Haunted House - Chapter 4
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Revised December, 2007
Hetero, Non-Consent, Reluctant, Oral, Anal
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
The Smithers giggled, sitting at the kitchen table. Mr. Smither poured his tea from the cup into the saucer and blew over the top, and then brought it to his lips. He slurped and belched loudly. Mrs. Smither stared at the old, ugly figure as her finger twirled inside her ear trying to dislodge something bothering her.
"Too bad that boy won't be around," Mrs. Smither said, her eyes going vacant as she reminisced. "He had a nice hard cock. Not like the wimpy one I'm used to."
"Well, I'll miss that blonde cheerleader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with an old hag's dried up one. And, man, her ass was even tighter."
They continued laughing, jibing each other with merriment. And then they stopped laughing when they heard a loud crash. Running to the parlor, they found pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Looking at each other in confusion, Mrs. Smither shrugged and was about to get a broom and dustpan when they heard a door slam on the second floor. Mr. Smither retrieved his shotgun, cracked it open and inserted two new shells, then snapped it shut. Stuffing extra cartridges into his pocket, the two hobbled up the stairs. Mr. Smither kept a finger on the trigger as the muzzle of his shotgun led the way, cautiously conducting a room by room search. Mrs. Smither crouched behind her husband with a hand on his shoulder, peering nervously around him. When they entered the bedroom Sandy had used, Mr. Smither stopped so suddenly that Mrs. Smither bumped into him. Ropes were tied to the four bedposts and stretched on the mattress, pointing to the center of the bed where the blindfold, gag, and chloroform lay.
Mr. Smither looked right, and then left, and then slowly walked towards the bed, almost on tiptoes. "What the...?" the old lady yelled when she saw her husband's shotgun fly across the room. Then she saw her husband's feet leave the ground, and then he crashed to the floor, groaning as he grabbed his back. Mrs. Smither took a step to assist her moaning husband ... and then she fell, face first. The stunned woman looked dumbly at her feet, at her shoelaces tied together.
"Lucinda, I think that's a good start," the ghost said to his wife.
"Yes, dear, but it's just a start. These people are evil and need to be punished. And we need to make sure that poor boy doesn't suffer further."
"What did you say?" Mrs. Smither asked.
"Huh? I didn't say nothing," her husband responded. "My fuckin' back is killing me."
"What's that?!" Mrs. Smither cried out.
"What's what?"
"Those two lights. They flew toward that wall and disappeared."
Mr. Smither looked at where his wife was pointing. "I didn't see nothing. What the hell is going on here?"
Continually looking around the room, the two gathered up the rape evidence and stored it in the secret passage. They tried to forget what happened because they couldn't explain it. But for the next few days, the two ghosts made Mr. and Mrs. Smither's lives miserable. They didn't allow them to sleep and kept tripping them, throwing things at them, and basically scaring them out of their wits. When they were broken, the old couple sat in the parlor clutching each other as the ghosts' voices told them what to do.
The Smithers begrudgingly went to the police station to confess. Sitting across from the police sergeant, they saw his impatience. Both fidgeted in their chairs and then Mr. Smither said, "We want to con--"
Mrs. Smither slapped him on the arm and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "Shut up. We don't have to tell the cop nothing. We won't go back to that damn house. We're free of them ghosts."
The policeman jumped to his feet when the couple's heads moved apart and then crashed into each other, the woman's forehead into the side of the man's head. The impact was so forceful it knocked the old woman off her chair. Mrs. Smither lay writhing on the floor holding her head and groaning. The policeman was about to ask her if she was okay when the old man began screaming. The sergeant collapsed into his chair listening to the confession. His attention was momentarily drawn to two faint lights flying toward the far wall. But when they seemed to evaporate, he quickly looked back at Mr. Smither and started scribbling notes. He listened in shock while Mr. Smither recounted how they had raped Sandy and blamed it on Nick. When Mr. Smither mentioned the ghosts, the policeman wasn't amused and pointed out that, although it was Halloween, they should be more worried about spending the rest of their lives in prison than making jokes.
The charges against Nick were dropped and he returned to school. Sandy even apologized, and the two began dating. Word spread about the Smithers' comments to the police about ghosts which only added to the rumors about the house being haunted. And what about Jenny? Well, she read and reread the note she had found while unpacking after that weekend. It said, "We hope the pleasures you received from us were not tainted by the other unfortunate incidents." It was signed, "Lucinda and Archibald." Jenny planned to return to the house and meet the ghosts. After all, they had given her so much pleasure. But she had to build up her courage first.
THE END
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