Wednesday the 31st
They looked
at the old house, standing in the corner of the street, and smiled at each
other.
“It’s
perfect,” Dana said as she grabbed Chris’ arm and held it tightly. “And you’re sure it’s empty?”
“Has been for
three months, since old Mr Johnson died,” Chris said as he kissed his
girlfriend’s blonde hair, “It doesn’t even go on the market until next week, so
we can have our party right here.”
“You are a
frigging genius, Chris,” Dana said again as she hugged him even more. The six of them had wanted to append their
last Halloween at college somewhere special, so when Chris had told them about
the Johnson place it had seemed perfect.
“Tell the
others to be here at seven,” Chris said as he looked at Dana, “and bring the
food and drink with them.”
As Dana
walked up to the house at ten to seven that night, she was really looking
forward to the fun. She was wearing a
blue denim waistcoat over a brown sweater dress, with knee length leather boots
the same shade of chocolate brown, and a white scarf tied round her neck.
As she walked
up the stairs, the door opened and she saw Chris standing there. He was wearing a blue and red lumberjack
shirt over a white long sleeved top, jeans and sneakers.
“Come on in,”
he said to Dana as he held the door open, “the others will be here soon.”
As Dana
walked in, a curtain flicked in an upstairs bedroom, and then settled down
again...
“Wow,” Dana
said as they walked into the front room of the house, “I like the decor.” Chris had placed candles around the room, the
soft light reflecting on the white dust sheets that covered most of the
furniture. “Very spooky.”
“Glad you
like it,” Chris said as he put his arms round Dana’s neck, caressing her long
blonde hair as he kissed her. His plan
was interrupted, however, by a knock on the door. “That will be the others,” he whispered
quietly before kissing Dana and walking to the door.
“Hey Chris -
where’s the party,” Dana heard a loud male voice say, and she groaned as Bill
walked in - all six foot two of him, in his Rugby shirt and chinos, his cropped
hair and carrying two boxes of cans of lager.
“Hay Dana - nice dress,” he said as he put the boxed down and took a can
out, popping it and drinking it down his broad neck. “So who else is coming?”
“Well, I’m
here,” was the response, and the trio turned to see Emma, standing by the
doorway, her deep blue eyes looking at them from under her fringe. She was wearing a white vest top over a short
sleeved undershirt, very short and very tight denim shorts over a pair of black
leggings, and a pair of brown Ugg boots.
Her long black hair glistened in the candlelight as she looked at them.
“Very
spooky,” she said as she walked in and kissed Bill, “Perfect for tonight. Give me one of those, Bill - I need a drink.”
“Starting
early, aren’t we sis?”
Emma looked
over to see Bobby, her twin brother, standing in the doorway in his polo top
and trousers. With him, looking at the
group over her horn rimmed spectacles was Valerie his girlfriend. She was wearing a white cotton blouse and
knee length skirt, white socks and a pair of Mary Jane shoes, with her brown
hair arranged in pigtails that hung wither side of her head.
“My brother
the nerd,” Emma said as she drained the can.
“Come on, let’s get some music on.”
She produced an iPod stand, plugged it into the wall and then plugged in
her own device, the music blaring out as the group started to talk to each
other.
In the attic,
the three looked at each other, then at their own guest. Nodding, they settled to wait to see what
would happen...
“Oh come on,
Bobby, there are no such things as ghosts!”
Dana sat back
on the white sheet, drinking from the can as she looked at the young man. She liked Bobby, but he had some belief she
found hard to accept.
“Well, I
think there are - and I think this house is full of them. Can’t you hear that moaning?”
“It’s just
the wind through the old windows,” Chris said with a laugh.
“Or the after
effects of those burritos they served in the canteen at lunchtime,” Emma said
as she stood up. “I need to find the bog
in here - any idea Chris?”
“None whatsoever,”
he said as he threw a roll of toilet paper at her. “But when you find it, let us know all
right?”
“Sure,” Emma
said as she left the other five drinking and eating the pizzas that had just
been delivered. A look downstairs
revealed nothing, so she made her way up the old wooden staircase, wishing there
was some light up here as she eventually found the toilet.
Locking the
door, she sat herself down, but as she finished she heard a different sort of
moaning. It sounded lees like the wind,
and more as if someone was trying to say something, or in some sort of trouble.
“Hello,” Emma
said as she slowly opened the door. It
appeared to be empty, but there it was again, the low, keening sound of some
calling out but unable to say anything.
“Bill, if
this is your idea of a joke it’s in very poor taste,” she said as she came out
and closed the door behind her. There
was no reply, but as she listened the moans seemed to be coming from the end of
the corridor.
“Bill?” Emma
said as she slowly walked towards the door she could see there. The door looked ordinary, unimportant, but as
she placed her hand on the handle she could definitely tell the moans were
coming from the other side.
“Who’s
there,” she suddenly said as she sensed rather than saw someone moving behind
her. Before she had a chance to turn
round, however, a sheet was thrown over her head and she felt a pair of strong
arms grabbing her from behind.
“Bill, you
absolute ba...” Emma started to say as she felt something pulling the sheet
around her, forcing her arms into her side as it did so. Any further talk, however, was cut off when
she saw something pass in front of her shrouded eyes, and felt the sheet been
pulled into her mouth by something that was been passed around her head.
“Wjhtffkkk,”
was all she could see as she was physically picked up and carried, her boots
falling off as she kicked out at whatever had got her...
“She’s been
gone a long time - was the food really that bad at lunchtime?”
“How would
you knowm Bill - you were too busy throwing the funny ball round,”
Bill threw
the empty beer can at Bobby, who just swatted it to the side as he sat with his
arm round Valerie. “You’re right,
though - she should have been back by now.
Want me to go and look for her?”
“Nah - I’ll
go,” Bill said as he stood up and stretched, “I need to do something up there
anyway. Save that last slice of
Pepperoni for me.”
As he walked
out of the room, Chris looked at Bobby.
“One of these days he is going to knock your block off if you keep
teasing him like that.” Bobby just shook
his head, before saying “Emma won’t let him - and besides, he is a
lunkhead.” Both Valerie and Dana had to
laugh at that, as they heard his footfall on the old stairs.
Finding the
toilet, Bill spent a few moments in quiet contemplation, before coming back
at. As he did so, he glanced to his
right and saw a pair of brown Ugg boots on the floor, lying on their side.
“Funny,” he
said as he bent down and picked them up, “why would Emma kick them off?” He looked up and down the corridor, and
noticed that one of the room doors was slightly ajar.
“Oh you foxy
little thing,” Bill said as he walked towards the door, “I bet you’re just
waiting there for me to come and take you, aren’t you?” He pushed the door open and walked in,
expecting to see his girlfriend lying on the bed.
Emma was
indeed lying on the bed - but not as he expected to see her. She was staring at him, her eyes wide over
the large cloth that had been stuffed into her mouth and secured in place with
a length of rope. Her arms and legs were
tied to the four corners of the bed, the ropes digging into the bare skin of
her wrist and ankles as she tried to twist out of the way.
“Gtttfhrrr”
she screamed as she looked at the football player, but instead of turning and
getting help he did what he thought he had to do - try to rescue her. As a result, he did not see the heavy bat
until it connected with the back of his head, and he feel senseless to the
floor, Emma screaming as he crumpled like a sack of potatoes. The two people behind him looked at Emma,
then silently picked the limp body up and carried it towards the bed, Emma
staring at them as they approached...
“Did you hear
that,” Dana said as the thump reverberated through the ceiling and down to the
room below.
“Probably
Emma and bill having some fun,” Valerie said as she took another can and opened
it, “They’re worse than a bull in heat at times.”
“Hmmm,” Bobby
said as he looked up at the ceiling.
“Still that was an awfully big thud.
Let’s give them a little while and...”
This time
they all heard it - someone was moaning, and the sound was coming from
somewhere else in the house. The four
looked at each other, before Valerie said “There... There really is no such thing as ghosts,
right?”
“Of course
there are not,” Chris said, but Dana had noticed how his arm had gripped her
shoulder more tightly as he said this - and she liked that. She rested her head on his shoulder and
stroked his chest as she said “It’s just the wind outside rattling the old
timbers - that’s all.”
“Still,”
Bobby said as he stood up, “I need a drink of water. Do you think the taps will work in the
kitchen, Chris?”
“They should
do - but what will you use for a glass?”
Bobby just waved away the question as he headed out of the room and
towards the rear of the house, a candle in his hand.
The kitchen
was dark, but he could see through the moonlight that shone through the window
the sink, and an old glass sitting by the side.
Turning the cold tap on, he let it run for a few minutes before rinsing
the glass out, then filling it and turning the tap off. As he raised it to his lips and drank the
water, he caught a glimpse of something in the glass in the window.
Bobby stood
there, the glass raised to his lips as he stared at the image. Over his right shoulder was someone with a
white sheet over their head, looking at him with their head evidently cocked to
one side.
Whoever it
was, they were too small to be Bill, so Bobby smiled and said “Nice try, sis,
but I know you’re not a ghost.” The
figure said nothing, but instead slowly raised its hand, looking at Bobby the
whole time.
Bobby stared
at the hand now pointing at him, and whispered “Oh shit” as he slowly put his
glass on the work surface, the figure gliding silently across the floor towards
him...
“This is
getting boring,” Valerie said as she stood up, “why don’t we explore this old
place. It’s obvious Emma and Bill are
having fun somewhere else, and Bobby has probably gone walkabout as well.”
“All right,”
Dana said as she stood up, “just so long as you’re not scared of walking round
a big, spooky house by yourself.”
“Oh come on -
those old films don’t scare me,” Valerie said as the three of them walked to
the door to the hallway. “We’ll meet up
back here in half an hour and tell each other what we have found, all right?”
“Agreed,” Chris
said, “I’m going to head upstairs. What
about you two?”
“I’m going to
look in the other rooms,” Dana said, while Valerie said nothing, heading as she
was for the kitchen. As she walked in,
she was surprised to see Chris sitting in an old wooden chair, his back to her.
“Well, there
you are,” she said in a sultry voice as she walked towards him, “What
kept...” She stopped as she walked in
front of him, and saw his heavily taped mouth, his wide open eyes full of
panic, and the rope around his wrists and ankles as he sat there.
“Oh my god,”
she whispered softly as she looked at him.
“You... You look so ravishing
sitting there. I had no idea you were
into this.” She took off her glasses and
leaned over, kissing bobby on his gagged mouth as she sat across his lap, her
bottom grinding against him as she did so.
For his part,
Bobby said “Mggggghlpppp”, but as his bound hands rubbed against Valerie he
started to moan as well, feeling her as will as himself react. He did not even have time to warn his
girlfriend when her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her back by the
shrouded stranger.
“Oh that
feels good,” she said as she felt the rope binding her wrists, then watched as
Bobby’s arms were passed over her body, forcing her against him as their wrists
were secured to each other. He saw
Valerie smile, and despite himself his lips broke into a smile under the tape
covering, as he rubbed against her while her legs were taken round his waist.
Chris slowly
walked down the corridor, looking from room to room as he did so, but there was
no sign of anyone. As he stopped by the
toilet, he saw Emma’s boots placed on the floor, with Bill’s sneakers next to
them.
“Well, at least
you two are having fun,” he said, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he
felt a hand lightly touching his shoulder.
“DON’T DO
THAT!” he screamed as he turned and grabbed Dana, who had somehow managed to
sneak up behind him. She giggled and smiled
before starting to kiss him, their lips locked together for a few minutes
before Chris said 2Do you think the others are having fun as well?”
“Could be,”
Dana whispered as they walked down the corridor. Stopping outside one Dorr, they put their
ears to the door and heard the moaning.
“They are
having fun,” Chirrs said as they left the door closed. Had they opened it, however, they would have
seen Bill lying face down on top of Emma, his wrist secured together behind his
back and his legs lashed to each other as he lay between Emma’s legs. He was also gagged with a cloth that was held
in place with rope wrapped round his head, and was moaning as the two tried to
stop moving against each other...
Walking
towards the end of the corridor, they stopped and listened. “Hey,” Dana said as she looked at Chris, “It
does sound as if there is something up there.”
The soft thud that they heard seemed to confirm that.
“It doesn’t
sound like the wind,” Chris said as he listened at the door. “Where’s your phone?”
“In my
handbag, why?”
“Come on - I
want to call Dad and see if he has heard any stories about this place.” They turned and walked down the corridor, not
noticing the two figures that crept silently out of the room and followed them
down...
“Want to see
what Valerie and Bobby are up to,” Chris said as they reached the bottom of the
staircase.
“Nah - you go
and see if they’re still in the kitchen and I’ll get my phone,” Dana said as
she walked to the room they had been using.
Chris smiled as he walked towards the kitchen, saying “What are you two
up to?” as he walked in.
Valerie
looked at Chris as he stood there, then returned to nuzzling Bobby’s neck with her
tape covered mouth. “What the...” Chris
said as he walked round and saw the ropes that were holding the two tightly
together, and the way Valerie’s ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair.
“Who did this
to you,” Chris eventually said as he looked at Bobby, whose eyes were glazed
over as he moaned softly into his own gag.
Before he got an answer, however, he heard Dana scream, and ran out of the
room, leaving the two bound lovers to their own devices.
“Dana!” Chris
shouted as he ran into the room, only to see her standing in hr centre of the
room, her hands on her head as she looked at him. As he stared back at her, he felt a small
cold circle pressing against his back, and saw a grey figure standing behind
her.
“What’s going
on,” Chris said as he looked at the frightened girl. “I don’t know,” Dana said, her voice trembling,
“I came in and saw the two figures standing there. I screamed, then they made me wait here for
you. What’s going on Chris?”
Before he
could react, he felt a firm hand gripping his shoulder and pushing him
down. As he dropped to his knees, he saw
the same thing been done to Dana, and then felt his hands been pulled behind his
back.
“What do you
think you’re doing,” he shouted out as he felt his wrist been crossed, and then
rope been tied tightly round them. “I’m
sacred Chris,” he heard Dana say, and as he looked over he could se the same thing
was been done to her, the figure securing her arms together behind her back.
For her part,
Dana was frightened, too frightened to move as she felt more rope been passed
around her arms and body, and felt the material of her dress been stretched
over her breasts as her arms were pulled tightly into her sides. She could see the way this new binding was forcing
her chest up and out, but as she looked over at her boyfriend her eyes grew
wider as she saw the way the rope made his body seemed larger, more inviting then
it usually was to her.
“She wondered
if Chris was thinking the same thing as she was, and one look at the way his
eyes were fixed not on her face, but on her rapidly more visible chest told her
the answer she wanted to hear. “Kinky,”
she thought to herself as she heard Chris say “Don’t worry Dana - I’ll find a
way to get us out of OOFffff.”
His gasp came
as he felt himself been pushed forward onto the floor, and he looked up to see
Dana in a similar position, looking at him as she heard a squeaking sound from
behind her. The source of the sound soon
became clear as she felt her ankles been crossed and pulled tightly together,
and Chris could see the grey rope as it pulled against the dark brown leather
in the rapidly dimming candle light.
“Did you find
Valerie and Bobby,” Dana grunted as she felt her legs been pulled together below
her knees. “Yeah,” Chris gasped as his
own legs were bound in place, “They must have got them earlier, and I think
Emma and Bobby may be in the same pickle.”
“Who are
they, though - they’re not ghosts?”
“No idea -
but I mmmdsmmmsmsd.” Chris could not
answer as a cloth was stuffed into his mouth, and then a scarf pulled between
his lips to hold it in place. He watched
as Dana was gagged in the same way , and then felt his heels touching his
bottom as he was placed in a tight hogtie, Dana’s boots squeaking even more as
the same was done to her.
“Rullrrtt,”
Chris said as he looked at his girlfriend, who nodded despite the look of fear
in her eyes. He wriggled closer to her
and pressed his head against her, in an attempt to comfort her. They lay there, trying to comfort each other
as the figures seemed to melt into the fading and rapidly guttering candle
light....
“We had no choice - we left the three
couple together, then moved Mrs Carr and her daughter to a different safe
house. I would respectfully ask that
further checks are made before such an operation is executed.”
The three men looked at the three young
people seated at the other side of the table.
They were professionally dressed, the men in dark suits with crisp white
shirts and dark ties, while the woman was wearing a light blue jacket and skirt
with a cream silk camisole under the jacket.
“So noted,” the man in the centre of
the other trio said, “but you showed great initiative in dealing with unexpected
additional guests. The fact you made use
of the fact it was Halloween further shows your quick thinking. I am pleased to say that you have all passed
your final examination.”
The man stood up and extended his
hand. “Welcome,” he said with a broad
smile on his face, “Welcome to the Burglar’s Association...”
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