WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 103: The Haunted Fuck House (7)

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 arms 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.