Free on Amazon - Jessica by Laura DeLuca


Wilbur was used to going to his college formals alone. He thought the Halloween Ball would be no different. He’s amazed when a beautiful girl in a Victorian costume displays an interest in him and even more amazed to find himself alone with her on one of the campus nature trails.

What Wilbur doesn’t realize is that another woman has her eye on him too. The White Lady returns every Halloween to take revenge on the men of the campus for her brutal murder. She has chosen Wilbur as her next victim.


As he scanned the room, Wilbur’s eyes fell upon a young girl dressed in a beautiful nineteenth century gown. She was standing alone on the other side of the refreshment table, tapping her foot to the beat of the music. He couldn’t help but admire the detail of her elaborate costume. She wore a long white dress, trimmed with soft blue lace, and topped off with a high ruffled collar. The bell sleeves came down to her elbows, and while the gown was certainly the modest garb of the old world, it still managed to accentuate her perfect curves. Even her hair was done in the style of the times, with the masses of russet curls piled on top on her head in a loose bun and just a few perfect ringlets dangling down on the side. The costume looked so natural on her; she could have stepped right out of a Victorian painting.

Wilbur was so enchanted by her unique beauty that he couldn’t stop staring. Eventually, she turned in his direction, as though she felt him watching her. When their eyes caught, he blushed furiously and instantly lowered his gaze. He expected her to sneer and turn away in disgust, like every other girl who had ever caught him gawking at them. But instead, she smiled and started to glide toward him. Her creamy white skin seemed almost transparent in the glow of the spinning strobe lights, but as she approached, her features became more distinguished. Wilbur could make out a sweet, heart shaped face, a small button nose, and the greenest emerald eyes he had ever seen.

“Hello.” She practically had to yell to be heard over the blaring music. “My name’s Jessica. What’s yours?”

Wilbur felt his knees start to buckle, and his mouth fell open in unrepressed shock. He actually turned his head to see if there was someone standing behind him because he was certain that she couldn’t be talking to him. As he turned, his glasses slipped down his nose, and when he tried to push them black in place, he accidentally slapped himself in the forehead. His cheeks burned, and he waited for the beautiful woman to laugh and walk away. He was amazed when she didn’t.

“You’re cute.” She giggled and placed a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder. “So, are you going to answer my question? Or don’t you have name?”

 “Wil…Wil…Wilbur,” he finally managed to stutter. He turned an even brighter shade of red when he felt something harden between his legs, and wondered if the protrusion was obvious to Jessica.

“Well, Wil…Wil…Wilbur,” she teased. “Would you like to dance with a lonely co-ed who couldn’t get a date?”

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