by Gia Blue
Digging through the drawer, I quickly reinserted the black light bulb and turned the switch. There they were, standing at the foot of the bed trying to talk to me. Frustration had me searching the room when suddenly I had an idea. If they could physically remove my clothes, they might be able to manipulate other solid matter. Diving into the back of my closet, I found an old chalkboard and half-empty box of chalk and put them on the dresser top. Quickly setting it up I asked if they could use it to communicate with me. One of them reached for the chalk and seemed to concentrate intensely. I watched as she managed to maneuver it to the board. Amazed at the sight I watched as she started to write. Slowly the chalk moved across the surface and writing began to form.
“Samantha. Sister - Serena.”
So they were sisters, I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.
“Why, have you followed me home?” I asked. Watching closely I saw that Samantha’s ability to write was becoming stronger. Her intense focus was driving the chalk smoother and quicker.
“Help us.”
“Help you do what?”
“Release us.”
“How? Why are you trapped here?” I watched her ghostly hands as they continued writing. She appeared to be tiring.
“Murdered – by father. Bones – Christian burial.”
Shocked I sat there reading the brief words and looking up I caught the expressions of sadness and regret on their faces. My mind was rapidly processing the information they had given and I wondered if that was why they had chosen me to bestow their favors on. Embarrassed by the idea that they had used sex in an effort to bribe me I decided not to embarrass them further by asking. I had so many questions to ask but only spoke one.
“Do you need to use my life energy to communicate, to function?”
They silently looked at each other and looking back at me, nodded their head.
“Has the strong emotions that we experienced in the last two days helped?”
Nodding their heads quickly again, I began to see what was happening. Strong emotions must generate a lot of energy that they can use to try to communicate.
“So sex must be a good one?”
They nodded their head again in confirmation.
“What emotions are the strongest?”
Samantha moved to the board and began to write, “Fear – Hate – Lust.”
Seeing the words in writing sent chills down my back. Realization struck, concerning Brian. Turning to them abruptly I saw them looking at me with suddenly closed expressions.
“So, for my friend Brian, you chose fear. That’s why he wouldn’t tell me any of the details and right now, I really don’t want to know what happened. However, when I came to the house you chose lust. Why?”
Samantha and Serena looked at one another, and as I watched, tears began to fall down their faces. They leaned into each other and embraced as if their hearts were going to break. Watching them I realized that I didn’t need to know the reason, what I needed to do was help them.
“I’ll help,” I said quietly. “You don’t have anything to worry about, I give you my word I will find your remains and arrange for a Christian burial.”
They moved towards me as one and I felt petal soft arms and the gentle fragrance of Lavender surround me. Awkwardly standing between them I could only wonder how I was going to do it. Obviously, serious research was in order.
“Son, there’s a phone call for you,” my mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Coming,” I shouted back, and with those words, they faded from sight.
Chapter 4
After speaking with Tania about meeting later for dinner, I decided to head down to the local county courthouse to find more information on the haunted house. Sitting in the records room, I poured over the available information and was amazed at how much data I could gather about the house and property. Since the house was very old, the information wasn’t listed in the computer database or even in the huge record books. I ended up in the equipment room going through the photographic images that had been transferred onto microfilm reels. Comparing the original plans for the home with all the changes that had been made throughout the years, I was able to notice several discrepancies in the floor plans.
According to the ghosts, it had been over seventy years since their father murdered them. Looking at the changes to the floor plans, I figured that their bodies must be hidden somewhere in the house. Packing up my notes, I decided to head back to the house and wasn’t surprised when they appeared before me as I had set up the dark light in the sitting room. Expecting them to be waiting for me when I showed up, I’d brought my blackboard and easel, to communicate with them. I asked if they had any idea where their bodies might be.
Samantha wrote, ‘Don’t know.’
“So tell me where you first appeared in this house?” I asked.
Looking at each other they both agreed.
‘Sitting Room’ she wrote.
Nodding my head, I recalled the horror stories I’d read and films that I had seen and knew from these and other sources that bodies had been found behind brick walls, and under floorboards.
“Is there anything in this room, that wasn’t here when you were alive?”
Once again, they conferred with each other before pointing to the fireplace and the back wall.
“Well, that’s as good a place to start as any other.”
Staring at the back wall, I studied it carefully and decided it appeared too modern. The electrical switches were a dead giveaway as they looked new. Checking my notes, I figured that the renovations had been done by the last tenant. However, after looking at the plans again, I decided that the fireplace was the obvious place to start as the mantel, while in good condition, was showing the signs of use and the bricks in the back of the fireplace were held in place by mortar that was obviously older.
Taking my crowbar and hammer out of the bag, I began to hit the back of the fireplace and managed to loosen the mortar on a few of the bricks. I continued tapping and managed to loosen a few bricks to the extent that I was able to pull several to the floor. Poking the crowbar in I discovered that there appeared to be an open space behind the bricks so I ran for the flashlight to see if I could peer into the opening.
The light pierced the darkness and after moving my eyes closer to the hole, I discovered what appeared to be a smaller room just beyond. After a good half-hour, I’d managed to make a large enough opening for me to enter. Taking a last look back at the disappearing ghosts I poked the flashlight through sheets of cobwebs and slowly stood up in silence.
Moving the light around the perimeter of the small room, I could see that it contained no windows. No overhead light fixture was on the ceiling but taking a quick look around the walls, I noticed that the wallpaper was an exact match to what the living room still had hanging. There didn’t appear to be any furniture in the room and as I swung the light into the corner, I noticed what appeared to be a small cot. Looking off to the side there appeared to be a mound of clothes, no wait, was that a shoe I wondered.
I was right; blocked by the metal frame cot and bedding, there appeared to be remains slumped in a heap on the floor. Of course, the bodies were mere skeletons now, but looking at the remnants of cloth that clung to the bones it appeared that it was the correct time-period. I shuddered, closed my eyes and began to back up to the entrance hole that I had created. I needed to catch my breath for the stale dusty air was making it difficult to breathe. Here, now, seeing the evidence before me I felt a crushing sadness at what had happened and all that had been lost. I stood there praying, too late to prevent what happened; my only hope was that their deaths were swift. Gathering my self-control, I managed a deep breath and slowly moved forward.
I heard scratching sounds and thought that the rodents must have been disturbed in the hidden area when I had entered. Peering forward and lighting the way with my flashlight I caught my breath upon seeing what appeared to be their entwined ar
ms wrapped around each other, it looked as if they were seeking comfort from one another in their last moments. Looking closer at the area surrounding the bones I saw no plates or cups, nothing to signify that they had any type of food or water in their confinement. Only a pool of what looked like melted wax sat atop a wooden box crate.
My thoughts were creating a litany of horrible scenarios as I stood there and the images running through my head were only broken when I turned to discover a large journal that was yellow with age lying off to the side against the wall. Carefully stepping forward I observed that the leather binding appeared to be in good condition, so carefully picking it up, I turned to leave and crawled out of the tomb their father must have created for them. Pulling myself upright, I swiftly looked to see if the ghosts were still there but they were gone and there was nothing but silence. I moved to the window to get a breath of fresh air and turning sat down on the settee, broke down and cried. Then after composing myself, I started to read.
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“October 15 – Father has brought good news, his business is to expand and he wants us to pack, we are going to Chicago. My sister and I are very excited.”
* * *
Glancing through the journal, page by page, it went on much the same for the most part, with the trivial day-to-day activities of two young women. Most concerns were arrangements dealing with the housekeeper and their attempts to select foods and stuff from the local shops that their father selected. Few visitors called, it seemed that their father did not entertain family or friends. The highlights of their days seemed to be the occasional outings to the bookstores; their father seemed to encourage their pursuit of learning and knowledge. Occasional mentions were made of the elderly gardener who took care of the major tasks of caring for the grounds and planting the selection of flowers that the young women had made. No mention was made of a governess or widowed female relation that was in residence. Apparently, the father deemed it sufficient that they had each other for companionship and the housekeeper in attendance to keep an eye on their doings. Halfway through the book, it abruptly took a turn, as the handwriting seem to become more informal and hurried in its intent.
“July 31 – My sister and I had a most amazing day. Our father introduced us to a young man who appeared at our door early this morning. It turned out that he was our father’s new apprentice. He was a most handsome young man in his early twenties who spoke to us as if we were royalty. We were both taken aback when our father told us he had a business meeting and would return later that morning. Father showed the apprentice to his work area in the library and instructed him on what he expected him to review and study until he returned. As father left the house, he requested that we be at the apprentice’s disposal until he returned. We were at first shocked, as we had never been left alone in a strange male’s presence before. Serena and I were both happy at the possibility of perhaps speaking with someone on our own, especially a young man.
Patiently waiting for an opportunity to speak with him, we decided to have morning tea in the Sitting Room. We first became aware of his presence in the doorway when he made a harrumphing noise in his throat to alert us to his presence. Inviting him to join us seemed the perfect chance to know him better and we invited him to take tea with us and have a seat. He politely bowed and entered the room, then chose to sit between us on the settee. As I poured tea and Serena offered cakes and biscuits, we began to relax and converse as if we were old friends. He proceeded to charm us with his wit and kindness and answered our many questions about his family and friends. As I sat and watched, my sister Serena seemed completely captivated by his presence. Her smiles and laughter drew his growing perusal and his manner became more and more relaxed.
I must admit that I was a bit green with envy that she had managed to capture his attention so completely, so I decided to try to draw back his attention to myself. I surreptitiously unfastened a couple of buttons at the top of my blouse, which I knew would reveal the skin of my throat. As he turned to include me in their conversation, I watched as his eyes widened at the sight of my pale neck before him. Feeling a sudden blush blossom on my cheeks I couldn’t help but be excited as his eyes seemed riveted to the exposed skin. Suddenly with my heart aflutter, I leaned forward to offer more tea and he was rewarded with a hint of revealed cleavage. I happened to look past him and saw my sister’s expression.
Instead of being angry at my attempt to ensnare his attention, she simply smiled and took the initiative, by placing her hand gently onto his leg just above his knee, in an effort to lure his focus back to her. Her eyes measured mine and began to sparkle with real mischief. Glancing back and forth between us, he carried on talking but we could see he was getting red under the collar at the sudden unabashed attention he was receiving. Glancing down I started with surprise when I clearly saw a bulge appear in his trousers. While I was naïve, I knew the facts of life and it seemed a bit strange as I watched how he fidgeted in his seat, while trying to hide the evidence of his arousal.
Quickly glancing up I saw that my sister had noticed as well, because as I watched in fascination, she moved her hand slightly up his leg, nearer to his crotch. I gazed on in wonder as he seemingly turned as still as a statue, frozen in place. I couldn’t determine by the look on his face what he was going to do, the play of emotions across his face were a revelation. Suddenly, it looked like he was ready to bolt, when my sister followed up by gently placing her fingertips onto his stiff cock.
You could hear his audible gulp and his eyes swiveled wildly back and forth between the two of us. He did not fight, or push her away; in fact, he sat there still as a statue while her fingers traced his member its full length and breadth. The air was heavy with tension as I watched her fingers slip to the very tip of his member to massage it tentatively. I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me.
I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained in one of the books, our discussions of male and female relationships became quite heated. I couldn’t believe that the reproduction of the species was hinged upon what the book referred to as intercourse. My Serena, being a year older, had the firm belief that the information must be true, but seemed to believe that the pictures used in the book were exaggerated. Her scientific sensibilities refused to believe that the male body resembled the illustrations listed.
Seeing the look in her eyes, I knew what she was going to do before she did it. I reeled in horror and fascination as I looked down to see her fingers slowly but surely unbuttoning his trousers while he sat there shaking like a leaf. Comprehension suddenly dawned on me that he, being a lowly apprentice, would surely be in trouble no matter what course of action he took. If he made a move to stop his employer’s daughter we could very well complain that he was the instigator. If he tried to join in and was rebuffed he’d still be labeled as the problem. Sitting frozen seemed his best solution I reasoned, as I awaited further developments.
I didn’t need to watch her hands to know when she touched him intimately. If possible, he stiffened even more completely and seemed to hold his breath in disbelief before his mouth parted in a gasp.
Looking down I saw that his member was free from its clothing and jutting outward from his body. Tendrils of black curls were thick at the base of a length of flesh that seemed grotesquely large in its bloated state. I watched as her tiny fingers tried to encircle its width but fell miserably short.
My ears became filled by the gasps of heavy breath
ing from the man held in place by a set of inquisitive fingers that ran the length and breadth of her fascination. Clear drops of fluid were now seeping from what appeared to be a slit at the knobby piece of flesh at the end. Looking up at his face once more I saw that his eyes were closed but his mouth was wide open and his tongue was licking at what appeared to be parched lips.
I watched in awe as her thumb swirled the knobby top to distribute the slippery fluid over its end and around the ridge. His gasps were now turning to moans as he shifted back and forth in place on the settee as if being tortured. It suddenly seemed like a switch was thrown when he finally stood up and started to undress, first revealing his muscular upper torso and then finishing the job by letting his pants completely down. We were shocked to discover that when completely naked his cock and the heavy balls beneath not only surpassed the illustrations that we had been privy to but greatly exceeded them beyond our wildest imaginations.
We both stared in fascination, as it appeared to be at least eight inches long, maybe more, but the thickness was the astounding part, it was nearly the size of my wrist. His male piece seemed to stand at attention under our continued gaze. We stared at it for some time before becoming equally aroused by the situation, and once again, my sister took the initiative to place her two hands around it to manipulate the skin that covered it. Moving it back and forth, she completely revealed the entire large bell shaped end and slipped her one hand up to squeeze the throbbing tip.
I had finally gotten over the shock at what was occurring and definitely decided to join in with my own explorations. I placed my hand tentatively under his ball sack and began to lift them gently with my fingertips. They were surrounded by errant black strands of hair with an occasional curly lock here and there and as I ran my inquisitive fingers over and under them, they seemed to harden and lift up into my hands. I adored the sensation of cupping them. I was also spellbound by what my own body was feeling as I touched him intimately.
