Making her way through the early morning mist to deliver her newspapers, Olivia peers sadly at the lonely house at the end of Willow Lane. Each time she's near this neglected house, she feels an unexplained sorrow and deep fear that somehow makes her feel connected to its mysterious past. No one, including her family, seems to know the true history of the house. She's never heard of one soul brave enough to step a foot inside the jagged doors. The people in this small town believe and continue to pass down the rumors that it is haunted and that anyone who foolishly enters will be savagely murdered by the vengeful ghost of the previous owner. Although Olivia isn't sure if she believes these rumors, it both frightens and excites her to think about what's really on the other side of the dilapidated walls. The strangest thing is that since she turned nineteen a few weeks ago, her connection to the house has grown even more intense and she can feel it silently beckoning her inside each morning as she passes by it on her route.
As she stands staring through the scattered morning light, she blinks nervously as the cold wind softly whispers her name, encircling her body and gently guiding her toward the entrance of the house. The urge to go inside feels unbearable this morning, but she swallows hard and resists with all of her strength, forcing her body to back up on the sidewalk. As she turns to run away, the wind whips impatiently through the air and rips several papers from her hand before she can grab them. She turns and squints her eyes through the dim light to see the papers have landed neatly against the front door of the house. Her heart begins to pound. She takes a deep breath, telling herself there's nothing to be afraid of, that she's just letting the rumors get to her, and bravely makes her way to the porch. She takes the steps slowly and stops next to the door, holding her breath, her body shaking against the chilly air. Nothing happens and all is quiet. Breathing a sigh of relief and shaking her head at her silly fear, she bends over to gather the papers. As she picks them up, she notices the date on the front page and realizes that she had completely forgotten that today was October 31st. A shiver courses through her flesh as her mind immediately fills with the realization that something horrible is connected to this house and today's date. Her heart beats faster as a creaking sound interrupts the quiet air. She looks up as the door slowly opens, filling her bones with icy terror. Her eyes widen and she wants to run away, but instead she finds herself moving through the doorway, unable to resist as the house commands her presence.
Olivia squeezes her eyes tightly shut. She jumps as the door closes behind her, locking her inside an unknown fate. Hugging her arms protectively around her quivering body, hot tears escape her closed eyes and flow softly down her pink cheeks. Standing there too frightened to move, beautiful music starts to softly play, calming her nerves enough to open her eyes. She gasps in surprise as an amazing scene blazes before her. Flickering candlelight illuminates the room with a soft welcoming glow. Beautiful flowers are strewn around the walls and wooden furnishings in a spiral fashion, permeating the room with a sweet fragrance. The chandeliers and railings are covered with satin ribbons and bows to give the appearance of an approaching celebration. Olivia stares in astonished disbelief as she notices a large mirror on the wall next to her. Her jeans and hooded jacket have been replaced by a white silk evening gown that reveals her voluptuous figure in a way that she's never noticed before. Her long dark hair hangs in soft curls around her face and she smiles modestly at her reflection.
Suddenly a man's deep voice startles her, "You have never looked more beautiful, my sweet."
Turning her head toward the sound of his voice, her chestnut eyes find the entrance to a long white staircase. Her heart flutters with excitement as she looks up to see a tall man wearing dark pants and a white shirt walking slowly down the stairs. He's a striking young man of about thirty with auburn hair and hazel eyes that are staring intently into hers as he walks toward her. Mesmerized by his piercing gaze, she can only mumble in reply, "I don't....I mean who......who are......." She can't finish her sentence, as her eyes are locked into his. He seems so familiar and she feels an impulse to run into his arms. She shakes her head in confusion. How can that be? She's never seen this man before in her life.
He moves close to her body and lifts her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. His eyes search hers. "Olivia, please do not be frightened. I have waited so long for you to return to me, my love."
His gentle manner leaves her unable to fight the impulse any longer as she wraps her arms around his neck, nestling her head against his broad chest. "Oh William, I could never be frightened of you. It has been so long since you've held me in your arms, my darling." As they embrace, her thoughts are jumbled and restless, wondering where those words came from. How does she know his name is William and when could he have held her before? What is happening? And why does it feel so perfect? She is so confused, yet so contented and safe in his arms, as if it's the only place she truly belongs.
William scoops her up in his strong arms, her head still resting snugly against his chest. He takes her upstairs into a glorious bedroom. The windows are decorated with white lacey drapes and the canopy bed is covered with a frill white comforter and large fluffy pillows. Red rose petals are scattered all around the bed. He lays her down gently and nuzzles her neck. His lips race to hers, kissing her passionately, his years of longing and heartache penetrating her soul. Olivia runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, his tongue invading her warm mouth.
He reaches down and unbuttons her beautiful gown as an artist would put the finishing touches on his favorite sculpture. She watches his gentle hands caress the smooth skin revealed after each clasp is painstakingly undone. Goosebumps of anticipation prickle her warm flesh as the last button is pulled through. He slides the gown from her shoulders, exposing her nude body to a man for the first time. She sees him smile as a warm blush spreads across her innocent face. His hands massage her shoulders and arms tenderly as her eyes close, allowing her to focus only on the luxury of his sweet touch . His fingers roam lower and trace the roundness of her firm young breasts. He leans down and licks the tip of her nipple, his hands still caressing her soft body. He moves to the other nipple, moaning against it as he draws it into his mouth, causing it to stiffen against his tongue.
Olivia runs her hands down the length of his back, suddenly realizing that his clothes are gone and he is naked against her. She tries to remember when he removed his clothing, but can't. Her thoughts are quickly drawn back to her body as his fingers begin rubbing circles around her soft mound. "Ooohhh," she moans in delight, feeling a rush of pleasure settle between her thighs.
His hands move between her legs, as he parts her thighs gently. He caresses her outer lips, up and down, slipping easily along the wetness. "Don't worry, my precious Olivia. I promise I will be very gentle with you."
