Violated by the Ghost

The entity had slept for some ninety years and recognised nothing of his old stamping ground in the London Docklands. He hungered for what he had sought all his life: female flesh. Inside a block of flats he found plenty to satisfy his need.

Extract:

He did not have far to go. A woman slept. The band of gold around her finger marked her as the property of another man – his favourite kind of victim. She was no mere girl he decided as he examined her. Probably in her mid-thirties, but she was so well maintained and very, very pretty. The woman slept on her front and so he eased the bedcovers down to expose the length of her body. She wore an odd nightgown, made of silk or some such material. He stroked the woman’s rounded buttocks through the material and heard her release a light sigh in her sleep.