit, the last flight of stairs are gone.” I heard from somewhere below us.
“There is no other way.” Antin yelled, into the smoke.
He put me down and slipped past the others to the top of the last step. “I will swing them down. It’s only a few feet.” he said, to someone below.
Ten minutes later, I slipped next to Antin, who was sweating profusely with the strain of swinging each person down to some men below. I sat beside him and took his hand. He lifted me easily with his strong arms lowering me to the men below. I looked back as I hobbled away from the stairwell to see him swinging from the rail and dropping onto some rubble.
He put my arm over his shoulder and helped me to the front of the building, and already there were bodies on the footpath covered with sheets or blankets. “I need to see.” I cried, as Antin blocked my view, but I already knew from Mom’s dress and Dad’s shoes, who lay side by side at the end of the row.
“You don’t need to see shit, Nina.” He said, as he held me back. “That’s not the last memory of them they would want you to have.”
I sobbed into his chest, pounding for him to let me go, but his arms around me were the only things holding me together.
We could hear and see rockets and shells flying over our heads, even in the dust and smoke. Antin put my arm back over his shoulder and turned us away from our building, heading south and away from whatever was approaching. We knew farmers on the south side of town, and I quickly surmised that was where we were heading.
We got to a small farm, and the building was dark. Antin pounded on the door, but no one answered. He pounded again, then stepped back and kicked in the door. The house was still warm, and the fireplace was still glowing as Antin found a bandage and some cream to cover the wound on my ankle.
“What next?” I asked, as he put my boot back on.
“There is an old fallout shelter at the Magosa Escort next farm. It was leftover from the cold war.”
“What about food and water?”
“There is plenty of water in the well close by if we need it. I can probably catch or shoot enough to feed us if I can find a gun.”
“I don’t think a gun is a good idea.”
“Do you want to move east?” He asked, as he opened the cupboard and threw some cans of food in a bag.
“This is our home.”
“Not anymore. It just became part of Russia.”
“No, they are just walking on it for the moment.”
“Let’s go. It sounds like the shells are getting closer.”
He put my arm over his shoulder again, and we went out the back door, leaving it open because the flimsy wood wouldn’t keep the tanks out anyway. Antin knew where he was going even in the darkness, following the fences along the edge of the farms as we crept along the tree line to stay out of sight.
It was almost dawn, and the sky was beginning to brighten when Antin pointed to a small mound in the trees. I would have walked right past it if he hadn’t pointed at the rusty trapdoor on the side. I sat in the grass while Antin kicked at the rusted latch that had frozen shut over the decades since it was opened last. He was making too much noise for my liking, but on the fourth kick, the latch turned upright and he was able to wiggle it open.
He lifted the door and propped it up with a stick while pointing a small flashlight down into the darkness. I watched as he disappeared into the hole, and after a few seconds, the light faded as well. Minutes passed and not even a sound, then even more time without a sign. The spookiness of the forest around me sent a chill up my spine. “This will do.” Antin said, and I jumped to my feet.
“Where have you been?” I grumbled as I tried to get my heart rate back to normal.
“I was checking out our new home.”
“You scared the shit out of me.” I said, as I slapped him on the shoulder before realizing he was still bleeding from that arm. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” He said, as he put my arm over his other shoulder and led me to the ladder.
I felt my way down each rung until I stepped onto the floor. The sound of crunching making me regret following Antin down here. He turned on the flashlight to reveal that it wasn’t insects that my imagination had made out, but dried leaves from vines making their way through cracks around the lid.
“Down here, it’s dry and not as dusty.”
I followed him to another small room, and he threw down his backpack and spread out his jacket. We sat on it and leaned against the wall, my head dropping to his shoulder, and I was asleep in moments.
I awoke as Antin moved, trying to get some blood back into his arm, where I had been resting on it all night. I looked at his face, and even in the dull light, I could tell he had been crying. The sadness washed over me, and I clung to him, sobbing into his chest.
“What do you think happened?” I asked.
“The Russians came across the border.”
“But why?”
“They want this land back as part of the USSR.”
“Can they do that?”
“Who is going to stop them?”
“Our army.”
“We have ten percent of their forces, at best.”
“Then what are we going to do? Mom and Dad are gone?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“We will set up down here and wait for our army to beat the cunt’s back over the border.” He said, his jaw and fists clenched.
“But that might be months or years.”
“We can do it. I will look in the old barns and farmhouses. I know where they all are in this forest.”
“They will find us and come down here.”
“There are tunnels leading off in all directions. I can cover this trapdoor and work out a way, so the other entrances have traps to hurt anyone who tries to come in.”
“Have you been up all night thinking about this?”
“It was all day, and it will be dark soon. I will be able to go out and see what I can find.”
“I’ll come too.” I said, trying to stand.
“That foot needs rest.” He said, as he watched me hobble over to the edge near the ladder.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to pee.”
“You will have to do it in the other corner or hold on for another hour.”
“I can’t hold on for that long.” I whined, and he nodded to the far corner of the bunker.
I hobbled to the corner and pulled down my jeans, squatting and doing a quick wee. I glanced back at Antin, who was looking at my ass, only to jerk his head away when I turned my head. Another hour later, night fell outside. Antin poked his head out of the bunker, and I followed him for some air. “Stay inside as much as you can. I will be back by dawn or when I can’t carry anymore.” He said, and crept off into the darkness.
I spent the rest of a restless night listening out for Antin but only hearing the distant pounding of war. It was getting very light outside when I heard someone lifting the cover and throwing down bundles. Then Kıbrıs Escort Antin’s boots stepped onto the first rung of the ladder.
“I was getting worried.”
“The Russians are still to the north.” Antin said, and I noticed a gun in his hand.
“It was in one of the farmhouses. I can shoot rabbits.” He said, when he saw me staring at it.
“If you get caught with a gun, they might shoot you.”
“I get that. I’ll hide it in one of the tunnels.”
That’s when the broad smile broke out on his face, and he opened one of the bundles and held up a lantern. “Fuel lanterns, they burn for hours on a bit of fuel.” Then pulled another older one from the pile of blankets.
“What about food?”
“I found plenty, but it was too heavy to bring it all this time. I hid it under the floor and will collect it over a few nights.”
“I can help you. My foot is getting better.”
It took a few days to gather all the food and bedding we could get from the houses nearby. We found some cookers that used the same fuel as the lanterns, and we also stocked up on that fuel. The next few weeks were spent digging out the tunnels and hiding the entrances and covering the steel door with dirt, and placing moss all over the top so it looked like it had been there for years.
I think Antin had been watching too many war movies because at the bottom of the entrance to each tunnel, he put a ditch with wooden spikes that, if you didn’t spread your hands to the sides, would fall into and puncture your hands and arms.
“That’s brutal.”
“It will let us know they are coming so we can scoot out another tunnel.”
When darkness fell, we went out again. I followed Antin to a house further away than we had been before. It took longer than expected because we had to give a Russian camp a wide berth and quickly searched for anything we could carry. I struck gold when I found an old phone that could charge from the small solar charger we had hidden high in a tree. The cable passed down the hollow trunk and into one of the tunnels.
We weaved our way back to the bunker as the sky became too bright, and we had to crawl the last hundred yards on our stomachs. I dropped into the tunnel as Antin took one last look around and then followed me in. When I got to the bottom of the first slope, I spread my hands and feet to the very edge onto some boards on the dirt and straddled the spikes.
I plugged in the phone and prayed it would charge during the day. We ate quickly and rolled out the bedding, and I stripped off most of my clothes and climbed under the covers. I watched from the blankets as Antin took off his clothes and turned out the lantern before crawling in beside me. My pussy ached for me to touch it, but I dared not touch myself with Antin beside me. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep with visions of Antin’s beautiful torso floating across my mind.
That evening I watched Antin getting dressed for our nightly exploration. Then I remembered the phone, jumped up, and ran to the tin it sat on. I held in the button on the side, hoping beyond hope that it would light up. Then the screen flashed and went black, dashing my hopes in a second. Then another flash and the logo shone like a beacon of loveliness on the screen.
“Shit, it worked.” Antin said, as we both stared at the screen and waited to see if the no sim signal would disappear.
Another miracle as the 3G flashed up, but no bars were showing. I knew we would not have any under the ground, but I hoped some would be when we got above ground. “You go out tonight, I want to find out how the war is going.” I said, and thought I might be able to get a little girl alone time for myself.
“Take a blanket and cover yourself up. That phone screen will be like a spotlight out in the forest.” Antin said, as he ate his dinner before picking up his backpack and heading down one of the tunnels.
Once it was dark and I was sure there was no one around, I took a thick blanket and covered myself at one of the tunnel entrances to see if I got any signals. I turned on the phone, and within a few seconds, two bars flashed up. I opened a browser, and I saw the carnage across my country within a few moments. I checked on the socials for news about friends and family, but they thought we had died with Mom and Dad. I felt like We should remain dead for the moment at least.
I washed myself in a bucket that was under a spring-fed leak in a wall. The water was cold, but I needed to feel clean, so I could play with myself before Antin got back. I dried my body, then lay on top of the blankets and traced my fingers over my nipples, making them stand to attention. I spread my legs wide, strumming my clit as I felt my juices trickling from between my pussy lips.
I ran my fingertips through the clear liquid and used it to circle my clit. I diddled my engorged love button, dipping my fingers into my juices, then strumming some more. I was soon arching my back off the floor as my climax Lefkoşa Escort rushed upon me. I plunged two fingers into my opening as far as my maidenhead would let me. I clamped my thighs around my hand as I shuddered through several seconds of my orgasm.
“What did you find out?” Antin asked, when he came bursting out of one tunnel to find me heating a can of beans.
“They are at the edge of the capital. We are well behind the Russian lines.”
“I figured, the fighting sounds like it’s to the east and south of us.”
“Everyone thinks we are dead.”
“That’s probably for the best.” Antin answered, as he took his plate.
“They are calling the Russians Orcs.”
“Like Lord of the Rings?”
“Yep, stories are coming out about tortures and rapes.”
I could see Antin’s jaw clench at my news, but there was nothing we could do about it. The next few nights we went out, Antin carried the old rifle. We spotted artillery and tanks in the tree lines but didn’t have a way to tell our side where they were. We gathered food and other supplies we needed but left the Russians alone.
I was behind Antin another week later. Our hair was long, and clothes were becoming more shabby by this time. Suddenly Antin stopped, and I bumped into his back, dropping to a crouch in the long grass. He pointed to some figures tracking across the forest in front of us, but they were not in Russian uniforms. The leader stopped and looked our way raising his ak74 to his shoulder.
“We are not Russian.” Antin said, but he didn’t drop his guard.
“Drop the rifle.” he said in a hushed voice.
Antin put the rifle against a tree and walked to the four-person team.
“Are you after the tanks?” Antin asked, nodding at the rockets two of them carried.
“You have some information?”
“Dug in behind the next set of trees. Two B72’s and an armored personnel carrier of some sort. There are about fourteen men in total. Is it just you four?” Antin said, and the commander pointed the gun at the ground.
“Yep, we will hit one or two of the tanks and head back while we have darkness. Do you have any more information on their positions?”
“Artillery about three clicks north and three dug-in positions, but they keep moving every few days.” Antin said, as he looked at the brave men in awe.
“Do you have a phone?” I asked, and one of the younger guys nodded.
He quickly gave me his number, and they disappeared into the trees. We took off back to our bunker, knowing this would cause a commotion. Sure enough, we heard two rockets hitting something. Then the sky lit up in a fireball as the ammunition cooked off inside the burning hulls.
When we were safe I used google earth to find satellite images of the fields around us, and Antin could pinpoint the last location of the cannons and the dug-in Orc soldiers. I sent it to the number and asked if they were all alright. I got thanks back with word of one injured but only a flesh wound.
I took off my clothes and began to wash, pulling aside my panties and giving Antin a little show. He was my only excitement each day, and wakening with his morning hard-on against my bottom was affecting me more than I expected. I glanced through my hair and could see his eyes fixed on my body as I washed under my arms and across my bare breasts.
I stood, wiping myself, dropped my panties to the floor, and slipped into the blankets. Antin still had an erection in his shorts when he slipped in beside me. “You know you are driving me crazy.”
“Yep. but I don’t have anyone else to tease.”
He didn’t say anymore, but I woke up with his hard-on pressed into my ass with only his shorts separating us. When I moved, he pulled away and mumbled an apology, but he didn’t need to because I enjoyed every minute. We ate, and as soon as it was dark, we headed out to check the traps for any rabbits. We got close enough to see the burnt-out tank and the other one with a damaged track abandoned where they were. Antin wanted to look closer, but I wouldn’t let him.
The following day, as we crept back into the tunnel, we heard the explosions towards the positions we had supplied. The next night, we surveyed the broken Artillery pieces and smoldering supply trucks from a distance. We listened to the pounding of more close artillery, this time Russian, and the next day, we found three of the old farmhouses nearby blown to hell.
“Do they know someone is giving away their position?” I asked, that morning as we settled under the blankets.
“They can’t really know. I have seen drones from both sides flying over the area. I think they are just making sure someone isn’t living in the buildings and spying on them.”
It was cold comfort because we risked everything every time we left the bunker. Antin often asked me to stay behind, as he was quieter by himself. This night I was close to the first tunnel near the edge of a field when a bright flare exploded over my head. I stood frozen, shaking badly as I was exposed to anyone who might want to look. The light dimmed after what seemed an eternity and fell into the field.
“Don’t move!” I heard in Russian, and I slowly put up my hands.
“I’m not a soldier.” I said, in my own language trying to throw off that I knew Russian quite well as Dad had taught us.