The night was dim with plump dark clouds over the full moon. They levitated over this part of Washington state almost mockingly for April, bringing with them harsh winds to disturb the quiet town of Trafford on the Pacific Ocean. The trees ached as tumbling branches and bushes smacked by, the thunderous creaking of being torn by their roots almost as loud as the lightning.
Home-owners were concerned for their property and it was hard to find a window not boarded up and a door not reinforced, even if the job was sloppy. The old houses were especially at risk,everyone having their eyes on the tall Spencer Manor at the peak of Castle Avenue, the residence essentially a giant pile of scrap material in waiting.
Yet, the house was currently being used, despite the storm, as although outside was blustery and dangerous, there was no better place to find refuge in October. The terrifying sounds combined with the ancient house was a great promise of thrills for teens.
What could be more interesting than a haunted house after all?
“I swear man, it was like she was practically blowing me.”
The six teens and best friends from Tramposo High were gathered around the luxurious wooden furniture, having pushed these priceless pieces together in this dry, red-wallpapered drawing room to ensure all had access to the cold case of beer in the middle. They could do whatever they really wanted in this place at the moment, as it was Spencer’s grandfather’s old residence and Spencer’s daddy was going to have it bulldozed next month. The friends loved places they could drink beers in peace with just each other to shoot the shit, and it was a perfect alternative to the camping they usually did. Even the most skeptical of his friends were convinced once they heard the rumours of Spencer’s grandpappy hosting a kinky brothel somewhere inside, though evidence was yet to be found.
Morgan tilted his head as he raised a bottle of buck beer to his lips, ears still perked from that last comment. “Uh, we’re talking about the same girl, right? Blonde in the grey sports-bra? Because I was there, and she couldn’t give less of a shit about you, man.” The young man of dark hair and skin adjusted the cap which was from the soccer team he played on, the sport keeping him quite slim but muscular.
Casey crossed his arms with shocked gaping lips. “What are you talking about!? Are you seriously telling me that that blonde bitch with those big lips wasn’t just eager to pop her top off?’ He mimed her DD’s onto his red tan top, his big biceps painting an image that this woman needed a wheelbarrow for her chest, his blue baseball cap almost popping off with his extreme gestures. “She was playing with her tits right in front of us, dude!” He leaned back, fluffing up his dirty blonde hair, hands rest on the fly of his ripped jeans. “She was moaning for dick, man!’
“I-” Morgan was quite clearly happy to correct but Bailey, their most petite group member, interrupted with a grunt.
“Ah fuck!” A little blood dribbled from his hand, getting a couple of drops to the green carpet, his chestnut helmet hair shaking as he put it into his mouth, trying hard not to get any on his preppy white shirt. “That hurt.”
”Well, that’s what you get for opening a bottle of beer with just your hands!” Jesse rolled his eyes under his thick rimmed glasses, the tall blonde having offered a bottle opener earlier. “You kind of deserve it man.”
”Ah fuck it really stings!” Bailey grunted out again, blushing slightly as he went to the friend leaning in the throne-like lounger, his defined six-pack bulging through his white top. “Yo, Spencer, where’s, like, a kitchen or a bathroom?”
He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, smiling brightly the entire time. “Just go through that door and there’s the kitchen.”
”Anyways,” Morgan started up again, “that girl was just working out at the gym. She definitely was hot and sweaty only from the machines, and she adjusted her sports bra probably because noticed you slobbering over them.” His tongue flopped out and he did his Casey impression. “Dur big tits…”
”Dude, obviously you don’t get women.” Casey gave yet another dramatic gesture throwing his hands up before gripping his crotch. “That girl wanted nothing but my dick.” He leaned over to his friends and smiled. “Do I have to pop it out again? Show how big it is?” He was indeed ‘cocky’ in more ways than one.
“Oh…” Harley finally spoke up, the spikey haired swimmer leaning over in his green shorts and suppressing a burst of laughter. “So, like, how your sister wants me?”
There was a burst of laughter from all the guys but Casey crossed his arms. “What?” He stood up and pointed at accuser. “My sister does not want your dick.”
”We’re talking about the same sister right?” Morgan chimed in. “Leggy blonde with big tits always spilling out of a white bikini top? Jenni?” Now it was his turn to do a mock up at how big her breasts were, although this time it was more realistic considering how much she tended pop her pair out.
“Hey, are we talking about Casey’s pornstar sis?” Bailey called out from the kitchen sink in the next room. “Did you see her last cam-session?”
Casey huffed and mumbled in his beer. “She’s not a pornstar, she’s a webcam model.”
“Surrre..” Harley said gripping his own crotch. “She’s not a porn star like I don’t have a date with her next week.”
”Dude!?” Casey had a pulsing vein in his neck before he settled down. “Fine. Whatever.” He crossed his arms. “I hate you guys.”
“We love you too, Case.” Spencer stood up and stretched. “How’s the hand, Bailey?”
”Uh…It’s still-”
”Oh, don’t be a baby!” Harley howled back, “man up! You already look enough like Justin Beiber, you don’t have to act like him.”
”Yeah!” Morgan snickered. “If we wanted a pussy here, we could’ve brought Casey’s sister here!”
“Shut up…”Casey sunk even further into his lounger with a groan.
“Uh Spencer?” Bailey gave a bit of a whine.
“Alright, I’m coming.” Spencer sighed, the rich kid with tall hair and grated abs got to his feet and swaggered over with cheap beer in hand.
“I actually know a hot Bailey from Seattle.” Jesse adjusted his glasses as he straightened himself up, the armrest of this couch not the most comfortable spot. “Long brown hair, big breasts, thin waist, and a great ass in yoga pants. If we were going to bring a Bailey, it should have been that girl.”
“Right. From Seattle.” Morgan took off his hat and laughed as he ruffled his short hair. “Is that like that model from Canada you saw over summer?”
The Casey and Harley snickered while Jesse shook his head. “We live on the border you know, it’s not like it’s that crazy of a story.”
Bailey turned his head immediately as Spencer creaked through the nearly rotting doorway of this old Victorian kitchen with wide spider webs. He had wrapped his hands in a pure white tea cloth now dribbled with red, but his face still looked concerned. “Dude, you have to look at this.”
Spencer pointed at his hand and shrugged. “Looks like you have it under control man.” He took a sip from the bottle of frankly rather flavourless piss. “I don’t know what I can do.”
”Not my fingers.” Bailey pouted, “I’m talking about the sink.” His digit gestured over pearly white sink of the Victorian era, and pointed to where his blood had been pooling up. It was heading down the sink, as gravity would suggest, but instead trickling down a hole in the corner, the drops of blood seemingly sentient as they marched into this hole.
Both Bailey and Spencer knelt down to see where this hole lead, seeing that it was connected to a plastic tube besides the piping, the now red-coloured tubing swirling down in a spiral like a water slide down into the tiling itself. A quick tug proved that it was well secured to ‘something’ down there, but it was hard to distinguish what would be sucking up blood. “So…” Spencer gave another sip. “I don’t know, maybe it’s some ancient technology for keeping the sink clean. I’m not going to-”
”But look at this dude.” Bailey pulled a smart phone out of his pocket to turn on the flashlight.
Spencer’s face soured. “You’re not supposed to bring your phone on these kind of trips man. We’re supposed to be disconnecting you know.”
”My mom made me…” Bailey sighed before shaking his head. “But look at this!” He shined the light onto the wall, the previously blank beige tile lighting up into a paste of pink sparkles, the paint apparently invisible unless light was shone on it. However, the words weren’t as inviting as the font, only a warning for those eager enough to read the message.
GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!
“What do you think that means?” Bailey’s phone quivered as he touched the letters with his fingers.
“Just some pranks by some punks, man.” Spencer stood up shaking his head. “Don’t worry, it’s just going to be us guys tonight with-”
*DING-DONG*
Rolling his eyes, Spencer grumbled to himself. He wasn’t exactly supposed to have brought anyone here, so if that was his parents he was screwed. But he hadn’t thought there would be a problem considering the blustering storm outside. Yet, someone had actually climbed the hill of Castle Avenue to the old Spencer Manor, and despite not being keen on opening the door, he made his way to the front, passing by his four friends arguing on the couch.
“Hey Spencer!” Morgan called out with his beer shaking. “Who do you think has better tits? That model from Canada that Jesse supposedly met, or the imaginary blonde from Tennessee Casey couldn’t stop telling us he fucked despite having no pictures.”
”Yeah, did you fuck a chick named Summer in autumn or was it a girl named Autumn you fucked in summer?” Harley gave his jackal laugh the entire time.
“Guys not now, there’s someone at the door.” Spencer breezed past.
“That was probably just a branch hitting the bell.” Casey rolled his eyes. “No way that someone actually walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. Have you seen the storm outside?”
Heading into the lobby, Spencer peaked behind the curtain over the front door window momentarily to spot outside. Naturally, he could simply ignore it if it was some social worker telling them to abandon the place, or maybe somebody coming for help. However, there was no hiding the long wet hair, slim body and full breasts of the person on the other side.
With a hot lady on the other side, how could he not open it right away?
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