Big Book of Smut (33 page)

“Oh yes, oh GOD yes, faster…faster, yes...oh...yes that’s it.”

She tore at the pillowcase she’d been gripping as she came and when I climaxed deep inside her I actually felt lightheaded with pleasure. Coming out of my near swoon, I found myself draped over her body. I managed to lift myself off and pulled out of her still throbbing channel. Tania collapsed onto the bed utterly exhausted and I saw that her silky hair was a tangled mess. Running my fingers through her hair, I managed to smooth it back into some semblance of order; then lay down beside her, caressing her face.

“Are you alright Tania?” I asked, after several minutes had passed. I watched as she lifted her tired head and smiled, that was all the answer I needed.

Once we managed to catch our breath we spent the rest of the evening talking about every subject under the sun until it came time for her to leave. Looking back, I realized that the only subject I had avoided was the house and my ghostly visitors. The thought of trying to explain them to her would haunt me (no pun intended) for the next couple of days.

Chapter 3

Using my bare foot to set the chair swing in motion, I sat on the back porch rocking and sipped my steaming coffee as I watched the sunrise. The air was cool but I really didn’t mind, it was refreshing and I needed its bracing effect to clear my mind. Turning to glance at my wristwatch, I wasn’t surprised to see that it was only 6 o’clock. After Tania left last night, I was only able to grab a few hours’ sleep, after all who could sleep when I had so much on my mind. The foremost being where had my spectral visitors gone to, and if they came back how was I going to get rid of them. That’s why I was sitting here staring into space trying to figure out what to do.

I found it hard to believe that the woman I had secretly cared for the last couple of years was now my girlfriend. Most men my age would have tons of experience by now, but I didn’t, but even with the little I had, I knew the sex last night was incredible. She didn’t know about the ghosts joining in when I was making love to her. Shaking my head with disgust, I acknowledged that I should have stopped. I hated the fact that I had inadvertently lied to her and was worried sick about her ever finding out before I had the chance to explain. It all happened too fast. I never expected her to show up at the house the way she did, and when she held me and kissed my cheek my heart was a goner. I don’t think I would have been able to stop even with a gun pointed at my head.

Wracked with guilt I banged my head on the side of the swing, trying to find a solution, not only for Tania and myself but also for the ghostly pair. Although I’d managed to find a way to see my newfound friends with the aid of a special dark light, I still had no luck in communicating with them. My eyes caught a flash of movement from the right and turning my head I saw the old woman next door peering at me through her upstairs window. I saw the curtain quickly close but not before seeing the sunlight reflecting off the pair of mini binoculars she held to her face!

Disgusted, I quickly went back inside and passed through the empty kitchen to head up to my bedroom. Thankful that I had the day off I decided to change the sheets and gather up my dirty clothes, I’d take them down to the basement later for washing. Hearing the door to my bedroom open, I turned to find no one there. They were back.

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 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.

* * *

“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.