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A Ghost Story, Erotic Dreams in the Haunted House
Chapter 2
Edward Kahn strode impatiently across the thick sprawling Persian rug in the grand hallway of Daniel Taylor's home. His friend urged him to be ready and waiting at 2:00. He arrived precisely ten minutes early. Edward yanked a gold watch from his waistcoat pocket, 2:30 pm. David's tardiness was legendary. His friend lost all concept of time when he was deep in thought and kept others waiting longer than a female beleaguering over her appearance before an important social event.
Edward was ushered into the lemon colored sitting room with fussy button tufted settees and richly appointed rose damask chairs. When a maid offered him tea and sweet meat, Kahn knew he was in for a wait. On the rare occasion when David spied Edward as he walked through the front doors, he would gallop down the grand staircase and greet him like an errant child with consummate excitement. Edward admired his friend's exuberance. With all good friendships however Kahn took the good with the bad.
Tardiness was certainly his worst attribute. Friends since Oxford University, Edward quickly admired his brash, intrepid American friend. David exemplified the enthusiastic, 'can do' positive and hard working attitude prevalent in the US during the progressive late nineteen hundreds. Advancing mechanization was burgeoning during the last decade of the century and shaped America into an emerging world power. David didn't need to persuade Edward, already business savvy, to invest in these capitalistic ventures.
Wealthy and powerful men would dabble in these monetary games to their hearts content. Edward was both rich and powerful. His mother was a titled aristocratic English Lady. His roots intertwined with the English monarchy. His father was a cousin of the Persian Shah and made his money from the ultra profitable tobacco trade in his father's home country.
Three years ago he moved from London, his half time childhood city. Edward packed up his belongings and boarded a steamship headed to the New World. The only real comfort he took from his motherland was his mistress, Kayla. A black haired beauty with Caribbean blue eyes whose exotic Persian beauty made every man's heart melt.
Kahn invested well with his shrewd business sense. He already surpassed yearly projections and was ready to embark on a new business venture. He'd invested heavily in stream ships and railroads. He added quickly to his wealth and decided the time was right to plant deep roots in the rocky New England soil.
Kahn was building a stately mansion on a five-acre ocean front plot in Barrington, Rhode Island. The seaside town was centrally located near the Central Falls Mills he owned in Pawtucket. He commissioned building and material experts to follow his exact specifications. The estate would exude old world charm but have all current day modern conveniences. The home would boost sweeping verandas both front and back. Imported marble and exotic woods would cover the floors and walls. No expense would be spared.
David was his attorney and if the blasted man didn't hustle they'd late for their appointment with the other investors. He needed David's savvy legal mind to guide him though all the official rigmarole. Edward was about to trounce through the house and unearth his errant friend. He checked his watch again and dropped the timepiece in is pocket then marched to the grand staircase.
Edward stopped short when a massive swirl of brilliant white light flashed on top of the stairs. The intensity was blinding and Kahn covered his eyes quickly with his forearm. Then a ghostly female shape was hurled through the epicenter of the dazzling vortex. Her body lunged forward then tumbled down the stairs. She made a sickening muffled thud as her body hit the carpeted landing. Edward stood motionless and horrified. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed.
Kahn rushed over to the young woman and crouched over the still body. Her nose was bleeding, a glaring red rash appeared across her lovely cheekbone. She was dressed in a sheer nightgown. Spots of blood stained the pretty fabric. Her absolute beauty struck him. He was too frightened though to indulge in his lascivious desires to allow eyes to roam over every inch of her. Perfectly sized and shaped breasts clung to the garment. Her long blonde hair was thick and curled near the tips. Her long thoroughbred legs poked from the nightdress. Edward scooped her head up carefully and felt the warm blood seeped into his palm.
"Miss, Miss can you hear me?" With fearful trepidation he checked the pulse on her neck. It was weak but at least she had one. The mysterious woman was out cold.
"Thank god." He whispered.
"Help!" he shouted at the top of his lungs
"We need help, anyone, dear god this lady needs help! His voice boomed and echoed throughout the hall.
Within seconds, servants appeared from various areas of the house and scurried toward him like a colony of wild ants. Edward smoothed the long wheat blonde hair from her face. A small gash across her forehead was bleeding. He carefully stroked her cheek and marveled at her beauty.
When David appeared and saw the pretty blonde curled up and bleeding on the staircase he flew to her.
"What the hell happened to my sister?" he shouted to his friend.
"Your sister?" Kahn was surprised.
He never met the youngest Taylor sister. She was away at school on the few occasions he visited his schoolmate. He then remembered David told him she just graduated from college.
"She fell down the stairs, David, I don't know how but she just stumbled and landed here. I couldn't get to her quick enough."
Edward wasn't going to try to explain how she propelled from a fantastic brilliant light. It was too unbelievable. He was still in shock. Kahn couldn't understand how such a thing was possible.
"She is bleeding. Oh sweet Lillian!" He lifted her gently and cradled her in his arms. Worry lined David's expression as he stroked her face.
"It's bleeding from here."
Edward pushed her hair aside to expose the deep gash. He pulled out his linen handkerchief and pressed the material firmly into her wound in an effort to slow the bleeding. He noticed her lips were full, crested in a pretty cupid's bow. Edward adored beautiful woman. He cursed himself for his insensitivity. Now was definitely not the time to become enraptured by his best friends unconscious sister.
Servants zoomed about anxious, nervous waiting for their master's command. They peered over the young pretty blonde. One of the older women began to bawl when she her pretty mistresses bruised body and the blood dripping on her face.
"Don't just stand around damn it! Someone fetch the doctor!" David barked to his staff.
"Get some towels and warm water. We need to carefully move her upstairs."
David jabbed his arm in various directions and the servants scurried away. He smoothed more hair away and began to check for other injuries. Two of the younger men offered to help carry her.
