Haunted House

[BadForm]

Michael

Michael glowered as he watched Samantha smile. She would try to help them, and there was something about this little bitch that might prove inconvenient. He waved his hand through the air and yanked her into the cellar.

"Now, whore," he snarled. "You are my property. 'Tis time that you learned your place. You will serve my and you will protect me. Under no circumstances will you ever attempt to aid that brother and father of yours again, do you hear me?"

He was raging, veins standing out on his forehead. He had to make sure she understood.

"If you thought there was nothing you could do against me before, if you thought that I could do whatever I pleased to you, then you know nothing of the spirit world, but you shall learn. Now stay here and think of what I say. They are living, understand. They are the foe of the dead."

He had not illuminated the cellar, he knew what was there, and felt the best thing for her would be to be left in the dark. He mumbled something under his breath and bound her in spiritual bindings, to a bench. This cut her off from the world, sealing all her senses against the world. A few minutes, a few hours, like this should be all it took to ensure she was compliant.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

harold had a strange feeling not one that he wanted it was if a connection that he had felt to Sam even after she was dead had been cu off did Johna feel it to he looked at him wondering wondering about him and am if they were related by blood then he should be able to feel this too Johna he said I think something has happened to Sams spirit do you feel that too If she cant help us who can what a bout amribele the friendly ghost can you find her for us They had entered the library books of all types and discriptions lined the bookshelves where to start to look for clues Harold shook his head maybe Johna was right they needed to go to the cellar.

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*looks around he feels teh same thing his father had felt and he holds his heart tight, as he has a painful look in his eye*

Johna: SHe is gone, she is gone. I should have helped her, what are we going to do Father, lets start looking around at the books , we will go to the fucking cellars later, stay with me father, i never thought i would say this, but we got to work together here, i dotn wnat to lose you to this acursed place

 

[BadForm]

The library was silent, dusty and calm. It looked as though nothing had been in here for years. The books were mostly mildewy, yellowed and faded. Many of them were falling apart, or did so as they were touched. Several books caught their eyes in the mysteriously quiet library.

An entry in Geneology of Moshank County detailed Michael, describing him as the last in the descent from the first Baron of Bletchley in England. The man, it seemed, was as perverse in life as he had been in death. He had been a brigand, a thief, and a wealthy man in his own rights. When he was such, he was known for holding depraved parties for the wealthy, including incest and torture among the banquets. One rumor said he had a son by a sexual slave he had made, and that this son had killed him, but this seemed unlikely as he had been found to have died peacefully in his sleep by the areas doctor.

Another book detailed strange disappearences in the county over the last few centuries. Several of them seemed to relate to the people they had already met. The last one mentioned the life history and death of Samantha herself.

A book concerning the history of the house talked about the fact that it had been built on an old Native American tribal site and that the center of the house was built where the tribes totem pole stood. What use this could be to them, they had no idea, but the question crossed their minds as to whether this was the source of the spiritual power of the house.

Then, finally, a strange entry in a book on magic and folklore said:
"Where there is a will there is a way, but only where there is a will. It is the will that details all that may happen upon the death of a person, and the will alone that controls their property. If that will be destroyed then no more may that control exist."
What this meant, neither man was initially sure of.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

The will.. Harold read again from the book on folklore and magic .The will controls the property. that was common knowledge but why write that in a book of this type ...unless the house was cursed.... could not be turned over because the will was destroyed or never found. If it was lost then the house and all it's contents including the ghosts could not be transrered. All would be locked in the past so to speak, locked there untill the spell was broken by the reading of will, and then the house could move on into the present.

If only Sams spirit were here

sighed Harold,

She could help I know her spirit would talk to us if only it could.

What about Maribell if we can connect to her perhaps we could ask her about the will.....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha watching from a distance, watching her father and brother slowly draw nearer to each other felt a force pulling her, dragging her into the cellar.

She faced Michael. His fury making her back away as he ranted at her.
"Now, whore, You are my property. 'Tis time that you learned your place."
Samantha gasped. No one had ever used such words to her before.
"You will serve my and you will protect me. Under no circumstances will you ever attempt to aid that brother and father of yours again, do you hear me?"

She shook her head. Nothing would stop her helping her father and brother. She was determined.

... They are living, understand. They are the foe of the dead."
No.. thought Samantha. They could never be her enemies...

Even as she opened her mouth to object, to defy him she felt herself pulled downwards helplessly towards a bench. She felt as though her body were shackled. Held firmly in place. She tried to struggle, to kick, to scream, but it were as if she were being smothered.

The darkness enveloped her. It became heavy, muffling her senses making her body heavy. Held suspended in this darkness, total isolation. She felt panic, fear, total separation from the living... and the dead?.. could Maribella help her or would any of the other spirits trapped in the house. If only they would aid her to guide her father and brother... but.. right now.. she was helpless.. numb and mute...

 

[BadForm]

Michael

Samantha had only been bound for a few minutes, but it had happened to Michael once, and he knew that without their senses, a second could feel like an eternity to the dead. He freed her and left with just one sentence.

"Beware, Samantha, for I am watching..."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Slowly, Samantha became aware of the darkness around her and felt the coldness. The bonds seemed to ease and she slipped into a heap upon the floor.

"Beware, Samantha, for I am watching..."
She could not see him, but could sense Michael's presence. His warning was ominous, threatening... she trembled, aware for the first time of his power and understanding why the other ghosts were in fear of him....

Her spirit freed, she moved away from the dank dark cellar... into the hall and along the passage.... she could hear her father and Brother in the library... she smiled... they were talking to each other, working together... perhaps they would find the key to the house and to Michael's destruction without her help.... she longed to go to them... to speak to them.... but... she felt Michael's shadow hovering, watching and a sadness filled her...


"... daddy.... " Her mind called out to him, although she hovered outside the room, reluctant to approach him... if she drew close to Johna what would his reaction be... she did not want to tip the balance of their fragile co-operation by her presence...

She longed for companionship... surely there were friendly spirits in this house... not everyone could be totally subjugated by Michael... though she shivered once again by the memory of the total smothering of her senses, the isolation of those moments of being so thoroughly cut off from everything...

Sadly she moved away to the room where she had slept, the room she had chosen, the room she had considered a haven... the room next to the place she had died...

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Harold put the book down. He shook his head sadly If only Sam were here she would know what to do. He thought of Sam again and remembered her as if she were alive again her eyes shining with excitement and then turning soft with love. Love she shared with him and gave her life for her. Love for him that was even stronger than her will to live. Now it was up to Harold to find a way to free her spirit he knew that it was trapped unless he helped to free it. He would die for her if it would help but right now he must live to help her if he could .

Start over he thought retrace his steps from where her mortal body left him.... start over.

He went back into the bedroom where they had been together. The place where she had died for him. He wasn't afraid but resoved to search for any clue he might find. He layed down on the bed, the bed where they had made love to satisfy the cruel and twisted mind of a ghost. To free them from the sheets that bound them.

He pulled the sheets around him, not afraid any more of them. not afraid of this room or this bed. And not ashamed of what he and Sam had done, the love they shared, the total giving of each other to each other.

Harold pulled the sheets around him and listened... just listened.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha heard his tread on the stair. She heard her father moving slowly up towards the room. She tensed as she heard him continue on, past her bedroom, to enter the room next door.... the room where they had... and she had.....

She shut her eyes.... locked in memories... the fear, the pain, then that pleasure, warmth and finally release.... so strange and unexpected... and always the ghost's eyes.. Slither's eyes.. watching..... she remembered how he had taken her hand and given her a soft greeting and drawn her away.

She ached to go to her father... but.. Michael... what would he do to her? If she went to her father would Slither reappear? Would he want her to... entertain him with their.. intimacy..... but.. if she stayed here......

She sighed.. a heartfelt sigh that carried to the neighbouring room. She was so alone.... better to be in that frightening suspension of the senses than to be here in isolation.. and what if Sllither watched her or any host of the ghosts drew near to watch, at least it would be company... of her own kind now.... Sam shudddered... she had not yet accustomed herself to the idea of being in death.

Her own kind. Michael had said the living were enemies. She shook her head, again denying the words.. and yet she was shut out.... Somewhere in the depths of the house, Michael smiled. it would do no harm for her to even... dabble... with the ideas he had planted in her head... as long as she did not help them.

A sob escaped her.
"... daddy...." she whispered... her voice soft with anguished pleading.

She looked at the wall.. he was so close... she ached to be held... feel him surrounding her with his heat... even... feel his heat inside her.... the rights and wrongs were irrelevant now... she simply wanted to be his...

"Samantha...?"

She heard a voice call her name... a ghostly voice?... her father..? ... her brother...?

She opened her eyes slowly....

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Daddy!

The voice was soft, barely a whisper, maybe just the wind in the trees outside and yet the word was distinct, even in its softness.

Harold strained hoping to hear it again. his heart began to beat loudly drowning out the posibility of hearing any thing else and so he called her name hoping she would answer him.

"Samantha"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Imperceptibly Samantha drew towards that beloved voice...

"daddy..." she whispered again.

Her movement was instinctive, she forgot Michael, she forgot everything... slipping silently from one room to the neighbouring bedroom.

Her spirit hung against the wall. As yet she did not want to let Harold see her. She was a mere shadow... watching.. .waiting....

She smiled softly through silent tears as she saw her darling father laying on the bed they had shared together...

"Samantha... " he repeated again.... his voice hoarsely pleading...

"I'm here daddy..." She whispered softly.. as she moved away from the wall, the indescript shade lightened and slowly took shape as Harold looked up and saw her sweet features and curvaceous body materialise before him...

His eyes widened in suprise as he noticed Samantha was wearing a childish nightshirt. The nightshirt she had been wearing that first night when she had cut her foot, the nightshirt that had been removed when she took that scalding shower. Her hair still shone and formed an unruly cloud about her shoulders..

Their gaze locked and he saw his grief and loss and desparation mirrored in her tragic blue pools...

She stood ... as if poised for escape... not knowing if she could bare to be so close to her still-living father... not knowing if she would be dragged forcibly back to that hell of oblivion by Michael.. not knowing if any of her other fellow housemates would materialise and part them once more...

She stood. The regretful sigh shook her ethereal body. Harold seemed to hold his breath....

 

[afternooner]

Harold

"Daddy"

It was her voice Harold was sure of it soft and sweet, just like she used to call for him when she needed him. But after laying there for what seemed like an eternity his resove had faded and he felt despaired He answered weakly, back

"Samantha"

He looked in the direction of her voice and seeing nothing became remorsefull. untill....

"I'm here"

He saw her or a vision of her, he wasn't certain but she was so beautifull his heart swelled with love. he wanted to jump up and hold her to him but he held his desire back. If she was just a vision she would disappear from his sight, if she was real she might run from him in fear, if he acted hastily. Right now he just wanted to look at her.

She looked like she might want to come to him but uncertaintly held her back. He knew he had to reasure her of his deep love and that it would prevail regardless of what had happened but he knew that words were not enough.

Somehow they needed to connect to feel each others love as they had felt before if he could only touch her. But how could he make her come to him, to draw her spirit out and towards him.

He looked in her eyes and thought as hard as he could. About how much he loveds and wanted and needed her.How if they could share their love again nothing else would matter. The evil of the ghosts would be conquered by their love, some how he knew that if the ghosts saw that love, they would know that they could not control them. That alive or dead they had a love that no amount of evil could destroy. he sent this message to her, concentrating on her vulnerable and innocent blue eyes. He concentrated untill tears came to his own eyes, not tears of dispair or defeat but tears of joy... Joy, in knowing just how much he loved his dear Samantha.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha moved soflty forwards. She saw the tears in Harold's eyes.. she felt his emotion, shared his love.

As her father what they felt had been wrong and in life Jona had condemed them for their feelings.. yes.. their feelings.. for Samantha realised.. she had always had a .. special love for harold... beyond that of father and daughter... but then.. again... he wasn't her father... just someone who loved her... and now in death... nothing could be wrong.... she knew she could hold him and let him hold her without guilt or recriminations...

"Daddy.... Harold.... "

She smiled as she used his first name.
It was unfamiliar to her and though she smiled, she felt she preferred to think of him as her father...

She moved forwards... closer to the bed where he lay, his eyes fixed on her. Her skin was pale, still paler than it had been, but her hair was luminous and her eyes deeply expressive... all concern about supenatrual watchers had flown.

Michael was clever. He would know the difference between her just wanting to be with harold and her actually warning him ... siding with him... Slither might want to watch their reunion... may return with his filthy mind and commentary, but she didn't care.... it was just the two of them ... alone... together...

Sam bent down and kissed Harold lightly on the cheek.... her initial touch was cool, but as she kissed him once more, her warmin lips moving lightly across his own now flushing skin he felt her hot breath blowing softly across his face.

She straightened and smiled at him, almost shyly...

"I love you daddy.. " she whispered sweetly....

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Daddy...Harold

Her words echoed softly in his mind Was he her daddy? He cared for her as if she were his daughter wanting the best for her wanting no one to hurt her. Or was he Harold. her lover. His body and his mind, yes even his soul aching for her. To form that special connection that only lovers share. Could he be both why did he have to chose. For now, nothing stood between them as she kissed him he knew. Her breath was warm then hot as she wanted his love as much as he wanted hers.

I love you daddy

He heard the words words of passion and resolve resolve to join him in the love they knew would carry them through this terrible ordeal.

He turned and made a place for her beside him on the bed and pulled her into her arms.

"I love you Sam"

He whispered softly in her ear befored his mouth engulfed hers in a lovers kiss. His mind reeled and his body quivered as he felt the warm sweet closeness of her body. out of breath they broke the kiss and sitting up they undressed each other, their eyes twinkling with excitement with every touch. They sighed as one and laying down together began again to love each other.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

He heard the words words of passion and resolve resolve to join him in the love they knew would carry them through this terrible ordeal.

He moved aside and she came forward to sit, then lay beside him. Their bodies touched and she felt a frisson of awareness. He turned and pulled her to him.

"I love you Sam"

The whisper tickled her ear then his mouth was on hers. No chaste paternal kiss. His mouth kissing passionately. His tongue forcing her lips apart as he explored her... she moaned softly... crushed against him.

They broke apart suddenly. Harold breathless... Sam.. overcome with emotions she had not truly experienced in her mortal life.

Had they thought about it, there was something even more perverted about the union of a mortal and spiritual being.. but they only saw the depth and sincerity of their "love".

Harold's hands moved to her nightshirt... lifting it higher... she wriggled as he drew it over her shoulders... naked but for her panties... she reached out and slid off his top... lifing it above his head... her fingers moved to his buckle... unfastened it.. then hesitated at his zip... she looked up at him, for reassurance...

"God.. was this right... ?"

She looked over her shoulder... were they being watched... daddy must never know of Michael's threats... or of Slither's... he would take every opportunity to watch her.. had been watching her since she'd entered the house... he had told her that.. and.. much more....

She turned back to Harold who had sensed her hesitancy, though he could not know all of the reason for her reticence.

Harold kissed her once more... and she gave herself up to the exchange of love between them.

 

[BadForm]

Copycat

"NO!" Samantha, or someone looking and sounding EXACTLY like her, drifted into the room through the door.

"NO! Daddy don't! That's not me, it's one of Michael's ghosts. She's trying to trick you Daddy..."

She was pleading, her voice almost shaking with fear. Her face looked terrified as though she was dreading what her daddy was going to do, not merely feeling abandoned by him.

"Daddy, I know the ghosts in this house now! That's not me, it's a copycat ghost. She takes the form of ghosts who try to talk to their living family and lovers and then seduces them. It's all part of Michael's plan, Daddy! I think this one has some kind of mental power or something. She messes with your mind. She's even stolen some of my memories. Please, Daddy, don't do it! Michael only lets this one kill people she has sex with!"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

"NO!" Samantha looked up and watched in horror as her double entered the room and stood by the door.

"NO! Daddy don't! That's not me, it's one of Michael's ghosts. She's trying to trick you Daddy..."
Samantha watched as the imposter stood her voice sounded like hers, her appearance identical.

Samantha sat up, still laid beside Harold on the bed. Her hand on Harold's arm as she stared.

"Daddy, I know the ghosts in this house now! That's not me, it's a copycat ghost. She takes the form of ghosts who try to talk to their living family and lovers and then seduces them. It's all part of Michael's plan, Daddy! I think this one has some kind of mental power or something. She messes with your mind. She's even stolen some of my memories. Please, Daddy, don't do it! Michael only lets this one kill people she has sex with!"

"I don't kill people!"
Samantha cried.

"Daddy.. don't believe her... trust me.. it's me.. I'm Samantha."

The voice was identicle. The pleading, the desparation the same.

She saw Harold hesitate. She saw his uncertainty. She knew. Michael was clever than she thought. He knew she did not mind being watched, but she knew she could not bear being with Harold if he doubted her, doubted her very identity.

Samantha turned to Harold... her eyes pleading.

The imposter moved forward from the door and turned the same pleading look at Harold.

"Please daddy... don't believe her... "

..but Samantha felt it was hopeless.. how could he know who was who.. she did not blame him, but she was indescribably sad. She had wanted so much to be with him once more.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna


*he sees his father leave the library adn go upstairs and to a room, he lets his father leave adn lets a couple minutes pass adn he follows them upstairs adn sees all the events happen from outside the door, and when he sees two Sam's he is shocked and can not tell the difference by look*

Johna: DAD GET OUT NOW, LEAVE THIS PLACE, WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!

*he motions his hands for him to leave quickly, Johna is actully caring for hsi father now*

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha draws away from the bed and stands naked looking at Johna at the door.

"Johna..." She whispers brokenly.

The other Samantha still stands just inside the doorway.

She knows they cannot leave. Michael would not let them.

She takes a step to go to her brother, then pauses.

She looks for father to son, realising that they are working together for once.

She stands hesitant, not wanting to ruin the new-found harmony.

She pauses, waiting for Johna's reaction, ready to disppear instantly if necessary...

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*see samatha naked standing there, and looks away from her*

Johna: LETS GO FATHER, ITS A TRAP, GET OUT NOW

*he has a look of care in hsi eyes for hsi father now, he does not want what happened to his sister to happen to his father*

Johna: Sam im sorry, i wish things could have been different

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha nods softly. Tears in her eyes.

Tears for the loss of that moment of intimacy with her father.

Tears at John's Johna's rejection of her.

But mainly tear that they have found each other finally.
She knows her death was worth that...

She moves backwards, her distinct shape becoming a shadow as she hovers watching them, but masking her presence from them.

Watching to check whether the false "Samantha" will do them any harm...

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*he sees her fading back and he pulls someting out from behind his back and he tosses it in the room, it lands and it is a teddy bear, Samatha's bear*

Johna: for you sis, so you wont forget me and maybe will like me again and show me your pretty smile again

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha moves into the room once more.

She is wearing her nightshirt. The one with the bears on it.

She moves quickly to the bed and picks up her teddy.

She turns her face towards Johna. She is crying. Happy tears.

She moves towards him and kisses him on the cheek.

Her kiss is light and warm.

She smiles and whispers.

"Thank you Johna. I love you! "