Halloween week is about to end. Like I promised, here’s my contribution of a horror story as part of the Halloween Week we’re celebrating on the Perfectly Imperfect Bunch Blog.
Be warned though, apart from the scares, the story has a fair bit of adult content in it. Reader discretion is advised. Also, this a pure work of fiction and the views expressed herein are not synonymous with my own views in any way.
Most people have some bad habits. Some pick their noses. Some chew their fingernails down to the skin. Some pick at their pimples. I had one too.
I used to spy on women changing clothes.
I don’t know how I developed this habit, or why. I wasn’t particularly sex-crazed or sex-starved. I was a normal guy, who had a string of steady girlfriends who I was active with. Maybe it was because I had accidentally stumbled on my cousin changing her clothes when I was twelve. Obviously, she hadn’t noticed. My first reaction on seeing her was – embarrassment. So I hurried out of the room. But then I reasoned with myself that I would have to be embarrassed if I got caught, not otherwise. There was also the pull of novelty. I’d never seen anyone in just their skin before, in real life. So I went back, opened the door to a…
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