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 Note: The following is fiction.  The characters in this story have been
made up.  The content of the story is not representative of the writer's
beliefs, opinions or attitudes.  This is story is intended for adult
entertainment only.
Codes: GLBT themes, Blasphemy, Sacrilege, Coercion, Corruption, Lolita,
NC, Rape, Sadism, MC, Demons, Supernatural, Evil themes
Author's Note: With all my love to Sandra.  Sorry.  Please forgive me.

Love Colin.

   THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT - SYNOPSIS

   Alicia North is thirteen when she moves to live with her Aunt Candice in
the rural village of Windy Forest.  Killed in a recent motor vehicle
accident, her mother and father unfortunately left nothing but bad debt
behind.  Their destitute daughter has never felt so alone.  On top of that,
all things at Windy Forest are also not as they seem.  Her Aunt's
hermit-like existence, her love of dark things and the unexpected feelings
that she evoke inside Alicia, soon gather both apprehension as well as
intrigue about her own kin.  Alicia and Candice bear an uncanny resemblance
to each other, more like twins.  They could even be mistaken for each
other. When the local folks of Windy Forest confuse Alicia for her spinster
Aunt, she becomes embroiled in the depth of Aunt's salacious strangeness.
There is something seductive, taboo and incestuous lurking just beneath the
surface the seems to have been always omnipresent - now this evil that both
repulses and attracts Alicia, and despite all the warnings to the contrary
Alicia finds herself drawing towards its tempting wickedness on a voyage of
sexuality, Satanism and self-discover of who they both really are.

   THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT - CHAPTER 1 (2,374 WORDS)

   Alicia North was just thirteen years old when she had no choice, but to
move to live with her Aunt Candice in the small and isolated rural village
of Windy Forest.  Surrounded in some of the countryside's densest
forestlands, it had only one road in and out; and with the seasonal heavy
rains and overflowing of the Northern River's banks this was frequently
blocked, effectively cutting the tony community and village off from the
outside world.  This however did not seem to worry the local folk, in fact
it seemed to be an enduring feature of their preferred remote and very
private lifestyles.  It seemed to young Alicia that the women of Windy
Forest liked to keep to themselves; they seemed to shun outsiders; and
within their close-knit community the only social interaction was every
Sunday morning, when everyone met for prayers at the old chapel.

   The funeral of her mother and father had been the second saddest day in
her young life.  The first being the day she learnt about her parent's
fatal car crash.  She had been spared the carnage, being sick with the flu
at home on the day in question - otherwise she too would have definitely
perished in the rear of her father's sedan, as it was crushed beyond
recognition by the shear weight of an out-of-control articulated lorry as
it careered off course on the slippery and foggy motorway.  Her
tear-stained face had not smiled since.

   The funeral had been a very somber affair and it was also where Alicia
had been first introduced to her enigmatic Aunt, who looked a lot like a
younger version of her own mother.  If Alicia had not been so completely
distressed, she may have been intrigued by the strong family resemblance,
the high cheekbone with deep-set eyes, the porcelain white skin and
contrasting straight black hair.  They could easily pass off as sisters. 
As her only surviving relative, why had they never met before?  Alicia was
not sure.

   Windy Forest was true to its name.  She had sat in the front seat of the
small car next to her Aunt, silent for most of the journey.  Her face
pasted against the cold door window staring out into the distance.  The
road bridge over the river had been recently repaired, so getting across
was not a problem.  As they left the main road, the forest seemed to close
in all around them and as they finally arrived at her Aunt's pretty
ivory-covered cottage, the last of the sunlight dropped down behind the
tall dark trees signaling the end to a very long day and maybe the start of
something very different.

   Her first night in the unfamiliar old cottage was such a change for the
city girl.  After a lifetime of living in the constant lights of the city,
she could not believe how many stars there were.  She looked up in awe at
the sparkling heavens.  The familiar and constant hum of motorway traffic
was replaced by the rustling of the leaves as the branches of the great
trees danced in the strong breeze.  That night, she was greeted by a
howling wind that shook the creaky old rafters of the building.  Strange
noises seemed to surround her.  Her Aunt had made a bed for her in her
library - that was to become her bedroom from this day forth.  It smelt
funky.  The aroma of antiques, of old leather-bound books and of other
strange rural smells that she was not use to.

   Armed with only her small hand touch, she lay in bed and scanned the
darkened room.  She stopped to read the small plaque on the wall above the
unused library fireplace.  It read...

   From ghoulies and ghosties And long-leggedy beasties And things that go
bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us!

   It was a traditional Scottish prayer.  She had read it somewhere else
before, but could not recall where.  As the house creaked and groaned in
the darkness, Alicia prayed to Jesus, to Mother Mary and to Almighty God to
take care of her mother and father...  to welcome them to heaven, so that
they may look down upon her...  she needed their blessing and their
spiritual guidance at this difficult time of her life.

   As she cast the beam of light around the library, Alicia noticed the
aged books that filled the bookcases - dusty dull grey, the blackened
ribbed spines of leather volumes of strangeness; of Latin titles and faded
or peeling gold leaf.  Alicia looked upon the strange paintings that hung
around the gloomy room.  They were all grim replicas of old masters... 
darkly and religiously inspired renaissance paintings depicting the
infernal struggle between good and evil...  angels and demons.  Alicia did
not like these horrid things that hung around her as she tried to sleep. 
Their eyes seemed to glow in the dark and follow her.  They would surely
give her nightmares!  She lay down, closed her eyes tightly, clutched her
gold crucifix that hung around her neck and tried to imagine her family,
friends, school and the life she had left behind.  She began to cry softly
to herself.

   xxxxx

   The morning light poured through the netted curtains.  She felt safe in
the light again.  The warmth and promise of the new day seemed to change
her mood.  She got up, brushed her teeth in the small adjoining bathroom
and ventured out into the cottage.  Her Aunt was already up and outside on
the small veranda.  She could smell the richness of the forest carried in
through the open door...  day or night Windy Forest was never still. 
Alicia stood at the doorway.  Her Aunt Candice's long flowing black hair
blew across her pretty face.  Alicia felt a harsh pierce to her heart; she
so reminded Alicia of her deceased mother.

   Her Aunt spoke without turning.

   "Good morning Alicia."

   "Good morning Auntie Candice," she replied.

   "Candice.  Just Candice, please...  I hate the word `Aunt'...  it makes
me sound so mmmm...  middle-aged!"

   "...  good morning...  Candice," affirmed Alicia unsure of how to read
her Aunt's changing moods.  She remembered her mother had said once that
her sister could be so pleasant one moment and then a total bitch the next.
They had not got along as far as she could remember - it was probably why
her Aunt had never been involved with her until after her parent's death.
Alicia planned on keeping her distance...  to take it day-by-day and not to
get her expectations up.  After all, she was actually glad that she had
family to turn to...  even though it all seemed very different from what
she was used to.

   "I trust you slept well?" Asked her Aunt.

   "Well, yes...  it's still feels a little new...  not quite use to the
countryside yet," she picked her words carefully, not wanting to offend her
Aunt's reluctant hospitality.

   "No nightmares then?"

   Alicia reflected on the peculiarity of her night.  Had she dreamt of
anything?  She could not remember.  Yes, there was something.  The wetness
of sweat on her brow...  it had been a nervous sweat...  caused by some
unsettling in the early hours.  Those eyes had been watching her.  Those
evil-looking painted demons...  naked and skeletal.  The large clock on the
mantelpiece ticked loudly, announcing that it was only 3.00 AM in the
morning.  The wind outside had whistled wildly.

   "No bad dreams then, I said?"

   Alicia heard her Aunt's words and they triggered a fragment of an
unsettling glimpse of something unpleasant...  something weird and
unmentionable...  those demon eyes staring at her as she lay there...  a
horrid creepy feeling that seemed to reach out and touch her with
demonically cold fingers.  Peeling back the bed clothing until she lay on
her back in just her cotton nightgown.  She was shaking.  Nervous.  Scared.
They were undressing her with their eyes.  Willing her to lift the hem of
her nightgown higher up her sweating thighs.  They wanted her to be naked
before them...  they had wanted her to touch herself.

   "Did you hear me?  Alicia?"

   Consciousness returned.  Alicia blushed at the thought of her unexpected
arousal.  Alicia looked at her Aunt who was now staring directly at her. 
Those piercing deep-set eyes.  She shook herself out of this unsettling
daydream.

   "No...  No nightmares...  I mean.  It's just getting use to being in a
new place."

   xxxxx

   The day blurred out.  There was no television, no computers, no phones.
It was like living in the dark ages.  Her Aunt had given her a journal, as
well as chosen some cloths and jewelry for Alicia from her own wardrobe. 
Strange black garments that Alicia would not usually wear in a fit...  but
her Aunt seemed adamant about a change of dress code from her urban style
of jeans and tees.  Alicia wanted to make it work with her Aunt.  She was
sure that she had good intentions and she would try this all for a while.
She was all she had in the world.  Mum and dad were no longer here.  She
realized that with great sorrow.  Her Aunt had taken off the crucifix that
her mother had given her and replaced with a rather archaic-looking
necklace with an inverted silver star.  It hung heavily around her
neckline. She had told her that it would help...  should she ever feel
afraid of the dark, or unsettled, or have nightmares.  Alicia was grateful
and wore it proudly.

   They had both eaten dinner in candlelight - a warming hearty soup with
an unfamiliar flavor by the raging fireplace.  Her Aunt had taken the time
to brush her hair in the dressing mirror.  The long strokes of the
hairbrush had felt pleasant, almost sensual.  Alicia purred like a cat. 
She had washed her face and brushed her teeth before bed.  She had changed
into one of her garments given to her by her Aunt...  it was a silky soft
nightgown that was very flattering to her slender physique, with thin
bootlace straps and ended just above her mid-thighs.  As she admired
herself in the full-length mirror, she could hear her mother's voice saying
something about it being far too mature for her age.  But Alicia liked it
and the way it made her feel.  She had undressed and redressed quickly as
there was something about being naked in the library, in front of those
horrid old paintings that seemed to give her a weird voyeuristic feeling...
she told herself that she was being stupid...  after all they were just old
dusty painting...  but that did stop the hairs on the back of neck standing
to attention.

   She went to say good night to her, who seemed very pleased to see her
dressed in her silky gown.  She found her Aunt by the fireplace reading an
old-looking book which she closed seeing her niece close by.  It made
Alicia wonder what it was that she had been reading...  did she not want
her niece to see?  She was being paranoid!  Stupid thoughts!

   "What do you think Candice?" She asked swishing the fragile fabric back
and forth.

   "You look positively adorable," purred her leering Aunt.

   Her Aunt asked her to turn around like she was a model on the catwalk.
Alicia did as she was told.  Her Aunt clapped her hands with delight.  For
some unexplainable reason her little parade made Alicia feel
inappropriately alluring.  Her Aunt told Alicia always wear the necklace on
the outside at night, and concealed during the day...  it was magic to
protect her.  She asked her Aunt what the inverted star meant and Candice
explained that it was not a star but a pentagram...  that it was a sign of
the `absorption of knowledge'...  that it was sometimes called the `Sigil
of Baphomet'...  a very powerful symbol of her faith.  Her Aunt showed her
that she also wore one; hers had the face of a goat within the inverted
pentagram...  she said it was called `the Goat of Mendes...  and that it
was from a time before Christianity; that the magic came from nature.

   "You remind me so much of myself.  We could be mistaken as sisters,"
said her Aunt caressing her hair.

   It was true.  They looked like sisters of a close age.

   Alicia thanked her Aunt for the generous gifts and was about to go to
bed, when her Aunt asked her for a kiss.  She had never kissed her aunt
before and there was an awkward moment of hesitation.  Her attractive Aunt
grinned with perfect teeth.  It almost as if she was enjoying Alicia's
feeling of embarrassment...  her Aunt stood up from her chair by the
fireplace, her delicate hands held Alicia by the waist as she kissed Alicia
lightly on the lips.  Alicia froze.

   "There.  See.  I don't bite." She said as she released her and turned
back to sit down with her book.

   Alicia felt herself blush, red as a beetroot.  She unconsciously licked
her lips and could taste her Aunt on them.  Nothing was unpleasant, just
awkward and unnatural.  They exchanged brief `goodnights' and she hurried
back to the old musky library.  Alicia closed the door behind her and lent
back against it.  She held her new necklace between her fingers and she
immediately felt calmer.  Her breathing was rather erratic.  She caught a
glimpse of herself in the tall dressing mirror.  There was something about
the fabric choice; she starred at herself in the mirror; her
under-developed chest heaved beneath the arousing garment; her nipples were
hard and clearly visible through the sheer material.  She hoped her Aunt
had not noticed.  How embarrassing.

   She glanced nervously at the wall full of strange archaic paintings. 
They are just paintings, she told herself as she knelt by the bed to say
the Lord's Prayer...  but as she recited rhythmically the old prayer, she
felt the wind pick up outside.  She felt afraid of something that she could
not see.  Whispers echoed in the eaves.  It was far from rational...  she
held her necklace and again the nervousness seemed to slip away. 
Comfortable.  Maybe her weird Aunt was right about the power of this
necklace?  Maybe there was some old magic in it?

   THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT - CHAPTER 2 (2,253 WORDS)

   Tick.  Tock.  Tick.  Tock.  The old clock seemed to call her.  The night
seemed to call her.  Her Aunt's words echoed in her dreamy awareness.

   "No nightmares then?"

   Her Aunt seemed to almost expect it of her.  Almost willing it upon her.

   "Oh my dear, why you look positively adorable..."

   Alicia was parading herself before her strangely attractive young Aunt,
who was dressed identically to her.  She felt a strong impulse to perform
for her...  to show her gratitude, but in an oddly sensuous way.

   "`You remind me so much of myself..."

   Yes, they both looked like twins, almost identical in every way. 
Alicia's eye caught the glint of her Aunt's necklace as they stood only
inches apart.

   "The Goat of Mendes...  the Sigil of Baphomet...  it is a sign of the
`absorption of knowledge'...  look we wear the same necklaces..."

   Alicia looked down at her pentagram.  It had transformed.  It was the
same as her Aunt's with the evil-looking goat's head at its centre.

   She did not hear herself ask the question, but she instinctive knew she
had.  Her Aunt chuckled.  "No my love, its not to warn off evil...  quite
the opposite...  its to attract it my dear..."

   How could that be?  There seemed to be no fear, as Alicia head was
swimming in fascination.

   "Hold it in your fingers...  kiss the Baphomet...  that's it, feel the
absorption of knowledge...  of carnal knowledge...  mmmmm...  yes...  look
at our nipples my dear...  they both look so hard and aroused..." Her Aunt
purred as her fingers made small circles on the surface of the delicate
fabric of their matching nightgowns.  She felt her Aunt's hands upon her
waist, pulling the both of them together.  She could feel the hard points
of her Aunt's nipples crush against her.  Alicia felt so horny.  The
hemline of their short nightgowns no longer separated their naked genitals
as her Aunt's thigh pressed directly against her moist vagina and hers did
them same to her Aunt.  Their mutual sexual arousal was obvious.

   "Kiss me Alicia.  I don't bite...  well not right away," hissed her Aunt
as she planted her mouth over Alicia's...  pressing against her lips with
increasing pressure, her Aunt's wet tongue parting her lips and invading
her reluctant mouth.

   Tick.  Tock.  Tick.  Tock.  She eyes sprung wide open as her Aunt's
vampiric kiss suddenly awoke her with a shock!

   "Aaarrghhhh..." she groaned.

   Alicia's breathing was highly elevated, as if something had been
crushing against her chest cavity.

   It was 3.00 am again.

   Her body was drenched with perspiration.  She pushed back the bedcovers.
The wind howled and the library felt alive with eyes.  Alicia had never
felt so horny.  Her left hand clasped her breast through the fabric of her
nightgown; her right hand reached beneath the hem lifting to exposure her
mons.

   "YESSSSSSS..." there seemed to a collective hiss of approval...  it was
as if the painted demons urged her for more.  Alicia felt no fear in the
eerie dark room as she got up from the bed...  she pulled her damp
nightgown over her head and displayed her self...  `look at me...  look at
me...' see said without word...  touching herself between the legs... 
"YESSSSSS..." she heard the collective hiss again as she kiss her Satanic
necklace and began to finger-fucked herself.  Her eyes stared at the dark
paintings that surrounded her...  no longer did they depict the infernal
struggle between good and evil...  all she could see was evil upon evil...
the naked skeletal demons looked excited, their hands clapped around their
erect penises that dripped with fluids as they urged Alicia to join them in
their masturbatory pleasures...  and she did...  her body convulsed in
orgasmic delight as a power wave of perverted euphoria sweep over her.  She
collapsed upon the bed and immediately fell into a comatose sleep...

   xxxxx

   Alicia was roused by a soft knock on the library door.

   "Are you awake Alicia?" It was her Aunt.

   Alicia looked at the clock.  It was almost 11.30 AM.  She had seriously
over-slept.  Then she realized that she was still lying in bed completely
naked.  Where was her nightgown?  How did she manage to end up in bed
completely nude?  Everything felt a little hazy.  She did not have time to
figure it out.  She quickly pulled the top blanket from her bedding and
made a dash to the ensuite in case her Aunt walked in.

   "I'm just in the bathroom Candice," she called out.

   "I made us a fruit brunch out on the veranda," replied her Aunt.

   "Thank you...  I...  I will be there in just a minute."

   Emerging from the library, she was relieved to find her Aunt had already
stepped outside.  Alicia nervously pulled her dressing gown around her
shoulders.  Outside, she sat at the table opposite her Aunt, whose eyes had
followed her from the moment she had walked through the back door of the
cottage onto the intimate little veranda under the ivory-covered eaves. 
The fruit brunch looked delicious, wild berries and other assorted things
that she did not recognize.

   "Well, here she is...  good morning...  or should I say...  good
afternoon?" Said her Aunt.

   "Sorry.  I must have over-slept...  maybe my body is catching up for all
the sleep I have lost since the funeral." She answered in an effort to
explain herself with some resemblance of sincerity.

   Alicia bit into a green apple and watched her Aunt eat the blood-red
berries, the juices tricked from the side of her mouth.  Without thinking,
Alicia finger touched her Aunt's face retrieving the little red fluid and
put her finger into her mouth.  Her Aunt smiled and touched her bare arm
affectionately...  more like a lover than family.  They both continued to
eat until her Aunt broke the silence.

   "Last night, I thought I heard you cry out?" Probed her Aunt, as she
placed her hand over Alicia's.  Her hands were cold and clammy, but Alicia
did not pull away.  Her Aunt caressed her fingers as she spoke.  Alicia
thoughts slipped back to her weird nocturnal misadventure...  `of carnal
knowledge...' Her chest heaved, `yes...  look at our nipples my dear... 
they both look so hard and aroused'...  She subconsciously licked her lips
and held her pentagram.

   "I see." Said her Aunt almost triumphantly.  She smiled devilishly and
firmly squeezed Alicia's hand.  "I mean...  I see you must have drawn upon
the magic of the Baphomet?"

   Alicia pulled her hand away and stood up.

   "I thought I might take a walk down to the old chapel."

   The idea of a quiet walk sounded appealing.  The chapel looked so
picturesque.

   "Yes...  a good idea.  Maybe the fresh air will do you good.  Just be
aware that the church is very formal and the priest very old...  he isn't
use to strangers."

   Her Aunt played with her necklace and had the expression of mischief. 
Candice could be so creepy.  Was her Aunt a secret pervert?  Surely not? 
But still she was not sure if this unsettling feeling that filled her
conscious thoughts was completely unfounded...  there is nothing her Aunt
had actually done or said...  it seemed that her dreams had created this
perplexing shadow that seemed to be caste over everything and anything to
do with living in Windy Forest.

   xxxxx

   Alicia entered the small chapel lit only by the dozens of candles
scattered around.  It was reassuringly peaceful.  She sat in the last row
of the pews and watched a couple of women kneeling at the altar.  The
priest looked up and smiled in recognition of someone at the rear of the
chapel.  Alicia looked around.  She was the only one there.  The two
parishers got up and walked solemnly down the central walkway.  They both
looked at Alicia and dropped their gaze.  Alicia felt rather uncomfortable.
Maybe it was time to go?  She stood up to leave.

   "Wait," said the old priest.

   Alicia did not move as he approached her.

   "Concupitio mala.  Daemona secteris.  Crimine frangaris, ne fuge
delicias," muttered the priest as he took her hands in his.

   Alicia did not under the priest, but remained silent...  maybe he was
blessing her or something?

   "The things that must no be spoken of, have been done.  The high mass
will proceed and the sacrifice made."

   Alicia understood the simple English, but did not understand what it all
meant.  It all sounded like something from an opera.  She wanted to ask him
what the hell he was talking about?  Then it dawned on her that maybe he
had mistaken her for her Aunt Candice?  They looked alike.  They even
dressed alike.  Oh dear.  He kissed her palm and left her alone.

   xxxxx

   Alicia had wanted to say something to her Aunt about the strange
encounter at the church, but felt very foolish.  Why hadn't she just said
to the priest that she was not Candice, that she was her niece?  How
stupid. What would her Aunt think of her not to speak up?  Was she mute? 
No.  She thought about the things he had said that she had not understood.
Not the strange Latin words, but the stuff about things not to be spoken,
about the high mass and the sacrifice?  Maybe it was to do with some
religious holiday, like Lent?

   Her Aunt was sitting by the roaring fireplace reading her oversized
leather-bound book, when she came to say goodnight.  Again, her Aunt
conspicuously closed her book and looked up without a word.  Alicia kissed
her on the lips without waiting to be told.  She pressed lightly against
her Aunt's lips.  Her mind raced with the Sapphic kiss she remembered from
her wet dream...  the long French kiss of intertwined tongues...  hot and
passionate as they ground their vaginas, frotting against each other.

   Her Aunt smiled and watched her niece blush.

   "Sweet dreams," she said as if she knew more that she possibly could.

   The night passed very slowly.  It was midnight and the wind howled
incessantly.  Then it was one o'clock.  Then two.  Then Three.  Alicia got
out of bed.  She felt an odd awakening, as if it was time to get up.  The
darkness outside contradicted the feeling.  She opened the door and peaked
out of the library expecting to see only the dying embers of the fire in
the empty living room beyond.  With the door ajar she could see that this
was not the case.  Instead the fire burned even brighter.  It illuminated
the silhouette of a young girl about twenty feet away.  Her Aunt?  The girl
was kneeling...  completely naked...  except for a glimmer of her strange
goat-head necklace against her small boyish flat chest with only the
slightest hint of womanly development and sharp points of aroused nipples.
Was she reading in the firelight?  Or praying?  Or both?  Alicia covered
her mouth and gasped into her hand as she watched the girl touching herself
between her open legs...  praying and masturbating over the old book. 
Three fingers pushed up to the third knuckle into her hairless vagina.  The
girl groaned in her private pleasure.

   Alicia stepped back slowly and quietly closed the door.  She was
completely shocked at what she had seen...  and heard.  Surely she was
mistaken.  She found it hard to catch her breath.  She was almost
hyperventilating.  After a moment, she composed herself.  She touched her
pentagram.

   The painted demons seemed to stare even harder at her, `YESSSSSS...'
they hissed as her shaking hand took hold of the doorknob once again.  She
steadied herself.  Took a deep breath and re-opened the door ever so
slightly; straining towards the view of the fireplace...  whist remaining
far enough back in the library not to be illuminated by any of the ambient
firelight...  to see, without being seen...  Alicia could clearly make out
the reddish flames of the fire as they licked the naked form still hunched
over the old book...  from the side-on perspective, Alicia observed skinny
fingers pistoned in and out as the girl's hips thrust back and forth upon
them...  faster and faster until it was as if she was dancing to the
howling wind.

   Alicia stared unblinking.  Her heart pounded in her chest as if it
wanted to escape from beneath her ribs.  Subconsciously Alicia's fingers
brushed against her own vulva.  She trembled and was surprised to find
herself extremely wet and excited between the legs.  Without a second
thought she sank her middle finger inside herself.  Oh fuck yer.  It felt
strange but very exciting as her eyes drank in the sight of the girl's solo
masturbation ritual.  One finger became two.  Two became three.  Soon she
was masturbating in unison with her pornographic peepshow.  Just as
Alicia's orgasmic feelings began to build, the girl that looked like her,
turned towards the library door...  facing directly at where Alicia stood
shaking.  She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked the juices from
them finger by finer and resumed her frigging...  her lips seemed to form a
single word as the lewd fingers of her right hand stabbed at her hairless
vagina, while her fingers of her left hand stroked her erect clitoris... 
her eyes seemed to focus in the direction of the library as she mutter a
single word over and over...  it felt as if she could see right through the
door...  as her lustful dance seemed to reach its crescendo...  word became
more distinct, like a guttural whisper or cry...  "Alicia...  Alicia... 
Alicia..."

   THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT - CHAPTER 3 (2,197 WORDS)

   With her Aunt down the village store, Alicia took advantage of the
situation.  She carefully looked around for her Aunt's big old book.  What
was it that she did not want her to see?  What was so fucking secret? 
Mystery burned inside Alicia like the clues to an unsolved crime.  She
laughed at herself for thinking so wildly.  It was probably nothing
important.  Her Aunt was entitled to her privacy.  She had no right to
interfere.  Screw that!  Her dream of Candice masturbating in the
firelight, hovering over the book as she finger fucked herself...  the
thought made Alicia instantly wet between the legs.  Removing her underway
from beneath her dress, it gave her another instant thrill.

   She looked around the living room without any luck and then tried the
closed door to her Aunt's room.  It opened with a slight squeak that gave
Alicia a fright.  Why was she so jumpy?  She laughed at herself again.  As
she stepped over the threshold she felt a cold shiver.  The book she was
looking for lay on the nightstand next to the bed.  It looked like nothing.
Just a big old book.  Nothing different to the other's in the library where
she slept.  She looked around her Aunt's room, touching her personal things
while she played with herself.  She realized that this was the first time
she had stepped into this room.  It smelt like her Aunt.  She liked the
smell.  She opened the clothesbasket and picked up a pair of her Aunt's
soiled underwear.  Her heart beat harder.  She brought them to her noise
and breathed in the smell of her Aunt's crutch.  Another dirty thrill. 
What if her Aunt caught her in the act?  Her heart raced, only exciting her
more.  The thrill of getting caught seemed only to amplify her sinfulness.
She picked up the heavy book and got a prickly sensation in her fingers and
seemed to then extend up her forearms...  humming or vibrating against her
palm.  She dropped it on the bedclothes.  What was that?  She was being
foolish.  Magic, witches, spells...  all Walt Disney stuff!  Bullshit. 
Fucking Bullshit!  She picked up the book and tried to open the cover, but
the pages felt like they were stuck together...  glued together like a
solid shape.  Words formed in her head, words that she had heard spoken
only once before.  They were the words spoken by that old wrinkled priest.
She said them out loud, surprised in her perfect recall...

   "Concupitio mala.  Daemona secteris.  Crimine frangaris, ne fuge
delicias."

   The book sprang open in her hands.  Like small electric shocks...  the
sensation of tingling had not stopped...  in fact it had intensified... 
not in her fingers or arms, but in the pit of her belly...  travelling
downwards with a strange warmth quickly spread across her groin, making her
tight little vagina feel itchy, wet and very horny...  she looked at the
open page and gasped...  there inked across the page, like an ancient
woodcut drawing.  It was an obscene illustration of a young naked girl tied
by her ankles and wrists, stretched painfully between two vertical poles.
Around her danced naked demons, their erect penises looked
disproportionately large.  The bound girl's small vagina was stretched
around the girth of a long wooden pole shaped just like a man's penis... 
erect and penetrating her as she grimaced in what looked like complete
agony.  The image was shocking, horrible, sick, but that did not seem to
stop Alicia feeling excited by it...  she looked upon the suffering of the
girl as a positive thing...  as if she willed it to penetrate her further,
to pierce her higher, fill her guts, to impale her...  Alicia could feel an
orgasm building inside herself without even touching herself.  Her juiced
flowed.

   She turned the page.  The next image was just as sick.  The same young
girl, was no longer penetrated by wooden phalluses, but by penises of
unnatural length and girth...  black-skinned demons, naked and skeletal,
were fucking her to death in all her holes...  their semen poured from her
mouth, her vagina...  and even her anus...  the girl was in hell...  torn
and besides herself in extreme pain and suffering...  but still, all Alicia
could feel was pleasure...  demented sexual pleasure.

   She turned a third page.  This next image was even more vile and
blasphemous.  The dancing demons eat babies and fucked their bodies upon
their impossibly long sexual organs.  Naked female demons smothered their
upturned faces suffocating them as they rutted in orgasmic delight before
staking them and eating them...  the image of infernal hell!  A boiling pot
of bodies engaged in extreme sexual tortures, penis decapitation and
menstrual blood.  At the apex of the evil drawing was the boy child, a halo
around his head, naked and sodomized by a priest of Satan...  his cock
fully thrust up inside his guts and emerging from the boy's twisted and
open mouth as semen sprayed upwards.

   Alicia's vagina opened and contracted, opened again and contracted, from
the mouth of her vagina, all the way up into her womb...  as if penetrated
by an invisible lover that made her squirm in complete orgasmic glee... 
her sex juices pissed down the inside of her legs, before she finally
coupled over, no longer able to stand and cope with the sheer pleasure
overload.

   The book fell shut with a loud snap and she heard someone at the front
porch.  Her Aunt had returned.  Alicia panted quickly to try and regain her
breath...  still overwhelmed in the afterglow of her body numbing orgasm.
She still quivered and her legs felt weak.  She managed to stand up and put
the book back on the nightstand, as it was...  and made it out of her
Aunt's room, closing the door behind her just as her Aunt entered the
cottage.

   "Alicia?" Called her Aunt.  "Alicia?" She walked around the hallway and
into the living room.  "There you are," she said seeing Alicia sitting at
the dining table.

   "Oh, you're back?" Alicia answered as if unconcerned as she pretended to
write an entry in her new journal.  Her heart still fluttered.  She could
smell her Aunt's soiled underwear.  Mmmmmm.

   "Yes.  I am." Her Aunt looked suspiciously over her shoulder.  "Starting
your new journal?  Good.  I have heard that it's excellent therapy... 
especially for young girls, who have been through so much like you."

   Her Aunt kissed the nap of her neck.  It must have been a little salty
from her perpetration.  It was a sexy kiss that excited Alicia at its
touch. She groaned subconsciously.  Her Aunt looked a little puzzled.  But
smiled at her niece's acceptance of her more obvious advance.  Could she
smell her niece's sexual arousal?  Did she suspect her of what she did?

   Her Aunt did not dwell.  She went into the kitchen and Alicia could hear
the sound of a meal being prepared.

   "Can I help you Candice?" Asked Alicia slipping her arm around her
Aunt's dainty little waist.  She returned the lingering kiss to her Aunt's
neck.  Candice also groaned.  Her Aunt turned slowly and drew her niece
closer.  Her Aunt's hands rested gently against her buttocks, still covered
by the thin material of her dress.  Candice lent forward and kissed
Alicia's mouth.  Alicia kissed her back.  They stood together in silence,
neither of them moved for a long while.

   "You met the priest?" Candice said.

   "Yes.  He mistook me for you." Answered Alicia as her hands rested
gently on her Candice's hips, drawing her even closer.  "I dreamt of you
last night." She looked into Candice's eyes.  They looked like her eyes. 
They looked like the mirror image of each other; identical in every way. 
Her eyes looked deep as pools filled with a little sorrow, a little pain
and a whole lot of salaciousness.

   "Are you sure it was just a dream?" Asked Candice.  This time she kissed
her niece with open lips, sucking upon the youngster's mouth, then pushing
the tiniest point of her tongue against the inside of her upper lip,
running in along it, before she withdraw it again.  "What have you done?"

   "I saw what's in the book...  The Book of Dark Fantasies...  beautiful
perversions...  they made me cum!" She said, her hips pressed urgently
against Candice's.  Like two evil bitches in heat, they humped against each
other.

   "Concupitio mala," said Alicia.

   "Lust after Evil," replied Candice.

   "Daemona secteris," said Alicia.

   "Follow the Devil," replied Candice.

   "Crimine frangaris, ne fuge delicias," said Alicia.

   "Do not shun the pleasures of the flesh," replied Candice.

   "Now I understand.  The priest.  He does not serve Christ?"

   Candice held her niece tightly and kissed her again.  This time the both
kissed with open mouths...  as if in a replay of Alicia's perverted
dream... their tongues probes and curled around each other, dualing
together, stabbing back and forth, swapping their saliva.  Their noises
became guttural and obscene.

   "Christ be fucked," moaned Candice and her hand lifted the hem of her
niece's dress to discover her absence of underwear.  Her fingers lingered
on the soft virginal flesh of her perfectly round bottom, slowly making
their way towards the parting of her cheeks.  Candice's fingers brushed up
and down between them, stroking gently between the dirty rose bud of her
anus and the base of her dripping wet vulva.  The heat and wetness still
remained from her niece's earlier orgasm; but was now greatly amplified by
new and more taboo pleasures.  The smell of sex filled her senses.

   "What did you see?" She asked Alicia, now placing her niece's hand
beneath her own blouse; against the skin of her braless breasts...  showing
her that she wanted her to cup her small childlike boobs and rub her
bullet-hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger.  She groaned in
anticipation of the pleasure.

   "Enough," answered Alicia pinching Candice's nipples with one hand and
slipping her other into her back of her elasticized pants to fondle her
bottom with the other as she sucked her earlobe.

   "Enough?"

   "I saw enough to know...  The absorption of carnal knowledge...  your
wickedness...  your perverseness is so beautiful my kin...  incest is such
a forbidden fruit...  Christ be fucked...  I have seen the high mass...  I
have seen the dark god, his penis erect as he awaits the penetration...  I
have witnessed the sacrifice that must be made.  A young boy...  a holy
child that must be offered...  impaled with wickedness upon the priest's
cock...  violently sodomized...  raped before the congregation... 
castrated and fucked to death...  eaten while still warm by the sisterhood
of witches...  this is the way it must be...  has it has been since the
beginning...  to please HIM!  To glorify HIM!  TO WORSHIP HIM!!!"

   Candice broke their kiss, shoved her niece's hands away and stepped
back.

   "Alicia...  you sound like a temple whore...  dispassionate... 
uncaring...  like the painted demons that surrounded you in the library...
willing you to masturbate to the devil...  violent and evil...  a demonic
child satisfied only by lewdness, perversity and blasphemy!"

   Candice removed the rest of her clothing, throwing the aside, until she
stood completely naked before her shaking niece - only her demonic
necklace, the Sigil of Baphomet, hung loosely around her throat.  She stood
with her legs open wide, her hips thrust forward, her distained vagina
swollen and wet.

   "Take off your dress and kneel before me, my child."

   Alicia did as she was told.  Candice stood above her, the neb of her
clitoris pocking out from its skin sheath...  feverishly she rubbed herself
against her niece's upturned face...  now saturated with her vaginal
secretions.

   "AAARGGHHHHHHHH!!!  You know that your parent's death was no accident...
that both of us were fathered by the same incubus...  who raped our mothers
as they dreamt of Jesus fucking Christ...  so that we in term will give
birth to his incestuous children, as the witches of this village have done
for centuries..."

   Candice pulled her labia wide and Alicia eagerly lapped between them,
saliva and fuck juices mixing together, sucking momentarily upon her erect
clitoris, before sinking her face against her, plunging her tongue inside
her Aunt's fuck tunnel...  eating her out as if there was no tomorrow.

   "ARAGHHHHHH!  They are all sick perverts...  inbred pedophiles... 
Satanic clerics all...  painters, sculptures, writers who spread the evil
sickness..."

   "Concupitio mala," said Alicia.

   "Daemona secteris," replied Candice.

   "Crimine frangaris, ne fuge delicias," said Alicia.

   "Though we are not of the same mother...  we are satanic sisters
fathered by a powerful demon...  we are incestuous sisters...  we are
Cambions...  we are half human, half demon..."

   Candice knelt down next to her niece/sister and licked her own juices
from her saturated face.

   "Tonight at the witches hour, you will loose your virginity upon the
Altar of Christ...  have blasphemous sex with the old priest...  we shall
spill his unclean seed upon the Holy Bible...  them we will slit his throat
together and drink his blood before all the other witches of Windy Forest.
Crimine frangaris, ne fuge delicias."

   "Christ be fucked!" Prayed Alicia.

   "Christ be fucked!" Prayed Candice

   "CHRIST BE FUCKED!!!" Prayed the evil sisters.

   THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT - CHAPTER 4 (1,788 WORDS)

   It had rained heavily that night, swelling the banks of the Great
Northern River, so that they had flooded the only road that lead into the
village.  Once more, they were cut off from the rest of the world. 
Darkness had fallen quickly over Windy Forest.  Storm clouds moved over the
stars and blanked out the moon.  The shadow trees seemed to know that
something devilish was about to happen - their branches shimmered in the
restlessness of the strong breeze, sending copious leaves cascading
downwards.

   The congregation of women gathered in the decrepit old chapel.  The
chapel itself was transformed.  Decorated in the most perverted of
pornographic images; it was no longer an Altar of the Nazarene.  The large
dark wooden crucifix was inverted with each of its crosspieces shaped like
the bulbous crown of an erect penis.  The blasphemous cross hung over the
low platform draped with black cloth and the five-pointed pentagram... 
inverted with the Goat of Mendes holding the position of power at its
centre...  the Sigil of Baphomet blessed the sacrilegious chapel.  The long
black candles made with the fat of sacrificed babies, burned brightly as
the witch women of various ages from eight to eighty of Windy Forest
striped naked and knelt before the signs of the Satan.

   They all began chanting in a slow chorus of Latin vulgarities...

   "Concupitio mala, tu nequamquam dilige Christum;
 Daemona
secteris, nec pete salvifcum;
 Despicias, rogo te, Christum: nec
tempore toto
 Conspice praesentem te fore judicio;
 Veridicos
preme, nec laudes, sed carpere gesta
 Quaerito cujusvis, non tua
respicias.
 Dispereas male, ne quaeras tu coelica, verum

Crimine frangaris, ne fuge delicias."

   The demonic twin sisters, Candice and Alicia, stood like bookends either
side of the evil altar.  As they pulled back the deep hoods of their bright
red ceremonial gowns, the witches all muttered loudly...  they recognized
their own, Sister Candice...  but now there was two of her, another sister,
identical in appearance, Sister Alicia...  they removed their gowns and
stood naked and prone with their perverted sisterhood.

   The old priest appeared.  Beside his silver miter and white and silver
stole, he was completely naked.  His old wrinkled body looked weak and
threadbare.  He was just skin and bones.  His flaccid genitals hung loosely
over his long hairless ball-sacks.  He held his arms aloft; holding his
bishop staff and the chanting came to a stand still.  He mumbled something
almost unintelligible in Latin and the beautiful Candice knelt before him.
She took his flaccid member into her pretty little mouth and began to suck
it noisily as her pale fingers wrapped around his dark-skinned testicles,
lightly squeezing them while the fingers of her other hand began to
finger-fuck his stinking old shit hole.  The old priest groaned lewdly.  He
loved filthy sex - a pervert who never tired of fucking the youngest of
Christians...  fuck the fear of God into their little mouths, cunts and
assholes.  He especially adorned young boys...  sucking their little
erections was such a pleasure.  He hungered for the taste of their boyish
seed.  Yes, he needed some altar boys and soon.

   "Daemona secteris...  CHRIST BE FUCKED!!" chanted the witches.

   They too had begun to masturbate at seeing the elevation of the old
priest's cock.  Now fully erect, Candice only sucked upon the first six
inches of his foot-long cock.  The shape of his long shaft was clearly
visible inside her throat.  Candice stood up and Alicia took her turn to
fellate the fucking old man...  sucking him into her tiny mouth the looked
dwarfed by the size of his ugly veined organ.  Alicia sucked eagerly,
repeating the action of her Satanic Sister, rolling his heavy ball sacks in
one hand and fingering his filthy ass with the other.

   "OH YER!  JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!  GOD OF CUNTS!" Groaned the old priest,
his knobby old hands firmly holding Alicia's head in place, as he fucked
her face harder and harder.

   The audience of older witches, no longer satisfied with just fingers,
began to hump the long curved wooden dildos, lovely shaped into phalluses
of various lengths and girths, that extended upwards from the wooden pews.
They groaned in search of sexual satisfaction, taking the wooden dildoes
deeply into their wrinkly old cunts as the teenage girls and even younger
female children knelt before then sucking and licking their saggy old tits
and stiff and needy clitorises.

   It was time.  The old priest grunted and reluctantly dislodged himself
from Alicia's mouth.  He took his seat upon the thorn-like seat...  it's
base padded with cushioned leather, but with a hole wide enough at its base
for one of their youngest to be positioned beneath it.  The priest lowered
his saggy ass over the face of the child, so that her mouth could lick and
suck at his distained filthy asshole and grotesque testicles.  He groaned
in enjoyment as the young mouth made contact; now licking his crack and
penetrating his nasty sphincter.  Now he rested his forearms on the
armrests as he prepared to deflower the unholy virgin.

   The two sisters tongue-kissed with passion as they moved front and
centre.  Alicia was ready to receive the priest's cock.  There would be a
momentary pain, has he penetrated her hymen...  virgin blood would probably
drip downwards into the mouth of the child below...  and as he reached the
moment of climax and his semen shot upwards into her cunt...  Candice was
slit his fucking throat as her Satanic sister fucked the bloody dying
body...  they would all bathe in his blood, drink it for the Holy
Chalice... saying `this is the body and blood of Christ'.

   The sisterhood had taken it up another notch, some masturbating with
crucifixes with phallic crosspieces...  others with statues of Mother
Mary...  some simply copulated together...  but all eyes watched their
sister Candice as she masturbated with the long wooden handle of the
sacrificial knife that she would use at the appointed time.  They all
grimed sadistically, waiting for the climax of the high mass...  of blood
and semen in the name of their SUPREME GOD...  SATAN!

   Alicia stroked the priest's cock as she positioned herself above it.  It
felt huge...  its length and thickness, far to big to fit into her tight
little cunny.  She thought of the illustrations from the Book of Dark
Fantasies...  the young girl impaled upon the wooden dildo, so huge that it
would split her in two...  her cunt juices dripped...  she slid herself
over the dirty old fuck's body...  his white haired chest heaved...  he
looked like all cock and the rest was just skin and bones.  Its angry
purple head sank between her stretched labia.  She fingered her clitoris
sending pleasure signals, where the girth of his bulbous cock felt
uncomfortably lodged against her delicate hymen.  He wanted pleasure.  His
hands pressed down upon her narrow shoulders...  the vicious movement
thrust his cock six inches inside her, rupturing her virginity once and for
all as a smallest trickle of blood, no more than a thimble-full dripped
down the length of his enormous rod of flesh.  Now inside her tight fuck
tube...  the priest wanted to be balls deep...  let the little bitch
scream...  let his cock push upwards against her cervix...  it was the will
of Satan!

   "CHRIST BE FUCKED!!!" screamed the priest, his boney arms pushing Alicia
further downwards on his thick throbbing cock meat.

   "ARAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Alicia screamed, half in agony, half in pleasure...
she was after all half human and half demon.

   The demon half seemed to take over, while her human half had almost
passed out in moral pain.  Her demonic strength was more than that of the
old fucking priest.  She felt stuffed with dick.  Eight inches filled her
fuck tube.  She was going to take it all.  She lifted her almost weightless
body upwards over his rampant organ and then thrusting downwards, impaling
herself again and again and again...  each time, inch by inch, she worked
him, inside of her body until she was able to engulf his whole organ.  The
priest groaned in absolute pleasure.  She was so tight!  It was incredible.
He had fucked many young ones before, but never had he experience such
perverted bliss.  She slid up and down to the groans from the audience. 
They were all approaching orgasm...  as was the old fucking priest.  He
would cum and shoot his infertile old sperm up into her womb and then the
blood ritual would be done.  She could not wait.  Milk him.  Milk the
fucker...

   "I'm gonna cum...  URGGGHHHHH..." groaned the old priest.

   His saggy skinned face looked like it was about to burst, his eyeball
bulged and bloodshot, his hands tightly gripped the armrests as Alicia's
demonic body savagely thrust up and down the length of his enormous weapon,
taking him from balls-to-rectum and then back to the very tip of his knob,
so that it almost slipped out of her bloody hole.

   "HOLY CHRIST BE FUCKED!!  I...  I...  I...  I'M GONNA... 
UURGGGHHHHHHHH..." he screamed uncontrollably as his yellowish dead semen
sprayed the inside of Alicia virgin womb...  the knife travelled through
veins and muscles, like an invisible steal ghost...  blood sprayed like a
fountain as his screams drowned in bubbles of redness.  Alicia continued to
pound his meat as he began his death rattle...  it was all over for the old
fucking cock man...  the priest was choking on his own fluids...  DIE YOU
OLD FUCK!  She thought...  make me CUM SATAN!

   "AARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Alicia screamed at the top of her voice.

   xxxxx

   The morning light shone strongly through the grey cloudbank, it looked
inspirational and heavenly over the sleepy little village.  It was almost
mid morning and not a soul stirred.  Alicia, sat out on the veranda smoking
a cigarette.  She felt bruised and torn, but completely satisfied.  The
process of renewal was already in place.  There would be a new priest to
join their congregation, to take the place of the one that passed away. 
There would be no autopsy, no investigation...  stranger things happen in
the wilds.  Beasts were none to take child, older folks and even strong
young men in these parts.

   Candice sat down with her delicious young sister.  They kissed
passionately again.  Neither was dressed, their demonic bodies did not feel
the cold or the heat like the rest of us.  They only craved cock and each
other...  they were told that the new minister was well endowed.

   The end.  Or not?

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