She paused when she passed the basement door, remembering Helen’s story. By ghosts, you know?” said Helen. Milf sex John’s hands moved to the hooks of her bra, and she let them. Just friends. “None of this stuff is really scary. The boy standing there looked frightened too. She’d missed more than half of the first semester, of course, because of the hospital stay, and that was time she’d never get back. Breathe, she told herself, come on and breathe. “I can’t believe I never thought of it before. It’s Halloween, so one of those nutso devil worshipers broke in here and planned to murder this poor girl as a ritual sacrifice. Tomorrow’s Halloween and there’s no way I’m staying here. Once the door was shut and she heard his footsteps down the stairs she waited for her heart to stop fluttering. It was cooler than she’d thought it would be. “I’d love to be that scared. I just get these panic attacks sometimes, and when I do I have to slow down.
