Haunted House

Lonely Heart

"It is not about what Michael wants - that is simple enough. He wants to cause pain. You must find what will stop him. You cannot barter with the devil!"

She sighed and walked over to him, embracing him softly. "I am sorry. I do not mean to reject you or upset you. I just cannot take this life any more, not knowing Michael continues to torture and kill as he did me."

She kissed him softly on the forehead. "Be strong for me, Johna. Be strong for everyone. I believe there must be something in the house that will tell you how Michael can be stopped."
 
Samantha

as his arm reaches to stroke her, comfort her. Trying to make sure the ghost cannot see at first, then forgetting the ghoulish spectator as he focuses on his daughter.

Samantha realises more than Harold that the ghost will not give in that his filthy mind wishes to see the "act" between them, but she turns her face to Harold and focuses only on him.

"yes, touching is good when two people love each other they need to touch to express that love."
Sam knows she loves him, loves him more than anything else, too much to let him die for her. She is careful to hold back her reactions as she finds her body quivering now to his touch.

His hands pet her breasts and she conceals a moan, but Harold can see the pleasure and arousal in her eyes.
"yess.. yes... " she whispers.. and begins rocking on his hardness buried deep inside her.

She feels herself pulled against him, out of the pain of the sheets. She feels him deep inside her, stroking her virgin walls.. she looks over and meets the ghost's eye as he is watching. She knows what he wants, he wants food, the death of one of them... but he must not take her father...

"Now that the pain is gone, Sam, how does it feel for you to have me inside you.Its just another way for lovers to feel each others touch."

"yes... lovers.. it feels soo good... I love this.... "she whispers. "... I will always remember us being like this..."

She moves her hips rhythmically feeling him inside her. Making certain she does not stimulate Harold too much... she takes one of his hands and guides it between her legs... a hand on her breast, a hand stroking her moist folds and his hardness inside her... Samantha closes her eyes and gives herself up to the sweet sensation....

Harold works willingly to soothe and comfort Samantha, unaware of how she is building and how close she is to release...

Her eyes fly open and her gaze locks with his...
"I will always love you daddy!"
She gasps and then arches her back... baring down on his cock.... feeling his hands working her as her first orgasm tremors through her body...
"lovers...always lovers...."

She rides him taking him deep inside her... driving to complete their union...
"..so.good... soo ..... "

She looks at him, her face flushed and smiling...
"...thank you...."
She says faintly and catching the eye of the jubilant spectre, closes her eyes, her body spent ...
 
Harold

Not realizing how his hands are arousing Sam , he continues to caress her, trying to sooth her, comfort her. he feels her heat and her response to his touch but his fingers remain gentle and just graze the soft folds that surround his cock.

inside her his cocks feels wrapped in a most wonderfull soft yet firm tightness. A tightness that enhances the touch that they are sharing. His hands on her breasts her hand joining his on her responsive mound,rising and falling as her hips move rythmically. his mouth agains her neck feeling her tremble with excitement. Yes he said lovers need to touch and this touch we are sharing, unites us forever in the love we are sharing. if we both die tonight it willl be knowing that we have shared this wonderfull love experience.

Somehow he seems relxed though he feels incredably hard and his cock fills every inch of her pussy but as she begins to move against him and the binding sheets seem to be loosining he feels his passion and his need to finish .

It grows quickly and when Sam gasps, arching her back and baring down on his cock his body responds.

he cant help but join her as she rides him her pussy sucking frantically pulling him deeper inside.

He wants to say stop as he kows she is soon to climax sealing her fate but he cant stop his body from its need to release.

Lovers...always lovers

he hears and his cum spurts out bathing her pussy with it's soothing balm.

Thank you

soft and quiet... filling him with a sense of gratitude himself gratitude for the love that she gave willingly. not afraid to die for him

he looks over to the ghost

Take me too, my life has no purpose without her.
 
Slither Between The Sheets

The last thing the living Sam felt, immediately after the pleasure of release was an intense pain as her heart stopped dead. Slither watched her as he made her live for a while longer, letting her feel the pain of her body slowly dying. He giggled as he heard Harold's words, begging Slither to take him too.

Oh no, sir... that's not how it works see...

And then Sam was moving away from the corpse which she had recently inhabited.

Hello beautiful lady. Good to see you with us.
 
Samantha

Sam smiled softly at Harold, the pleasure and contentment on her face... the pain that wracked her was worse than any other she had experienced. It cut through her body with a viciousness that left her breathless.. and lifeless... her living essence squeezed slowly out of her as agonisingly the warmth and and animation left her body... her death soundless, even unnoticed by Harold until her spirit parted, lifting from the body that had just been tortured, raped and finally pleasured.

She heard Harold's words and looked down seeing him holding "her" on the bed as "she" lay motionless, although she was sure he had not yet realised that she had been taken.


"Hello beautiful lady. Good to see you with us.."

She turned towards the ghost, wordless.

She threw a glance back over her shoulder moving to comfort Harold, wanting to tell him it was alright, be with him when he discovered... but.. no.. she felt herself being drawn towards slither... she had no control as yet over her spirit.. and felt herself moving away.... as if a haze were drawing around the bed and her body and her father...

She turned to slither....

"Hello.... " she said softly...
 
Harold

harold watched his daughter die. He knew she was going to, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had thought that the ghost would take him too if he finished with her, but that wasn't the way it worked. He realized that when he looked at Slither watching him smile in lustfull arrogance,

He got his way he had watched them *do the dirty* like he said he would and then he took his Sam, his loving daughter.

His final triump was to leave Harold alive, to grieve his daughters death, to live regretting what he had done.

Harold raised his head up now relieved of the pressure of his bindings .He looked back at slither.

You havent got to me yet you bastard, he sneared, she loved me. she said it when she died, she died for me, do you realize that you cant take that from me. Her love, my love, our love, no matter what you do you can't take that away from me.

Now, get out of here you prevert, you've seen your show, get the hell out of my face.
 
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Samantha

Sam's spirit drew futher away from Harold... her body laying inert and cold beside him on the bed.

Her face peaceful and smiling.. her eyes closed as if in rapture... naked her body lay in the sea of rumpled bedclothes.. a flag of red pooling between her thighs... a final mark of the depth of her sacrifices for the man she loved as a father....

She had given her virginity and her life. Harold was alone upstairs. His hostile son was alone in ignorance downstairs. Harold looked round the room. ... and Sam's spirit..?.

.. For the present she had departed from them...
 
Harold

Harold loked at Sams lifeless naked body on the bed.
Touch he thought.. Touch had brought them together maybe touch could bring her back. he reached out tenatively, knowing what he would find but needing to prove it by his touch.

His hand sprang back as soon as it made contact cold! cold! her body was so cold her spirit gone he looked around hoping, yet knowing it wasn't there, no life in that cold body. no spirit to comfort him.
 
Johna

*feels a tremedous pain in his heart as he falls to the ground on his knees, he knows something has happened that is bad adn it could only be one thing, that his beloved sister has been killed and it is all his fault for not looking after her*

Johna: Maribella, I thinksomething bad has just happened, i can feel this empty sarrow in my heart, like i have just lost something i deeply cared for. And the only thing that is here in this house is my sister. Its all my fault if something has happened to her, its my fault for letting my father live, letting my father take her away from me. DAMN YOU FATHER!!! I guess mother was right, i am worthless and a amount to nothing, My mother died becauase of my temper, and now my sister might have been killed because of my stupididy. I have nothing now. Do you want to see something Maribella?

*puts his hand in his pocket adn takes his gun out and pull teh chamber out*
 
Lonely Heart

She looked at the gun in horror. What was he going to do? Surely he knew it wouldn't work against the ghosts, but perhaps that wasn't his intended target. He was so depressed, so terrified, she dreaded that he was going to kill himself.

"NO!" She almost screamed. "Johna, don't do that! If you kill yourself Michael will continue his killing spree and you will be trapped here with us. And..." she sought desperately for something that would convince him, "if you die, Michael will let your father go... You said it was him that killed your sisters. Well, she is dead, Johna, I felt her soul join us here. She is dead and is trapped here for as long as Michael reigns."
 
Samantha

Samantha watched as the young ghost entreated Johna not to kill himself. If he killed himself she would be trapped, her spirit never to be released and yet her father would then be able to walk away from the house..

"Go on Johna she willed... do it... you didn't help me.. why should I help you..? "

She stood, a mere shadow against the wall watching.. waiting... undetectable... she paused waiting to draw his spirit away...
 
Johna

*pulls a hollowed tipped bullet out, with a cross engraved in it and his wife to be's name on it and on teh other side his sisters name on it.*

Johna: This bullet here was for when i lost everything, and now i have. All those people were right about me, I loved my sister dearly and I still do, I want to free her soul, I want to get it away from my Fathers presence. But i am noting but a failure in life, cant you sense that.

*you see a tear shed from his eye and you can feel his anger growing as you see he yells at the top of his lungs his mothers name and his sisters name and his ex-fience name out loud, he than loaded the gun, and he heard a voice that sounded so familar to him. He got up and looked around with one bullet in his gun.*

Johna: WHERE ARE YOU SIS, WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME TO KILL MYSELF, DO YOU WANT ME DEAD? I AM SORRY SIS, BUT SEEING YOU WITH MY FATHER PUSHED ME OVER THE LINE, I LOVE YOU SIS, YOU KNOW I DO, I WANT ONLY TO TAKE CARE OF YOU AND I FAILED.

*he drops his gun and the hollowed tipped bullet falls out and it rolls to where my sisters spirt was roaming adn you see your name engraved on the bullet in a friendship heart*

Johna: Maribella, i dotn know what to do, if i confront Micheal than he will just have his way with me, i can not harm him and i dont knwo what he wants. There is no way of telling. God help us all
 
Lonely Heart

He was giving up, and she had done everything she could to convince him. She had hoped he was strong, stronger than the others who had come here. She had hoped he had the strength to continue searching until he found something that would end Michael's reign of terror. She was wrong.

She went back to her chair and sat down again, once more picking up her book and continuing to write. The same phrase was repeated as before, still commenting on her certainty that something in the library held the answer, that going into the cellar would kill her father.

She cast a glance over to the shade of Samantha. "What now, sister of his? Will you aid him in letting us all find rest... or are you already one of Michael's minions?"

OOC: BTW DM - as a ghost you can be seen/not seen as you wish, same with other senses.
 
Samantha

OOC:

Thanks BF - Sam didn't want to be seen by Johna, she was just watching... and... letting him sense her there.

IC:

She heard his words. He had loved her, but he was weak and anger consumed him.

Samantha moved away from the wall, her form becoming visible as she moved closer to Maribella. As in life, Sam wore shorts and top, moving slowly forward as if she had merely stepped back into the room after exploring the house...

Casting a glance at Johna, she turned back to the young ghost.
"I am not one of Michael's minons," She spoke hotly, " ... but to be free of this house he must work with Harold.. with.... " Her voice broke.. " .. with my daddy..."

She turned to Johna and stepped close to him. Tears in her eyes as she spoke, softly and loving to him now.

"Johna. I'm dead. You can't change that.. and it's no one's fault..not yours, not Harold.... I chose to go, I gave myself to Michael.. for Harold.. and for you!

Give me your guns, let me get rid of them. Go to daddy.... you can only help us if you work together. Kill him or yourself and one of you will escape, but we will be trapped here for eternity."

She kisses him lightly on the cheek...

"It's up to you brother...."
 
Johna

*looks to Samatha and than to Maribella*

Johna: I will give you my guns, I dont need them, I didnt study martial arts for 19 years of my life for nothing, and I will never work with my father. Maribella and I will free the others, I offer you the chance to come with us. I hate my Father, he should of saved you, that is what i would have done. But spineless Father did not. Come with me sis, help me
 
Samantha

Samantha looks at Johna, her eyes flashing with anger.

You are the spineless one Johna! You had the chance to save me and you didn't! I called for you, but you didn't come to help us .. at least daddy tried.. and he was with me when I died... where were you Johna??

Give your guns to Maribella. Go to her. Work with her. I've had enough of your hate ... try your marshal arts... always violence... see where it gets you... Michael lives off that emotion!

Samantha looked over at Maribella.

"Good luck.... you'll need it..."

She moved back becoming a shadow against the wall once more and melted into nothingness....
 
Harold

Getting out of bed Harold dresses quickly, his mind set on doing something positive about his situation. He looks back at the bed and finds Sams body has disappeared into thin air . He shudders knowing of course that this is the work of ghosts and knowing also that he needs to arm himself, not with guns but knowledge about this house and it's spirit inhabitants.

He remembers Johna and feeling that as he is the only living person in the house, thinks that he could join forces with him now that Sam is dead and they no longer have to fight for her love. Going down the stairs and into the room where Johna lays huddled in despair.

He has no fear of him now realizing that If Johna had wanted to kill him he had ample opportunity before. Now he must find out if Johna will join him in solving the mystery of this cursed house.
 
Samantha

"Daddy.."

Harold seems to hear Sam's voice as he moves out of the room and to the stairs...

Her voice seems is anxious, trying to draw him back...

He looks around, but cannot see her.

"Daddy..."

She repeats in warning.

Michael wants Harold and Jona to meet, he draws Samantha back, letting her watch ... watch any confrontation, but ensures that, for now at least, she is powerless to intervene...
 
Harold

He hears her calling

Daddy!

Can it be or is it just a ruse to lure him into some deadly situation. He hears her call again.

Daddy!

Yes it is her voice!

Sam!

He calls back...., stopping in his tracks...., turning around...., expecting to see her....., but knowing that her body is laying lifeless somewhere.

Sam...

He calls again, this time a note of dispair in his voice.
 
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Johna

*turns away from Sam as she leaves adn than drops his guns at Maribella's feet*

Johna: Here are my guns, get rid of them. I have to find my father

*at that moment he hears his father yell out in dispair*

Johna: Im sorry I must go, you can come along with me if you wish, but i have to leave.

*he runs off in the direction where he heard hsi fathers voice comming from and he sees his father at the bottom of the staircase and he runs to him*

Johna: Father, I know you know that i dont like you, but i am willing to put my differences aside for now. Just remember this is not goign to be like a father son thing. Now what are we going to do.

*you can tell he is still mad about you not helping Sam*
 
Harold

look son I am not angry anger will do neither of us any good now we must be calm and cool listening for the signs that will lead us out of this hell hole One sign is the ghost that you talked to. is there anythingthat she was doing that would give us a clue ?

I've heard Sams voice maybe she is a ghost now, and can help us.

Maybe we can bring her back, wouldn't that be good then we both can love her again each in our own way. remember she is not my real daughter and even though she is much younger than me it's not wrong for us to share love. if you understand that then you will be able to love us both again.

if we can't bring her back we can always cherish her in our memories.

now tell me about the nice ghost and try to listen for Sams voice.
 
Johna

*you can see he is making a fist so tight that he has drawn blood at the mention of you loving sam and bringing her back, but he says nothing*

Johna: She is not comming back, the only thing we can do is set her spirt free, the ghost i was talking to said something about the Libray adn the cellars, there must be something there that can help us. She also said that Michel wants something, so i dont know what that is.
 
Harold

I have a feeling the cellars are a bad place to go but the library I think we should try that maybe a book about the house or about ghosts is there let's try that.

Harold heads toward the library hoping Johna will forget his anger and follow.
 
Johna

*he follows hsi Father with a serious look on his face*

Johna: We are goign to have to go to teh cellars sometime
 
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