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The Case of the Red Eyed Ghost

Chapter 1: Daphne Finds Clues

By Lesleyinheels

Daphne sat in her Abnormal Psychology class listening to the professor lecture. He was talking about abnormal versus normal, and he stated that our idea of normality changes depending upon the circumstances.

"What person sees as 'Abnormal' or 'Abherrent' another sees as perfectly normal.

For instance, 50 years ago, men going out dressed as women would have been seen as completely Abnormal, but nowadays, clubs are designed just for the crossdressers and transgender society.

A woman going into a dangerous neighborhood dressed provocatively might be seen as 'asking for trouble'.

One who constantly goes into dangerous situations dressed inappropriately for danger, for instance, might be seen as gullible or stupid if she does so deliberately time after time knowing she may be putting herself at risk, particularly if she has been put into peril before."

Daphne stopped writing. She looked up. He was looking directly at her. "Miss Blake, for instance, we know from the newspaper articles as been kidnapped dozens upon dozens of times. Each time, she is wearing the same purple minidress and pretty purple pumps with high-heels and little dainty bows", he made a motion with his thumb and forefinger.

Other students looked her way. All of them were grinning and snickering. "That seems abnormal to us, that after the first time she was kidnapped, she would continue to go into danger looking so innocent and vulnerable. I mean, if I were a kidnapper and the other women were dressed like factory workers or long-shoremen, and I had the choice of kidnapping a pretty redhead in a short dress and high-heels, who has ZERO chance of outrunning me and looks like an easy mark, I'd kidnap Miss Blake, too".

Everyone laughed at that. Daphne picked up her books and walked out. "Don't go away angry, Miss Blake!" he called after her. "I was merely making a point....not humiliating you deliberately".

"I was merely saying that at some point, what seems abnormal to one person becomes quite normal to another. You appear to have lost your fear of being kidnapped and now you feel comfortable in your role as the damsel in distress to the point that you look forward to helplessness.....that other women may try to avoid."

Daphne said not a word, but walked out.

*********************************

At nine pm, Daphne was getting ready for bed. The professor's words still played in her head. Did she deliberately go looking for trouble, dressed as the perfect 'damsel-in-distress'?

It was true that she no longer was afraid of being captured....but did she long for it?

She remembered situations where the racing of her heart....the swish of her pantyhose in the darkness, the tap-tap-tap of her high-heels on the hard floor tiles in a dark deserted corridor excited her.

Imagining the bad guys lurking out there with rope........

She had to stop, it was happening again. Her phone buzzed.

"I'm sorry about today", the text said. "This is Professor Morgan. I didn't mean to embarass you. If you're free tonight, I'd like to share the story of 'The Red-Eyed Ghost' with you.

"Please come at once.....alone....don't tell anyone about this text. You'll find a taxi waiting outside your building", he texted.

"OMG", Daphne said aloud as she looked out her window. There WAS a taxi out there.

She slipped outside in her bathrobe, with a towel over her hair, she stuck her head in the open window of the cab. "Who are you waiting on?" she asked the driver, hoping he was waiting on another fare.

"I dunno", he said. "Some guy sent me here, paid double my entire fare and told me to wait on some red-head chick in a purple dress. You got a purple dress on under that bathrobe, sweetheart?" he asked.

"No", Daphne licked her lips. "But I'll be back. Can you wait twenty minutes?"

"For what?" he asked.

"I'll see if I can find her for you", she said. "I'm pretty good at solving mysteries".

Daphne returned twenty minutes later, a small clutch purse with a flashlight inside it draped over her right wrist.

"Tweeeeeeeeeet whewwwwwwwww", the cab driver whistled when she got in.

"Now just where are you goin' lookin' so hot, precious?" the cab driver asked.

"I guess that's up to you", she said. "I'm just along for the ride."

"OK", he said. "It's your funeral".

"I hope not literally", she muttered as he pulled away.

**************************

The cab pulled up in front of some university housing. She saw the professor's antique sportscar out front.

"Is that the one", Daphne pointed.
"Yep, 320", the driver said. "You don't owe me a thing, sweetheart, my tip is gettin' to watch you walk up those steps......MMMmmmmm", he said.

"Thanks", she muttered, getting out. "I'm glad you like what you see", she said.

****************************

Daphne knocked. No answer. She tried the doorbell. Again, nothing. She turned the knob. Of course the door opened!

She walked inside and tried the switch. Nothing. No lights. Apparently the electricity had been turned off. Did anyone really live here? It seemed deserted, like a fully furnished uninhabited apartment.

Her high-heeled footsteps echoed as she walked through the empty home. She flicked on her flashlight, but before she could find the breaker box, she found the table laid out in the den.

A coil of rope, some folded pieces of cloth, a bottle of choroform, a roll of duct-tape.......and a video camera.

"Cute", she said. "I suppose you're trying to prove your point, Professor?" she said aloud into the seemingly empty house.

"I'm wearing my kidnap-me dress and heels", she said into the room. "Just like you said.....

I suppose that seeing your little kidnap kit, I'm supposed to go all weak in the knees?"

No answer, not a sound. The house was empty. Perhaps the video camera was running. Daphne kept talking just in case.

"I suppose the thought of being......TIED-up.....is supposed to make me.....dripping wet......right now", she smirked.

"Well, if you wanna find out just how WET I am....you'll have to check my panties yourself", she said. "When you come to......TIE me up".

A muffled mewling came from the next room.

Daphne realized she was no longer alone. She walked in, flashlight in hand and there were two women she'd never seen before....stripped down to their panties, bra and heels......bound and gagged.

"Oh my goodness", she said, relief and embarassment flooding through her at the same moment.

"I thought the trap was set for me!" she said, pretending to be relieved.

"For once, I'm glad to see that someone else got caught instead of me!"

Description
The Case of the Red Eyed Ghost

Chapter 1: Daphne Finds Clues

By Lesleyinheels

Daphne sat in her Abnormal Psychology class listening to the professor lecture. He was talking about abnormal versus normal, and he stated that our idea of normality changes depending upon the circumstances.

"What person sees as 'Abnormal' or 'Abherrent' another sees as perfectly normal.

For instance, 50 years ago, men going out dressed as women would have been seen as completely Abnormal, but nowadays, clubs are designed just for the crossdressers and transgender society.

A woman going into a dangerous neighborhood dressed provocatively might be seen as 'asking for trouble'.

One who constantly goes into dangerous situations dressed inappropriately for danger, for instance, might be seen as gullible or stupid if she does so deliberately time after time knowing she may be putting herself at risk, particularly if she has been put into peril before."

Daphne stopped writing. She looked up. He was looking directly at her. "Miss Blake, for instance, we know from the newspaper articles as been kidnapped dozens upon dozens of times. Each time, she is wearing the same purple minidress and pretty purple pumps with high-heels and little dainty bows", he made a motion with his thumb and forefinger.

Other students looked her way. All of them were grinning and snickering. "That seems abnormal to us, that after the first time she was kidnapped, she would continue to go into danger looking so innocent and vulnerable. I mean, if I were a kidnapper and the other women were dressed like factory workers or long-shoremen, and I had the choice of kidnapping a pretty redhead in a short dress and high-heels, who has ZERO chance of outrunning me and looks like an easy mark, I'd kidnap Miss Blake, too".

Everyone laughed at that. Daphne picked up her books and walked out. "Don't go away angry, Miss Blake!" he called after her. "I was merely making a point....not humiliating you deliberately".

"I was merely saying that at some point, what seems abnormal to one person becomes quite normal to another. You appear to have lost your fear of being kidnapped and now you feel comfortable in your role as the damsel in distress to the point that you look forward to helplessness.....that other women may try to avoid."

Daphne said not a word, but walked out.

*********************************

At nine pm, Daphne was getting ready for bed. The professor's words still played in her head. Did she deliberately go looking for trouble, dressed as the perfect 'damsel-in-distress'?

It was true that she no longer was afraid of being captured....but did she long for it?

She remembered situations where the racing of her heart....the swish of her pantyhose in the darkness, the tap-tap-tap of her high-heels on the hard floor tiles in a dark deserted corridor excited her.

Imagining the bad guys lurking out there with rope........

She had to stop, it was happening again. Her phone buzzed.

"I'm sorry about today", the text said. "This is Professor Morgan. I didn't mean to embarass you. If you're free tonight, I'd like to share the story of 'The Red-Eyed Ghost' with you.

"Please come at once.....alone....don't tell anyone about this text. You'll find a taxi waiting outside your building", he texted.

"OMG", Daphne said aloud as she looked out her window. There WAS a taxi out there.

She slipped outside in her bathrobe, with a towel over her hair, she stuck her head in the open window of the cab. "Who are you waiting on?" she asked the driver, hoping he was waiting on another fare.

"I dunno", he said. "Some guy sent me here, paid double my entire fare and told me to wait on some red-head chick in a purple dress. You got a purple dress on under that bathrobe, sweetheart?" he asked.

"No", Daphne licked her lips. "But I'll be back. Can you wait twenty minutes?"

"For what?" he asked.

"I'll see if I can find her for you", she said. "I'm pretty good at solving mysteries".

Daphne returned twenty minutes later, a small clutch purse with a flashlight inside it draped over her right wrist.

"Tweeeeeeeeeet whewwwwwwwww", the cab driver whistled when she got in.

"Now just where are you goin' lookin' so hot, precious?" the cab driver asked.

"I guess that's up to you", she said. "I'm just along for the ride."

"OK", he said. "It's your funeral".

"I hope not literally", she muttered as he pulled away.

**************************

The cab pulled up in front of some university housing. She saw the professor's antique sportscar out front.

"Is that the one", Daphne pointed.
"Yep, 320", the driver said. "You don't owe me a thing, sweetheart, my tip is gettin' to watch you walk up those steps......MMMmmmmm", he said.

"Thanks", she muttered, getting out. "I'm glad you like what you see", she said.

****************************

Daphne knocked. No answer. She tried the doorbell. Again, nothing. She turned the knob. Of course the door opened!

She walked inside and tried the switch. Nothing. No lights. Apparently the electricity had been turned off. Did anyone really live here? It seemed deserted, like a fully furnished uninhabited apartment.

Her high-heeled footsteps echoed as she walked through the empty home. She flicked on her flashlight, but before she could find the breaker box, she found the table laid out in the den.

A coil of rope, some folded pieces of cloth, a bottle of choroform, a roll of duct-tape.......and a video camera.

"Cute", she said. "I suppose you're trying to prove your point, Professor?" she said aloud into the seemingly empty house.

"I'm wearing my kidnap-me dress and heels", she said into the room. "Just like you said.....

I suppose that seeing your little kidnap kit, I'm supposed to go all weak in the knees?"

No answer, not a sound. The house was empty. Perhaps the video camera was running. Daphne kept talking just in case.

"I suppose the thought of being......TIED-up.....is supposed to make me.....dripping wet......right now", she smirked.

"Well, if you wanna find out just how WET I am....you'll have to check my panties yourself", she said. "When you come to......TIE me up".

A muffled mewling came from the next room.

Daphne realized she was no longer alone. She walked in, flashlight in hand and there were two women she'd never seen before....stripped down to their panties, bra and heels......bound and gagged.

"Oh my goodness", she said, relief and embarassment flooding through her at the same moment.

"I thought the trap was set for me!" she said, pretending to be relieved.

"For once, I'm glad to see that someone else got caught instead of me!"