Ominous Tales
Blake Everstone
This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Between the Lines Publishing
St Paul, MN
OMINOUS TALES. Copyright © 2017 by Blake Everstone. All rights reserved.
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Dedicated to my twin, Stephany. You’ve always been there for me through my darkest hours.
Table of Contents
Ebony and Scarlet
Emma’s Being Watched
Victim
My Angels
Ominous Yellow
Nymph
Grey Misty Stone
The Ghost Within My Dementia
Broken Mirrors
Journal to the Unborn
Ebony and Scarlet
Shiny poison, sexual cannibal, vile, small monstrosity
Ebony and Scarlet
Crimson hourglass figure, heinous murderer
Bewitching web, wicked venom
Ebony and Scarlet
Octa crawl, nefarious lurk, silk atrocity, multi-eye
Ebony and Scarlet
Deceptive copulation, tormenting bite, scandalous
Female villain, shadow shelter, self-made widow
Latrodectus
Ebony and Scarlet
Emma’s Being Watched
Oliva runs her tongue up, around and in the belly button of this fine female specimen. Her smell is so intoxicating. What is her name? Dammit, I’ve already forgotten her name. It’s of no consequence to Oliva. This is merely a moment, one that won’t be repeated. One night stands give Oliva an intoxicating thrill. She works at conquering as many women as she can, a job she enjoys. She takes pride in the fact that she can take any woman into ecstasy and make her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Every single flower of woman looks, reacts, smells and tastes different. Finding a name to call her, she whispers, “Mmm, baby girl, you smell delicious.”
Oliva’s pawn for the night, as she calls them in her game of female conquest, moans. Electricity surges through Olivia deep into her soul. That’s it, beautiful. Your body is begging, but I want to hear it. Sucking gently over her sweet small bush and lightly rubbing her chin over her swollen clit, she says, “Tell me what you want, baby girl.” The woman moans. Olivia stops, demanding her reward, “Tell me what you want.”
Brown eyes peer down, pleading. Finally, she meeks out, “Go down on me, please.”
“What? I didn’t catch that.” Olive teases. She keeps her own desire to devour this delicacy in check. Oliva spent considerable effort in getting this pawn into bed, she wasn’t about to let her off so easily. Besides, Oliva discovered over time, the more effort put into achieving surrender, the more exciting the game.
“Please, Olivia, I need you. Go down on me, please.”
Olivia smiles at the victory. Slipping both arms under and around Baby Girl’s hips, Olivia grabs them, aggressively pulling the fragrant flower towards her ravenous mouth. Another smile as supple thighs drop further apart. Rubbing her nose into the already flow of juice, she reaches the desired sector of this enticing rose. Teasingly, she circles her tongue around and around as it rises to an even more swollen state. Then comes the trick as Olivia likes to refer to it. She presses her tongue firmly on it as she slides a finger into her hole finding her g-spot. Working her magic, the pawn arches her back. Her body starts trembling uncontrollably. It is the most amazing high to Olivia, one she can never get enough of. Her mind daydreams of it all day. This one jolt of electricity is what Olivia lives for.
“Cum for me baby girl!”
The woman tightens her legs around Olivia’s head, grabs her hair, convulsing as she moves her hips up and down on Olivia’s tongue. I may suffocate, but damn what a way to go. Her prey explodes with sweet nectar, screaming out Olivia’s name. It is a high pitch noise that sends Olivia into the most awesome high she’s had in weeks. With muscles still jerking she starts pushing Olivia away but Olivia continues to hold onto her hips. “One more, just one more baby girl,” She purrs. The second explosion happens within minutes.
Olivia moves up and sweetly kisses her prize on the cheek before rising from the bed.
“Where are you going?” baby girl asks as she’s trying desperately to catch her breath.
“I’ve got to work tomorrow, baby. I got to get home and get some sleep or I’m going to be a walking zombie tomorrow.”
Her beautiful browns eyes look up at Olivia, “Will you call me tomorrow?”
Not gonna happen, baby girl. Olivia flashes her sexiest smiles, “Sure sweetheart.” This woman will never see Olivia again. Olivia displays a halfcocked smile as she leaves the hotel room. You won’t forget me anytime soon.
Driving away from the hotel, her mind drifts to the one prize Olivia just can’t seem to claim, Emma. For Olivia, the denial only serves to make lovely Emma even more enticing. Emma is a good girl, a modest dresser, humble not realizing how beautiful she is and has been Olivia’s obsession for a lifetime. Olivia started attending Emma’s church, just to be near her, calculating her plot to seduce this unattainable morsel. Emma had never acknowledged her presence. “I will have her,” Olivia swears over the radio.
Chapter 2
“Hi Jake. I need to order some more postcards and I guess I’ll go ahead and order 500 more business cards too.” Emma says to the husky man behind the service desk. “Could you work on the art for the postcards, I’d like to change it up some. Maybe a catchy phrase or something, you’re so good at that.” Emma is a real estate agent. She has long blonde hair, blue eyes and what some would refer to as overweight. She has low self-esteem because of it, but is at the weight most men find attractive. It is the images on magazines of the elite that make women think that they are only attractive, if they are a stick figure with fake breasts. She doesn’t realize how her black pinstripe suit, red shell and tall black heels accentuate her natural curves. Emma always wears black pinstripes, believing that black pinstripes makes her appear thinner, her closet is full of them.
“I’ll see what I can come up with, honey. Give me a couple of days and I’ll email you a new layout,” Jakes says but in a flirting way that Emma has come to hate. Especially since she was attacked by a man she was showing a house to.
The scumbag assaulted Emma as soon as they were alone in the ominous property she was trying to sell him. Luckily, she kept a spray bottle of mace on her and was able to retrieve it at the time of the incident. “Fucking pervert,” she thinks to herself as she brings up the memory in her mind. She was facing the counter of the bar in the kitchen and the son of a bitch forcefully thrusted himself against her, pinning her between him and the bar. The edge of the countertop bore into her stomach causing extreme pain as the assailant was pulling up the skirt of her business suit. He was make a humping motion against her and she could feel him getting hard under his pants. He pulled the panties she had on to the side, exposing her sex. As he pulled his other hand away to unzip his pants, she grabbed the mace. She fled the scene and called the police but they never found him.
Emma looks down at her trembling hand. “I’ll keep an eye out for your email,” She turns and heads for the door. Almost there.
“Emma, Emma wait,” Jake calls.
Damn. Please, don’t say it. Not again. Just as Emma turns, her phone rings. Thank God. “Sorry, Jake, I’ve got to go,” she smiles, retrieving her cell phone from her purse. Walking briskly along the sidewalk outside the store, she answers the phone.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Emma? This is Morgan Riley. You showed me and my wife some houses yesterday.”
“Yes, Hi. H
ow are you? Did your wife decide which one she liked?” Emma asks, excited at the idea of selling a home. It took her a while to get over the attack and return to the real estate world. Her savings was diminishing quickly. She needed to make a sell. She felt comfortable with Mr. and Mrs. Riley. Never again would she show a property to a man alone.
“Well actually my wife came across another listing we are interested in. Can you show it to us this afternoon?”
“Sure,” Emma replies. “What would be a good time for you?”
“3:00 o’clock?” Morgan asks.
Emma hesitates, that’s the time she’s scheduled to see her psychiatrist, Dr. Yong. He’s been her steady weekly appointment since the attack.
Emma replies with an “OK” and asks him for the address of the property.
“I am familiar with that one. It’s a very nice house. I’ll meet you and your wife out there at 3.” They say their goodbyes as Emma reaches her Lexus.
She loves her car. It is very important for a real estate agent to have a nice car and keep it very well maintained for ushering potential buyers. She cringes knowing she’s a payment behind. Reaching for the door handle, Emma feels as if she’s being watched; a feeling she’s had a lot of since the attack. Emma worries it may be the assailant stalking her. Paranoid, she looks up to see a tall woman with brunette hair across the street staring at her. The woman quickly looks away, disappearing into the local book store. Emma looks down the street to the stop light and sees a man staring at her. He looks away and walks across the street to the side that Emma’s car is on. Emma jumps in her car and speeds away.
I need to see Dr. Yong before this paranoia turns into a phobia keeping me in the house forever. “Maybe he can fit me in now, since I’m going to have to reschedule.” she thinks aloud. “I’ll call him.” Dr. Yong has been wonderful to Emma. He has seen her the last two visits without payment with the promise she will make it up with her next real estate sell. He doesn’t seem to mind. Dr. Yong is oriental and very soft spoken. He is short and thin, Emma is just as tall as he is and probably weighs more. He is the only man she feels comfortable with and it puzzles her as to why that is. Maybe it’s the fact that he can’t tower over her when standing like so many other men are able to do.
Emma calls the doctor’s office but must leave a message with the secretary because he is with a patient. “I’m sorry but Dr. Yong has no other openings today,” she tells Emma. “I’ll give him the message you called and that you have to cancel today’s appointment.”
Chapter 3
“Why didn’t she want me? Why am I not good enough for my own mother?” Abigail asks herself while holding a double edge razor blade in her hand.
Abigail is 12 years old. She has been in and out of foster care since she was 7. The couple who adopted her at birth were both killed in a car accident. That’s when she was moved to foster care. Abigail has battled with mental problems and it shows in her poor performance in school. Having many blackouts, she loses track of time. Maybe it’s the drugs she gets at school. Abigail is just in junior high and the pill popping is a popular pastime among her classmates. They call it “candy grab”. They steal prescriptions from family members and cold medicines from the store and put them all together in a large plastic bag. Shaking the colorful assortment of pills, each kid reaches in for 3 and swallows them, not even knowing what it is they are taking. Abigail’s activities dropped her before a judge. The judge says Abigail is one step away from going into a home for juvenile delinquents. “He called me a delinquent!” She says aloud while reclining in the bathtub. The judge also ordered that she start seeing a therapist and her foster parents seem perturbed and bothered to have to spend time out of their lives to take her to see Dr. Yong.
She scrapes the thin skin on her wrists with the razor, envisioning, slicing one of the blue veins open and filling the bathtub with her blood. She says to herself through tears, “My own mother doesn’t want me so what’s the point in living.” Her mind takes her to the woman she always sees at Dr. Yong’s office. Her appointment is before Abigail’s. She is beautiful with blonde hair and blue eyes. Abigail enjoys watching her. As she leaves the office, Abigail is mesmerized by her. “I wish she was my mother,” Abigail says to herself.
Dr. Yong thinks he is hypnotizing Abigail during their sessions but she pretends to be asleep and fantasizes about being the woman’s daughter. She often pictures lying next to her in bed while the woman strokes her hair, tucking it behind her ear, telling Abigail everything is going to be alright. Abigail smiles, making her mind up, “I’m gonna talk to her next time.” She relishes her name as she whispers it, “Emma.”
Chapter 4
“I can’t stand Men! I find you all so disgusting!” Isabell screams at the man, lying duct taped, on the bed of another roach filled motel. “You are all led by your dicks and too stupid to know when you are being manipulated.” Tears spring from his face as she slaps him hard. “What’s wrong, Jake? I thought you liked our little game? You didn’t mind when I first started tying you up.” Isabell straddles Jake’s boxer clad hips. She planned her night when she saw Jake make that woman in his store today uncomfortable. Isabell has declared herself a vigilante for mistreated women. It is her life’s quest. In her self-appointed responsibility, she has taken retribution from many men. Sometimes she wonders if she is doing it for the women or just using them as an excuse because killing these sleazy, useless creatures gives her so much enjoyment. They are so easy! Isabell only needs to talk to one of them for 30 minutes or so and then they are putty in her hand.
She makes a small cut on Jake’s cheek with the razor blade, she brought for this special occasion. Jake tries to jerk away, but his movements are limited by the tape. His eyes look up at Isabell pleading, obviously scared to death. “You know Jake, you really shouldn’t treat women the way you do. Did you really think I was going to come to this nasty motel and fuck your brains out?” Isabell puts the blade on his neck. Jake is muttering something through his taped mouth. It was hard to understand but Isabell knew what he was trying to say. All of them said the same thing. Jake was no different, begging through apologies. “It’s a little too late to do the right thing now, don’t you think?”
Isabell gets within inches of Jake’s face and stares into his frightened eyes as she slits his throat. She smirks watching the life leave them. The high is incredible. It is an orgasm to the tenth power. She then wondered to herself, what that woman would think knowing what Isabell did for her. She often fantasizes about calling the women she secretly helped and telling them what she did for them. This fantasy just wasn’t the same because it was a goody-two-shoe name Emma that was graced with Isabell’s service tonight.
Chapter 5
Emma is laying on Dr. Yong’s couch. “Emma, how are you feeling today?”
“It’s been hard to leave the house. I still feel as though he is following me. I’m constantly scared that I’m going to look behind my shoulder to find him there.” her trembling lips tell Dr. Yong. “But it’s not just him anymore. I feel like everyone is staring at me.”
“Emma, you’ve been through a traumatic experience.” Dr. Yong attempts to calm her. “Remember to not give him that power over you. Just stay very vigilant and it’s really a better thing for you not to be alone right now. Have you thought of anyone yet who might can stay with you during this time?”
“I don’t have anyone doctor.” Emma says.
“Not anybody? I find that very hard to believe Emma. You’ve never told me anything about your family.”
“Well that’s because I have no family! No one! Can we please change the subject?”
“Ok Emma, let’s talk about this paranoia.”
“Everywhere I turn, I feel as though every eye is on me. Even walking into your office, there is a young girl in the waiting room and I swear, she was staring at me.”
“There shouldn’t be anyone in the waiting room,” Dr. Yong says to Emma.
“Well there is,
she is a little girl and I’ve seen her here before. I believe her name is Abigail,” Emma says, a little perturbed that the doctor is accentuating that she is just making stuff up.
“Ah yes, Abigail.” The doctor continues, “In my sessions with Abigail, we use hypnotherapy. I would like to try that now with you Emma, if you would agree.”
“Doc, you know the thought of being put under scares the hell out of me.”
Dr. Yong offers, “I promise it will do you a world of good, Emma. Now lay back close your eyes and envision yourself on the beach.” Dr. Yong’s soothing voice wove its way into Emma’s consciousness. “You can feel the heat on your skin.”
Emma tried to fight the warmth moving through her.
“There is a breeze coming off the waves as they make a rhythmic crashing against the shore.”
No. Fight it.
“This sound is gently echoing in your head over and over. You are completely relaxed.”
Emma found herself standing on a beach, the waves caressing over her feet, calling to her. She glanced up, shading her eyes from the sun.
“The sun is getting lower and lower as the waves are continuously crashing. Your eyes are getting heavy.”
Emma felt a heaviness in her feet. A brightly colored beach blanket rested on the crystalline sand. Reluctantly Emma left the water, collapsing onto the blanket.
“Your breathing is slowing to the same rhythm of the water. The sky is now purple, orange and blue as the sun connects with the edge of the ocean. As soon as the sun disappears into the water, you will be asleep. You will only awaken after I count to 3.”
Emma falls asleep.
Chapter 6
“Emma,” Olivia touches herself as she says Emma’s name. Lying on her bed, Olivia has one hand massaging her left breast and the other on her knee. She opens her legs as she works her way up her inner thigh. Reaching her panties, she gently rubs herself over them. She pulls her hand up to her nose and inhales her own aroma. “Mmm. Emma cum for me.” The image of her face buried into Emma’s flower consumes her. She reaches back down and continues what she was doing until she reaches her orgasm. She thinks to herself, “I bet she is at that doctor’s office.” Olivia has been following Emma for so long that she knows her schedule. Still worn out from last night’s events, Olivia closes her eyes. She is asleep before she knows it.
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