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- Feb 7, 2011
Man, how did she get dragged into this? A sigh left her pale scared lips as she pulled on a hoodie over her other sweater and t-shirt. It was going to be cold in that old house with no heat, and with the rain coming down she was probably going to get wet. Pulling her hood up over her red hair, she walked down the stairs of her house. She lost a bet at the Friday night bowling tournament and now she was on her way to stay the night in a creepy old place all by herself that everyone suspected was haunted.
Pausing half way down the stairs she shook her head and turned. 'Am I crazy?" she asked herself outloud as she stopped at the stop. "No, I have to do this, I'm not a scardy cat.." She walked half way down the stairs again and stopped. "Yeah, but it's haunted." The conversation with herself kept up until she heard a car honk outside her front door. It was too late to turn back.
Her green eyes watched the stairs as she walked down the rest of them, stepping out into the electric air she locked the door and walked down the walkway to the little red convertable, with the top up of course. The people inside exchanged a few words of exciment, one even trying to cheer her up.
The ride there seemed forever, and short all at the same time. She wondered if that was even possible. Sitting out side in the car she stared at the creepy old house with a "for sale" sign, overgrown with moss and vines; clearly no one had been here in a very long time.
"Go on Sophie you'll be fine." they told her, half pushing, half coaxing her out of the car. Once she was standing on the street, they waved on her to go. There was going to be no way out of this.
Walking up the stairs to the house, she glanced back at them. Once she saw them wave, she found the spare key under the door mat and then let herself into the house. Thunder boomed over her and then she heard her friends take off once they saw her enter the house. Sighing she turned to leave and then watched the rain pour down.
She was going no where tonight.
While the mansion was deserted and depressing looking from the outside, the first glimpse of the interior was surprising. It was fully furnished, in an almost garish mix of traditional and modern styles. Despite the months, even years of disuse, there was little appearance of dust and cobwebs, almost as if someone was keeping the place up, at least inside.
The entrance way opened into a large lounge area, with chairs and couches arranged somewhat around a large unlit fireplace in the far wall. There was a bar near another wall, and a grand piano in one corner. Paintings in an impressionist style lined the walls, most of them of women in various states of undress.
On the opposite side of the lounge, she could see a hallway that led to other rooms and a kitchen on the main floor, and a broad stairway that led to the second floor, with its bedrooms and such, no doubt. She would find the plumbing and fixtures surprisingly modern and luxurious, and fully functioning. A door under the stairs looked like it would lead down into the basement, and whatever strange rooms might be down there.
As she entered, a grandfather clock started tolling the hour, adding a curious aura of doom to her little adventure. Still, the house seemed to beckon her to explore.
She glanced around and explored a little bit. When she saw the grand piano she tried to hold down her exciment and stop herself from squealing like a little girl. She needed to know the place first, then she would come back and play the piano.
Walking around in the giant circle that the house was, she checked over her shoulder once in a while and then explored the bedroomrs upstairs. She noticed there was a certain creepy lack of dust to the place, plus the beds looked like they were all freshly washed. It was definetly creepy.
Chewing on her lip silently she nearly jumped out of her skin as the grandfather clock tolled the hour. She wasn't one to be spooked by things but this place was definetly creepy. Swallowing thickly she explored the rest of the upstairs and began to make her way do the bottom level again, where she came in.
The bedrooms on the second floor were large and luxurious. The master bedroom was particularly impressive, dominated by a huge round bed that could have held several people at once, with a broad mirror across the ceiling to reflect whatever activities might be going on upon it. It was surrounded by large bureaus that might hold clothing but actually held a variety of sex toys. The walk in closet was stocked with a full complement of men's and women's clothes sheathed in plastic wrap to keep them fresh.
The bathroom off the master bedroom was equally fine, with an open shower with multiple nozzles and hand held attachments. The mirrored make-up bench seated three, and the table was still covered with not only cosmetics, but full body make-up perhaps suitable for theatrical use. There was also a large claw-footed bath deep and long enough to be shared by at least two comfortably.
Two other doors led from the bathroom. One opened into a room filled with a large hot tub. The tub was covered by insulated cushions, and she could feel heat from underneath them, making no sense to her without power to the deserted house. The other room led to a sauna room, with three tiers of wooden benches one could use to sit or stretch out. Again, there was a aura of latent heat in the room, as if the heating unit could be turned on at any time.
As she wandered the upstairs, she could hear the rain clattering on the roof above her, hard and unceasing. An occasional clap of thunder would startle her, and the whole atmosphere made her think she could hear things underneath the white noise of the rain. It almost sounded like a chorus of faint feminine sighs or moans. Probably just the house beams swelling from the rain.
She was back downstairs when another flash of lightning and blast of thunder was so close, it almost seemed to strike the house. The electical lights flickered several times on and off, then went back to darkness. But there was more illumination down here now, she noted, then realized that the fireplace in the lounge was now lit and blazing with comforting heat, and an array of candles were now burning throughout the house.
She was fairly creeped out as she found the hot tub and the sauna. Feeling the warmth that was waiting to be radiated from them once more. Checking the closet, she stared at all the clothes and then couldn't help but search through them. She found most of them to be rather skanky but some were classy dresses and suits.
Making a humming noise, she left the closet and explored the next few bedrooms, finding them all fairly the same, with different themes. She didn't feel right going through the dresses and figuring they were empty she left them alone. She was already warily enough that she was going to find a dead body in the house as it was. Although the house was supposed to be abandoned everything pointed to that someone was living there? Did that mean they were still in the house somewhere? Where they watching her?
"Calm down Sophie theres no one here." she told herself out loud as she continued to explore. Heading into one of the bathrooms she ran her hand over the clawed tub imagining what it would be like to take a bath in such luxury. At her home she didn't have a bathtub, just a stand up shower since the bathroom was so small. She looked at all the attachments on the bath wondering what they did and then noticed the make up tables. Was this a house for actors? It sure looked that way, although with the sexy slutty clothing it didn't all make sense to her.
Pausing at the top of the stairs and thinking that the whole upstairs had been complete she noticed for a moment just how quiet the house was, and how loud the rain and thunder was. Jumping a bit she scurried back downstairs. She was half way down the stairs when the lights flickered and then failed completly. IF it was one thing she couldn't handle it was darkness. Although she wasn't plunged into complete darkness. The sound of a crackling fire caught her ears, and the light from it flooded out of the foyer.
Holding on to the railing a little harder, she slipped down from the stairs, and peered around the corner into the large room, seeing the crackling fire, warming and lighting the room as well as all the candles that were lit. Someone was in here, she needed to leave. Fear tore itself through her stomach and heart as she quickly dashed past the large double doors and grabbed her over night bag she left by the front door. Searching around she grabbed the handle and twisted it to try and open the door.
The handle was frozen; the door was stuck fast. She could not budge it the slightest. Behind her, she barely heard the sounds of soft jazz from the lounge and muffled voices. From the door to the basement was more music, this time a sort of light funky soul, that sounded rather dated, like from the eighties. The hint of voices from the basement stairs was like moans and sighs.
The lights flickered again with a thunder crash. This time a few of them stayed on, but not enough to overcome the flickering glow of the candles. It seemed like the whole house was being lit by a large number of them. Under other circumstances it might have been romantic. She could smell the aroma of scented candles, burning cedar logs, plus a heady mix of aromas of body lotions and perfumes.
She yanked and tugged, freaking out a bit as she realized the handle was stuck and she was unable to open it.
Turning around she held fast to her bag as she heard the voices and jumped when the lights flickered. Lifting her chin she watched a few of them come on, although it wasn't enough she wished more would. Swallowing thick saliva she moved towards the lounge again where she heard the voices. Maybe someone could let her know how to get out of the house. Poking her head into the place she looked around expecting to see someone or at least a group of people considering the muffled noises. Finding no one she decided to try the basement where she heard more music and louder voices.
Holding onto her sweater she headed for the basement stairs, thinking this was a really bad horror movie. She knew she shouldn't go down there but curiosity was getting the better of her. Still holding onto her knapsack she headed down the stairs to the basement to investigate.
There were lights as she reached the base of the stairs. While the stairwell was narrow, it opened out at the bottom and turned left into a long corridor, probably running the length of the house. The overhead lights were tinted red, giving a glow that was either eerie or suggestive and sensual, depending on the circumstances. The music seemed to be coming from the end of the corridor.
Moving down the hallway, there were open doors spaced out to the right. One led into a billiard room, dominated by a large pool table, with racks for the cues on the wall. The next room contained games: foosball, a couple of pinball machines that rang and flashed suggestively, apparently fully powered, as well as an electronic shooting game. There was even a ping-pong table in there. The next room smaller, with a bar built by the far wall, and an eight-sided poker table in the middle, complete with chairs and built in ashtrays and drink holders. A cut-out in the table seemed designed for a standing dealer, with room for seven other players around the table.
The next room seemed to be a mini theater room. About twenty movie house style seats were arranged in three tiers, facing a large screen against the far wall. There was a short set of stairs by the entrance, leading up to a closed off projection room, with equipment to run DVD's, video tapes, and even reel-to-reel film.
The sound of the music was getting louder towards the final room at the end of the corridor. It was a long gap from the previous room to the last. In that room, there were thick futons, pillows, and cushions nearly covering the entire floor. Speakers all around the room played the music, but mixed in with the soundtrack were moans and sighs. And, if she looked carefully, she could see the cushions bulging and pressed down, as if invisible bodies were moving around upon them.
Pausing half way down the stairs she shook her head and turned. 'Am I crazy?" she asked herself outloud as she stopped at the stop. "No, I have to do this, I'm not a scardy cat.." She walked half way down the stairs again and stopped. "Yeah, but it's haunted." The conversation with herself kept up until she heard a car honk outside her front door. It was too late to turn back.
Her green eyes watched the stairs as she walked down the rest of them, stepping out into the electric air she locked the door and walked down the walkway to the little red convertable, with the top up of course. The people inside exchanged a few words of exciment, one even trying to cheer her up.
The ride there seemed forever, and short all at the same time. She wondered if that was even possible. Sitting out side in the car she stared at the creepy old house with a "for sale" sign, overgrown with moss and vines; clearly no one had been here in a very long time.
"Go on Sophie you'll be fine." they told her, half pushing, half coaxing her out of the car. Once she was standing on the street, they waved on her to go. There was going to be no way out of this.
Walking up the stairs to the house, she glanced back at them. Once she saw them wave, she found the spare key under the door mat and then let herself into the house. Thunder boomed over her and then she heard her friends take off once they saw her enter the house. Sighing she turned to leave and then watched the rain pour down.
She was going no where tonight.
While the mansion was deserted and depressing looking from the outside, the first glimpse of the interior was surprising. It was fully furnished, in an almost garish mix of traditional and modern styles. Despite the months, even years of disuse, there was little appearance of dust and cobwebs, almost as if someone was keeping the place up, at least inside.
The entrance way opened into a large lounge area, with chairs and couches arranged somewhat around a large unlit fireplace in the far wall. There was a bar near another wall, and a grand piano in one corner. Paintings in an impressionist style lined the walls, most of them of women in various states of undress.
On the opposite side of the lounge, she could see a hallway that led to other rooms and a kitchen on the main floor, and a broad stairway that led to the second floor, with its bedrooms and such, no doubt. She would find the plumbing and fixtures surprisingly modern and luxurious, and fully functioning. A door under the stairs looked like it would lead down into the basement, and whatever strange rooms might be down there.
As she entered, a grandfather clock started tolling the hour, adding a curious aura of doom to her little adventure. Still, the house seemed to beckon her to explore.
She glanced around and explored a little bit. When she saw the grand piano she tried to hold down her exciment and stop herself from squealing like a little girl. She needed to know the place first, then she would come back and play the piano.
Walking around in the giant circle that the house was, she checked over her shoulder once in a while and then explored the bedroomrs upstairs. She noticed there was a certain creepy lack of dust to the place, plus the beds looked like they were all freshly washed. It was definetly creepy.
Chewing on her lip silently she nearly jumped out of her skin as the grandfather clock tolled the hour. She wasn't one to be spooked by things but this place was definetly creepy. Swallowing thickly she explored the rest of the upstairs and began to make her way do the bottom level again, where she came in.
The bedrooms on the second floor were large and luxurious. The master bedroom was particularly impressive, dominated by a huge round bed that could have held several people at once, with a broad mirror across the ceiling to reflect whatever activities might be going on upon it. It was surrounded by large bureaus that might hold clothing but actually held a variety of sex toys. The walk in closet was stocked with a full complement of men's and women's clothes sheathed in plastic wrap to keep them fresh.
The bathroom off the master bedroom was equally fine, with an open shower with multiple nozzles and hand held attachments. The mirrored make-up bench seated three, and the table was still covered with not only cosmetics, but full body make-up perhaps suitable for theatrical use. There was also a large claw-footed bath deep and long enough to be shared by at least two comfortably.
Two other doors led from the bathroom. One opened into a room filled with a large hot tub. The tub was covered by insulated cushions, and she could feel heat from underneath them, making no sense to her without power to the deserted house. The other room led to a sauna room, with three tiers of wooden benches one could use to sit or stretch out. Again, there was a aura of latent heat in the room, as if the heating unit could be turned on at any time.
As she wandered the upstairs, she could hear the rain clattering on the roof above her, hard and unceasing. An occasional clap of thunder would startle her, and the whole atmosphere made her think she could hear things underneath the white noise of the rain. It almost sounded like a chorus of faint feminine sighs or moans. Probably just the house beams swelling from the rain.
She was back downstairs when another flash of lightning and blast of thunder was so close, it almost seemed to strike the house. The electical lights flickered several times on and off, then went back to darkness. But there was more illumination down here now, she noted, then realized that the fireplace in the lounge was now lit and blazing with comforting heat, and an array of candles were now burning throughout the house.
She was fairly creeped out as she found the hot tub and the sauna. Feeling the warmth that was waiting to be radiated from them once more. Checking the closet, she stared at all the clothes and then couldn't help but search through them. She found most of them to be rather skanky but some were classy dresses and suits.
Making a humming noise, she left the closet and explored the next few bedrooms, finding them all fairly the same, with different themes. She didn't feel right going through the dresses and figuring they were empty she left them alone. She was already warily enough that she was going to find a dead body in the house as it was. Although the house was supposed to be abandoned everything pointed to that someone was living there? Did that mean they were still in the house somewhere? Where they watching her?
"Calm down Sophie theres no one here." she told herself out loud as she continued to explore. Heading into one of the bathrooms she ran her hand over the clawed tub imagining what it would be like to take a bath in such luxury. At her home she didn't have a bathtub, just a stand up shower since the bathroom was so small. She looked at all the attachments on the bath wondering what they did and then noticed the make up tables. Was this a house for actors? It sure looked that way, although with the sexy slutty clothing it didn't all make sense to her.
Pausing at the top of the stairs and thinking that the whole upstairs had been complete she noticed for a moment just how quiet the house was, and how loud the rain and thunder was. Jumping a bit she scurried back downstairs. She was half way down the stairs when the lights flickered and then failed completly. IF it was one thing she couldn't handle it was darkness. Although she wasn't plunged into complete darkness. The sound of a crackling fire caught her ears, and the light from it flooded out of the foyer.
Holding on to the railing a little harder, she slipped down from the stairs, and peered around the corner into the large room, seeing the crackling fire, warming and lighting the room as well as all the candles that were lit. Someone was in here, she needed to leave. Fear tore itself through her stomach and heart as she quickly dashed past the large double doors and grabbed her over night bag she left by the front door. Searching around she grabbed the handle and twisted it to try and open the door.
The handle was frozen; the door was stuck fast. She could not budge it the slightest. Behind her, she barely heard the sounds of soft jazz from the lounge and muffled voices. From the door to the basement was more music, this time a sort of light funky soul, that sounded rather dated, like from the eighties. The hint of voices from the basement stairs was like moans and sighs.
The lights flickered again with a thunder crash. This time a few of them stayed on, but not enough to overcome the flickering glow of the candles. It seemed like the whole house was being lit by a large number of them. Under other circumstances it might have been romantic. She could smell the aroma of scented candles, burning cedar logs, plus a heady mix of aromas of body lotions and perfumes.
She yanked and tugged, freaking out a bit as she realized the handle was stuck and she was unable to open it.
Turning around she held fast to her bag as she heard the voices and jumped when the lights flickered. Lifting her chin she watched a few of them come on, although it wasn't enough she wished more would. Swallowing thick saliva she moved towards the lounge again where she heard the voices. Maybe someone could let her know how to get out of the house. Poking her head into the place she looked around expecting to see someone or at least a group of people considering the muffled noises. Finding no one she decided to try the basement where she heard more music and louder voices.
Holding onto her sweater she headed for the basement stairs, thinking this was a really bad horror movie. She knew she shouldn't go down there but curiosity was getting the better of her. Still holding onto her knapsack she headed down the stairs to the basement to investigate.
There were lights as she reached the base of the stairs. While the stairwell was narrow, it opened out at the bottom and turned left into a long corridor, probably running the length of the house. The overhead lights were tinted red, giving a glow that was either eerie or suggestive and sensual, depending on the circumstances. The music seemed to be coming from the end of the corridor.
Moving down the hallway, there were open doors spaced out to the right. One led into a billiard room, dominated by a large pool table, with racks for the cues on the wall. The next room contained games: foosball, a couple of pinball machines that rang and flashed suggestively, apparently fully powered, as well as an electronic shooting game. There was even a ping-pong table in there. The next room smaller, with a bar built by the far wall, and an eight-sided poker table in the middle, complete with chairs and built in ashtrays and drink holders. A cut-out in the table seemed designed for a standing dealer, with room for seven other players around the table.
The next room seemed to be a mini theater room. About twenty movie house style seats were arranged in three tiers, facing a large screen against the far wall. There was a short set of stairs by the entrance, leading up to a closed off projection room, with equipment to run DVD's, video tapes, and even reel-to-reel film.
The sound of the music was getting louder towards the final room at the end of the corridor. It was a long gap from the previous room to the last. In that room, there were thick futons, pillows, and cushions nearly covering the entire floor. Speakers all around the room played the music, but mixed in with the soundtrack were moans and sighs. And, if she looked carefully, she could see the cushions bulging and pressed down, as if invisible bodies were moving around upon them.