Haunted House

[amon_darknight]

Johna

Johna: Rat Meat, Bugs???? I think i will pass on that, that is disgusting. What will it take for the other ghosts to be happy and leave, adn what will make you happy? If I wanted to, could i open the door adn leave this place, or am i trapped.

*sits on teh floor looking to the ghost, he pulls a smoke out and outs it to his mouth*

Johna:you dont mind do you?

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

Johna:why do you want company, and why did you seek me out?

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

Her glance encompassed him once more as her hand began to shake on the paper. His revulsion seemed to disturb her more tha anything, but then this was a fight she had probably had with herself several years ago.

"You can't make us go away," she said, sadly. "There's nowhere for us to go to. Believe me, if there was I would have gone already. And as to making the rest of the ghosts happy... you... you will do that... when they kill you."

She was crying openly now, probably reliving what had happened to her. "They only ever let one person leave, and that's so that the house will be sold on. Anyone who tries to leave before then simple ends up walking back into the house through the other gate. I don't know how Michael controls that. I... I never found out."

Her eyes cast back down to the paper and she continued writing. It seemed to the a safety blanket to her, a way of staying in control despite her inner turmoil.

"Smoke if you want," she said with an ironic smile. "I used to object when I was alive... but somehow death gives you a whole new perspective on things."

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*stands up adn walks over to you and looks as if he wants to hold you, but he stands there right infront of you*

Johna:well if you protested than, i will respect taht adn not smoke here. Is there any way to kill Micheal, hurt him or something to stop him? I will stay with you as long as you want me

*you hear something dripping adn you see his fists are blooided and are dripping blood on the ground*

Johna:My father and my "half"sister are upstairs, they have both stabbed me in the back, i am heart broken, i never wanted that to happen to my sister. My father is a sick fuck, he robs the cradle, and my sister lets him do this. I want to kill him and take my sister to a safe place. Is there anywhere in this house that is safe, am i safe with you? Dont take any offense, but wont other ghosts come over here and possible hurt you, my dear?

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

She listened to him speak, smiling slightly when he said that he would respect what she used to feel. It was rare the living were so gentile, especially towards ghosts. Then his statement about his father and half-sister came. She blinked in obvious sorrow.

"My father was the one who left me here to die. I was wounded at the time, but not dead. He made a deal with Michael that he could have me if he'd let my father free..."

She paused before answering the other question. "You can stay out here on the veranda with me if you want. I've never seen any other ghost come out here. Frankly, they find me boring. And that is fine by me. If it is a choice between the two, I'd rather be alone than with them..."

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*smiles back at her*

Johna:i feel so sae with you here, i dont know what it is, i will stay with you here, you are not cold or anything are you?

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

She chuckled softly at his concern. "No, sweet living one. No I am never cold. You do not feel heat or cold when you die, at least, not unless that was part of what killed you or part of what makes you you."

Her pen skritched across the paper as she wrote on in silence, never stopping, never looking away.

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

Johnah, i should have known that, can i ask what you are writting?

*he gets right next to you*

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

She looked at him quickly, before returning to her pad. "It's just my journal. It helps to pass the time. Alone as I am, it's become something of a habit to write, even when there is nothing knew to write down."

Johna's eye fell on the page and saw the word's written there.

June 30th,

The books in the library may be my only hope of escape. I do not know if they contain any useful information, but they are a good source of the history of the house. Father went into Michael's basement today, leaving me here. I fear I shall ever see him again.

June 30th,

The books in the library may be my only hope of escape. I do not know if they contain any useful information, but they are a good source of the history of the house. Father went into Michael's basement today, leaving me here. I fear I shall ever see him again.

June 30th,

The books in the library may be my only hope of escape. I do not know if they contain any useful information, but they are a good source of the history of the house. Father went into Michael's basement today, leaving me here. I fear I shall ever see him again.

June 30th,

The books in the library may be my only hope of escape. I do not know if they contain any useful information, but they are a good source of the history of the house. Father went into Michael's basement today, leaving me here. I fear I shall ever see him again.



And so it continued across at least the two pages he could see.

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*looked on at the pages she wrote and seeing the paragraph written over and over again, he has a confused look on his face*

Johna: Why did you write the same thing over and over again, im sorry for looking over your shoulder, but i am very interested in you, not because you are a ghost, but more you are not a ghost to me, you want me around and you are not telling me to go away, that is a first, even my own sister told me that. Would you like me to take you to the libray, or what

*he thinks to himself- she is so beautiful, she cant be a ghost, she has to be real, so intelligent and caring, my god, if she is a ghost, why did God do such a thing to such a beautiful woman. You can see he is getting angry in his thoughts as he tunrs around and walks back to the wall and punches it hard again, drawing more blood from his fist*

Johna: It is not fair, for such a beautiful and caring woman like you to be trapped in here, why, i will set you free, im sorry i never got your name, my name is Johna.

*he extends his hand to you in a warm handshake*

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

She looked at him mournfully, shaking his hand with a great sadness on her face. "My name was Maribella," she said softly, "Though nobody has called me that in many years. The ghosts just call me Lonely or Lonely Heart, which adequately sums up my existence."

She glanced down at the page, as if unaware that she had been repeating her words. Her brow knitted into a frown of puzzlement. Then she spoke in broken, nervous phrases.

"This... this is the journal of my last day alive... Since then... nothing has changed... It is the last thing I know."

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*shkes her hand and loves the feelings of her soft hand*

Johna: Its nice to meet you Maribella, you cant write anymore or something, liek i offered before, would you liek me to take you to the libray?

*looks at her and smiles, someting he has not done since his wife to be left him*

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

Another sigh, and a sob, parted her lips at his offer. "Johna, I have tried the library... I did not find anything there useful in helping me escape. It could be that I simply failed to find the right book, but now it is too late. I died here, Johna, and now I am bound to this place. I have no existance outside of this house. I never will have."

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*he thinks hard of what he is about to say*

Johna: I know its really stupid for me to say this, cause we dont know eachother and stuff. But i think i am falling in love with you.....

*just as he says that he falls to the ground and passes out, he lays there on the ground*

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

She watched in sadness as he fell. Had he died? No, she would have felt it if another soul had joined the house. Then he had fainted. It may be hunger, or thirst or simply the horror of the situation. She moved over to where he lay and felt his flesh, slightly pallid even to a ghostly touch. But what could she do? She was not like Michael, who could twist a body so that it responded no matter what. All she did was write. She ran her hands over his cheeks and muttered words of begging, that he may come back to her.

 

[Guest]

Johna

*lays there motionless, his thoughts are when he is passed out-*

man that Maribella girl is so beautiful, she shows much care for someone she does not even know, if i were to tell her that i was crazed cause i lost my wife to be, cause i threw her father in Jail for the next 20 lifetimes, adn i killed her brother for drugs, but it was not his fault, i was undercover, but i fell in love with her anyways adn than i had to bust her father and her brother, adn her father went down easy adn than he adn her brother went on a state to state man hunt and i finnaly killed him with my fav hand guns, and now that i have lost my sister and my father, i did not loose them in death, but in pure hatred, i do not hate my sister, more i hate and want my father dead, my sister simply decided who she wanted in life to protect her, adn that recked my heart that was not really there. Now this Maribelle woman, is here talking to me, she is so beautiful, but she claims she is a ghost, but to me she is full of life, i want to be with her, i think i am falling for her. But i am now in this strange trance cause of how bad i am with the ladies. I guess i will have to wake up soon, she is calling me. I love to hear her voice

 

[BadForm]

Lonely Heart

She knelt over him, trying to find anything she could do, but there was nothing. Nothing that she knew of anyhow. She was no doctor, just a simple country girl. In the end all she could do was sit by him and wipe his brow.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

I will never let you go my love.

Harold sees her face begin to pink and his fingers follow the color as it moves down to her throat and neck, dissapearing into the folds of her shirt his hands continues over the cloth tracing the circle of her breast grazing the point where her nipple pushes the fabric outwards.He circles it delighting in it's hardness against his palm.

I love to touch you here sweetheart you're so wonderfull to touch. It makes me want to touch you more, to let my feelings flow, to share my feelings with you. Please just let me touch you.
His hands quickened by his voice, move even firmer against her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"I will never let you go my love..."

Samantha sighed, reassured. She was scared and vulnerable. This man her father, wasn't her father and the house was haunted, only the ghosts were many and had many forms.. and her brother..or rather her half-brother had rejected her and hated her because she had protected her father, though he wasn't her father...

Her mind went round and round and round unable to make sense of it all .... and all the while Harold massaged her back and then moved his hands to her throat and neck. His movements smooth went unnoticed by Samantha until his touch brushed across her breast, grazing a nipple.

Her attention snapped back at once. Her body had softened under Harold's caresses, all save the nipple which was standing out hard and sensitive under the material of the sweatshirt.


"I love to touch you here sweetheart ..." Harold crooned softly,
"You're so wonderfull to touch. It makes me want to touch you more, to let my feelings flow, to share my feelings with you."
He lifted his eyes to Sam's;
"Please just let me touch you. "

As if mesmerised by the strange sensations, Samantha nodded. Harold barely waited for this indication of consent before his hands roamed over his "daughter's" body once more.

His hands moved quickly and firmly, squeezing and massaging her breasts through the sweatshirt... Sam moaned softly...
"..ohh.. my god... " she murmured, feeling a hot arousal, which seemed to shoot through her body from nowhere..

This was wrong.. her confused mind told her... yet... why was it... ? Emotionally overwrought, Sam struggled to organise her thoughts and make sense of her reactions, but Harold's constant caresses made lucid thought impossible...

"...daddy... " Samantha spoke softly, her eyes when they locked with Harold's held fear, incomprehension... and desire...

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Harold looked in Sams eyes and saw the fear.

Don't be afraid my love he murmured, I will protect you from the ghosts. They are leaving us alone because we are not bothering them.

Harold wasn't sure of this but he wanted to keep Sam close to him. He felt they needed to be together if anything bad happened that their love would help them deal with the strange happenings.
Hhe watched the fear disappear leaving confusion and desire

Yes Sam, I know you are confused but if you let your feelings guide you you will find out that this desire that is building in you can bring you pleasure. The pleasure of sharing something very special with me Remember how we used to find so much pleasure by touching before before you grew into a woman and changed. Has some boy hurt you perhaps? I never want to hurt you and any time I do something that doesn't bring you pleasure just stop me.

His hand went between her legs beneath her shirt to rest in the soft mound of silky hair he knew was there.


Is that painfull for you my love... if it's painfull tell me and I will move my hand. or if it brings you the pleasure that you desire let me share my pleasure with you, the pleasure of your soft sweet mound against my hand.



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[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

"Don't be afraid my love he murmured, I will protect you from the ghosts. They are leaving us alone because we are not bothering them. "
Harold reassured Samantha, but Sam knew that it wasn't the ghosts she was afraid of at this moment.

"Yes Sam, I know you are confused but if you let your feelings guide you you will find out that this desire that is building in you can bring you pleasure. The pleasure of sharing something very special with me..."
He coaxed....

"Remember how we used to find so much pleasure by touching before before you grew into a woman and changed?"
Samantha remained motionless. They had been affectionate, touched, but nothing like this..and it had never felt like this.. she wasn't little anymore....

"Has some boy hurt you perhaps? "
His voice queried. She couldn't tell him about her boyfriends... he would not understand... he was too protective to accept that there could be someone in her life who knew her ... more intimately than he did...

"I never want to hurt you and any time I do something that doesn't bring you pleasure just stop me..."

The gasp lodged in her throat at she felt his hand slip between her legs. The heat from his palm resting on her mound as he stroked and squeezed tentativelly.

"Is that painfull for you my love... if it's painfull tell me and I will move my hand."
She shook her head wordlessly. No.. it did not hurt...

" or if it brings you the pleasure that you desire let me share my pleasure with you, the pleasure of your soft sweet mound against my hand. "

Samantha finally gasped as Harold spoke those words. He had his hand down her pants and was touching her intimately. Her mind screamed it was wrong, but her body was ignited by his touch ... Oh god.. she wanted to feel his hands on her... and she knew she should not... maybe he wasn't her real father, but... he was all she had.

Sam moaned softly as Harold moved his hand lightly over her, his fingers moving slowly under her clothing.... she closed her eyes helplessly giving into the sensations....

 

[afternooner]

Harold

I only want to bring you plrasure Harld moaned his voice reflecting his desire to explore this precious place, he'd not been before.His mind had gone over this event so many time as he fantasized it over the years. It was even more exqiusite than he had imagined it would be. she was so soft and tender there, his fingers threaded their way through her soft hair as she closed her eyes and relaxed against his touch. slowly he told himself don't scare this precious girl away.

As he felt the soft folds of her sex, the folds that guarded the portal beyond, he stopped feeling her heat against his palm, slowly he cupped her feeling at the ends of his fingers the smooth skin at the far end and the heat and moistness his palm, he murmured in her ear, kissing the lob then nipping at it playfully he smiled into her eyes before he kissed her deep and hard.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

"I only want to bring you pleasure.."

Harold insisted as his fingers worked with increasing intimacy across his "daughter's" soft mound. Slowing the pace of his exploration, Harold moved his fingers erotically backwards and forewards, stroking her softly, feeling her folds. She was hot and moist and gasped wordlessly beneath his touch.

The words he muttered in her ear went unheard as he kissed her ear lobe and nipped it. She murmured softly and he looked down at his helpless child... then leaned forward to kiss her. His kiss passionate and probing as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and took possession of it.

Mouth and hands now given free reign.. Samantha moaned lightly as Harold began to allow his fantasies to take hold, taking advantage of Sam's need for love and assurance. She loved Harold, but was now unsure of how to express this love. Somehow the new circumstances of their relationship had freed a long-repressed emotion inside Harold and her young responsive body was having difficulty not reacting to him ...

 

[afternooner]

Harold

The heat of her mouth and the moistness of that wonderful place he had his hand brought a feeling of intense desire into Harolds mind and body, a desire that he had not experienced for many years.

This desire was to join his body with Sams in sexual union he wanted so bad to be inside her, his penis now throbing in anticpation struggled for freedom aagainst his pants, his mind reeled with the thought of entering her and filling her up. He moaned as his hand continued to caress her mound. His fingers proded the moist folds and feeling the source of her heat moved closer to it by pushing the folds aside.

One finger found the opening and dipped inside. it was met by a soft yet firm obstruction. Her hymen Harold realized yes she was a virgin he had hoped so, he hated the thought of anyone else having made love to her. With the young boys at college it was date rape anyway they just took what they wanted and then went on to new conquests. He was glad that hadn't happened top his daughter.

His daugher! Harold groaned, was he raping his daughter. He knew she wasn't really his daughter he knew that, but he had always thought of her that way even before she was born.His daughter.
But she was a woman and he was a man, he could tell she wanted him as much a he wanted her. But, her virginity, would she still love him after he took the most precious gift she could give to a man. He would still love her he knew, more in fact, knowing that she gave her first time to him.

Sam he said slowly and softly. If we do this will you still love me.

He pulled down her pants and his too, as he moved over the top of her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha felt Harold move his finger into her most intimate parts. The digit was strong and deep and seemed to plunge down deep inside her. She moaned as he moved it round exploring her. She quivered, her muscles clamping down on his probing finger in nervous reaction.

She'd been groped before, a harmless mauling she had soon brought to an end; She had petted heavily and even been touched intimately, she had considered her last boyfriend very bold and even been tempted to... but she had always held back, she had never been entered.

Harold's finger moved expertly discovering her core and giving evidence of her virgin state. She lay in shocked fascination at what he was doing to her and how just his finger seemed to stretch her tightness.

"Sam.... If we do this will you still love me...?"
His voice was hoarse with desire as he questionned her softly.

Do...? Do.. what...? She asked herself, unaware of the full extent of his intentions.

She blushed as he pulled down her pants. His touch not rough, but determined, stripping her and exposing her in one movement. Unable to even catch her breath before he too had removed his garments, she gasped as she saw his rigid cock. It seemed enormous to her. Things were moving too quickly, the next thing she knew he had moved on top of her and though his hands moved gently carressingly over her, his weight pinned her down. His hardness was pushing into the soft moistness of her folds, merely brushing against her as yet, accustoming her to the feel of him.

"God.. no... " Samantha whispered, unsure if Harold had even heard. She froze as she realised just what was about to happen. Fearful she trembled, Harold was so driven with desire and inches away from being buried in his innocent daughter.

She felt his cock slip between her folds, halted at her narrow entrance, she tensed again, this was really happening, she remained silent closing her eyes tightly wanting it to go away and bracing herself for what she was sure would follow....