Author's Note: This is my
Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024
entry. I set out to write a dark, horror romance, but my characters refused to cooperate - especially the protagonist who turned out to be someone different than I had originally imagined. I appreciate anyone who checks it out and thank you for your time. I will enjoy exploring this world further if it finds some fans.
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Celadon Scythe
One
It was the first week of my sophomore year when I saw my first ghost. I'm not going to lie; I freaked way out - ask anyone living on the fourth floor of Shepherd Hall. The screaming brought a crowd to my room. Most were concerned; others were pissed I woke them up. The knocking on my door turned into pounding before I could pull myself together enough to open it. When the well-intention residence assistant saw me, she said "Emora, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." That's when I fainted.
I kept my mouth shut about what I had seen. I told everyone it was just a nightmare. The lie was embarrassing enough, but it was better than saying I had seen a ghost. My roommate acted uncomfortable around me and I knew people were talking behind my back. I even heard one guy laugh when I walked by as he told his buddies, "I hear she's a screamer." Alright, I admit that was funny, and more than just a little true.
The incident left my nerves frayed. I couldn't sleep and I avoided the dorm as much as I could. I had no interest in seeing whatever I had seen again. I had been enjoying my time at Celadon University, a private college in Eastern Wisconsin founded in 1852. It wasn't as well known as the colleges of the University of Wisconsin System, but acceptance standards at Celadon were high. It was a beautiful campus with gothic style buildings - many of them over a century old. Learning the campus was haunted changed my thoughts about my future at Celadon, though.
Maybe a change would be for the best. I didn't have the active social life I was hoping to find in college. I managed to go on a few dates during my first year and had a boyfriend most of the second semester. That was until he told me he thought we both could "use some space." What an asshole. Even I knew that was code for him wanting to sleep with other women. I looked on it as an opportunity for me to broaden my sexual horizons as well, but opportunities were proving elusive. I heard through the Celadon grapevine that my ex planned to get back together with me after he had played the field a while. I made up my mind I would under no circumstances date or sleep with him again. I was already regretting that stance since no crowd of men were throwing themselves at my feet to get me into the sack. Hell, I would have been satisfied with one guy tripping in my general direction.
I wanted to have fun, to experiment and get a little wild. Celadon University was much more sexually conservative than I had expected. Most of the guys that went here were super smart. There were probably diamonds in the rough under their geeky exterior, but so far, my search had been fruitless. There were a few jocks, too. Although I'm not sure you can use the term jock for someone who plays on a football team that went 2 and 10 each of the last two seasons.
Two
I met Maddie two days after I saw the ghost. I had spent the time trying to convince myself that it really had been a bad dream. I was studying under a tree on Cambos Hill when she sat in the shade near me and took out an Organic Chemistry textbook. I didn't think much of it at first. This was a popular place to catch some fall sun before the weather turned cold. "How are classes going?" she asked.
"I'm managing" I told her.
"The second year is easier than being a freshman," she said.
"I hope so," I replied. I should have known something was up when she knew I was a sophomore, but it seemed like an innocent enough comment. I took a moment to study her. She was small with dark hair and green eyes. The juxtaposition was striking. She was dressed in a black T-shirt, black jeans and black Doc Martens. If her goal was to look cool and nerdy with a bit of goth thrown in, she was nailing it. I was happy for the small talk. It had been a couple of days since I had a conversation with someone that didn't know about my late-night screaming incident.
"I'm Maddie," she said. "And this is Calvin." She pointed to a sandy blonde man standing a few feet away with his back to us. I hadn't noticed him. It was unnerving that the two of them were together, but he seemed disinterested in us, as if he were on the lookout for something.
I hesitated before answering. "Emora," I said.
"I know who you are" Maddie said.
"Oh. So, you're a stalker. Are you hitting on me?"
"No, nothing like that. Calvin and I are here to help you. We would rather not talk about it here where someone could hear us though," she said.
Maddie seemed friendly enough. Calvin looked nice. By that I mean his ass looked good in the jeans he was wearing. I still hadn't seen his face. I wasn't comfortable going anywhere with the two of them, however. "I appreciate that you want to, um, help me, but I'm not sure what you are talking about. I don't want to be rude, but I have studying to do, and I would like to get back to it."
"We know you saw something." It was Calvin who spoke this time.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. But I had a strange feeling they knew I was lying.
"I think you do," Maddie said. "You can tell us about it. We promise to believe you. We may even have answers. Please, just fifteen minutes of your time. If you want us to leave you alone after that, we'll never bother you again. We can go into North Hall. There is a professor who will let us use his office."
I'm not sure what made me decide to go with them. It was probably the mention of them having answers since I had no idea what had really happened that night in my room. We climbed the stairs to the second floor of North Hall and came to a small, cluttered office. A thin, aged, mostly bald man sat behind the desk. I say aged because I feel like saying he was really fucking old seems rude. His long, hooked nose threw off his face's proportion. He stood when he saw Calvin in the doorway. "Could we borrow your office for ten minutes, Dr. Keil?" Calvin asked.
"Of course. I'll take a walk. Seems a nice day for it."
Who were these students who could kick a professor out of his office for an impromptu meeting? The way Dr. Keil shuffled from behind his desk and out of the office made me think he couldn't get too far in 10 minutes. He was by far the oldest professor I had ever seen. As he left the room, I thought I saw flickers of light behind him. They looked like orbs and were gone the moment he was in the hallway. I dismissed it as a trick of the light coming in from the office window.
There were two wooden chairs in front of the ancient looking desk. Maddie motioned for me to sit. She took the other. Calvin stood outside the door, still giving me the impression he was on the lookout for something.
"Is he on his way?" Maddie asked.
"I texted him. He said he would be here as soon as he could," Calvin replied from outside the door.
Before I could ask who was on his way, a man, presumably another student, walked into the office and took the professor's chair behind the desk. He wore khaki slacks and a pink plaid button-down short sleeved shirt. His hair was dark, like Maddie's, and was slicked back with gel. He struck me as incredibly handsome, although it was difficult to make a true assessment because he was wearing a pair of plastic framed dark sunglasses. The energy in the room changed once he showed up. He had my full attention.
"I won't waste your time," he said. "I know you saw something last week, so I have a few questions. I can only help you if you answer honestly, however."
"I have a question first. Who the hell are you? Who are all of you?" I asked.
"My name is Trent, and I get to ask the questions first."