Thunder rolled through the air as the lightening tore the sky asunder. Chills rolled down my back as I hurried to catch up to the rest of the group as we exited the bus, following our tour guide to the massive mansion in front of us.
"Clare!" A voice yelled from behind me. "Wait up!" My friend Aaron ran up behind me and grabbed my arm. "You scared yet?" he whispered into my ear, setting my skin aflame. To be honest, the only reason I had agreed to this whole After Hours Nightmare tour was so that I could convince Aaron that I was brave and maybe even convince him to consider fucking me. He had been my childhood crush and as we had grown up together, he became increasingly attractive and unattainable. Even in his jacket, I could see his biceps bulging and my heart jumped when his hands brushed my skin. God. When I looked up, his striking blue eyes held mine, filled with a dangerous excitement and an unbearable lust for adventure. My eyes roved across the rugged features of his face, from the cleft in his chin to the wide smile. His dark hair whipped in the warm wind that tore at our clothes and yet seemed to be in the perfect position the entire time.
"This shit is a load of crock," I finally replied. "I can't believe some of these suckers actually believe that this could be a doorway to Hell," I scoffed, hugging myself against the wind. I had certainly not dressed for the outing; my legs were shaking in the skinny jeans that hugged my ass and hips perfectly, accentuating what I already had. Every time I bent over, I could feel my thong pop out from the waistband and hear murmurs of assent from other men in the tour group. Aaron still hadn't said anything. The breeze was cold enough to make my nipples harden slightly, which was clear through my shirt. My push-up gave me an ample amount of cleavage that would've been admired any other day, however, it was hidden by my arms as I crossed them over my chest.
"Oh come on, this is fun! You can't say you don't believe any of this. There have been weird disappearances in this area for hundreds of years."
"Coincidence. Or crazy red-necks who believe this is a worshiping ground. You never really know the difference," I shoot back as we near the front of the house. The short, stumpy man leading the group has stopped and waited for all ten of us to gather around him. There was something off about him that I couldn't really place, but he gave me the creeps. It was like he knew something that we didn't. I shuddered and leaned into Aaron as I waited for the man to speak. When he opened his mouth, his nasally voice poured out and he had to practically yell above the storm.
"And here we stand on the grounds of one of the country's greatest horror attractions; the Doorway to Hell. Many people have alleged that friends and family have gone missing here before, and those that make it back are never the same. There have been reports of hallucinations, unexpected medical emergencies and heart attacks that have occurred upon entering this building. Should you feel uncomfortable at any point, you may leave. Follow me." Turning on his heel, he led us into the dark gloom and out of the storm. I felt Aaron chuckle at the end of the speech. Like he would ever chicken out.
When we reached the foyer and the door slammed behind us βno doubt because of the wind- our guide turned on his lamp and began walking up the banister. He proceeded to tell us about the buildings history. At the beginning of its time, it had been a brothel, one of the most notorious in the state for having wild prostitutes and the strongest brew in the county. Ever room used to house two or three strippers at a time, pleasuring customers and each other whenever they felt the need. I felt my lower abdomen contract at the thought of the lewd sex acts those girls must have performed. I couldn't wait to perform my own. I grabbed the top of Aaron's thigh and rubbed it gently for a moment before retracting my hand.
Unfortunately for the prostitutes, the reverend of the township lost his mind one day after having a bit of "bad blood" from the Lord Jesus. He stormed down to the brothel and slaughtered every single man and woman that stood in the building. He accused every single one of them to be the Jezebel's and Whore's that rivaled the one of Babylon before striking them and finally himself, down. As we passed one of the open doors, I heard a moan of pleasure from some unseen woman. I poked my head in the room and there was nothing there. Thinking it was my imagination, I continued on.
As we walked past another door, I heard another moan, this one louder than the last. I frowned, worried that I was losing it and making stuff up. Aaron saw my face and quietly asked what was wrong. I quickly changed my attitude. "Oh nothing. Just thought I heard something. Fuck, this is boring," I replied. Feeling bold, I continued, " Why don't you and I go find some privacy? All this talk about fucking has got me horny as Hell and I need to let off some steam." I knew it was a long shot, but the grin on his face told me he was down. He nodded and we slipped into one of the rooms and let the group walk by.