Moving day! Erin and her brother had a few helping hands. All on Erin. He saw right through it all.
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Erin Parrish was obviously out of her mind knowing what she did when buying the Souillon Estate. Signing papers, meeting the relatives of institutionalized patient Vivian DeVore to transfer the deed into Erin's name felt right. While never a believer in ghosts until the day she toured the home she was certainly a firm believer now. She had solid proof of her home being haunted, including the possession of her realtor Ed Hanson. The poor fellow had his body controlled by one of the spirits in the house, making him masturbate right in front of Erin and her best friend Kyra. Kyra was not too happy with her best friend's choices of late. It seemed too destructive for her tastes. Maybe it was, but Erin always did prefer living dangerously. Two tours in Afghanistan said a lot. Tough but sexy, Erin Parrish had it all.
"Power's on, water's got pressure. Now I just need a washer and dryer." Erin toured her new home, stepping out on to a massive screened in porch behind the home. With the heat index pushing 90 today it was like air conditioning, something the home did not have currently. Central air was not any priority it seemed when any modifications were made on the already existing manor. But, as said when living in a desert climate like Afghanistan this was heaven, not that it did much for her beautiful blond hair.
"I just cannot believe how good of a shape this place is for it's age. This place was built in the early 1800's. Remodeled I'm certain in most cases but it does represent in an old school way that's for certain." In a sense it was a school, more an orphanage for young boys get down to it. "Obviously plumbing, furnaces and electricity were added. From what the Devore family told me this place was actually built on a settlement from the 1700's small scale, until Genie bought it from the original owners. As I understand it this place was part of Manakin Town, the very first French settlers in Virginia. What a name Manakin Town, where's the mannequins?" She laughed then leered up at the ceiling of the porch, "Shit! I haven't been up in the attic yet. Nor the cellar." She just knew there must be one mannequin in every haunted house. If not, she would buy one just for kicks.
"Need to get me some patio furniture for the porch here. Man, I love the challenge of all this, but I have a lot on my agenda in buying this place. Just mowing is going to be a bitch. Better buy me a riding mower. Not like I can put my new roommates to work doing the grounds keeping. Right Boys? You're getting off... lucky." As she said that her necklace lifted on its own as it had last week when she lay in the Mistress bed. Lowering her chin to witness it better she zeroed in on the gem inlay of her necklace, it almost appeared as if winking at her through its sparkle.
"I'm glad I found you out in the desert that day Gemma Lou. You're just too sexy." Her mind recalled being on patrol and finding a tiny porcelain ampule at her boot one day. Examining it she popped the cork and discovered the gem inside. Keeping it secret knowing the export laws of the country she smuggled it home in a bottle of bath pearls. "We both got away clean," She chuckled. "Mine all mine Baby."
Saying that outloud the necklace slipped back between her breasts and dangled with charm. "I chalk it up to you Boys finding my necklace cute. It's never acted alive until this house so... I'm fine with your curiosity but let's not damage the goods here, the noose is not invincible. Losing this gem would break my heart." Pouting for her own dramatic flair she suddenly feels as if a palm lay directly over her heart, her chest warm and fuzzy.
"Awww! Did one of you Sweethearts just touch my heart?" She was certain. "I need to dig up... I guess that sounds morbid, doesn't it? Let me rephrase... I need to find some information on you guys... names would be nice. If we're going to live together it would be nice to build a friendship." A wind chime near the porches screen door jingles without a breeze, she took that as a sign that they were in agreement.
"How many ghosts live with me here?" She asked, "I mean the picture up in the Mistress room had 12 young men on their knees around Genevieve, I presume that at least some of you were in that photo." Nothing no answer, no chime. "Okay! I need to go for now we can explore more later. I'm meeting my big brother Jonah in an hour. He drove my belongings down from Richmond, so when he comes in, I need you boys on your best behavior. No possessing him like you did Eddie the realtor. I really don't want to witness my brother jerking off." She laughed, "Seen that when I was in high school. Not pretty!"
Turning to head back inside Erin pauses in the doorway, "You boys... men... strangely make me feel right at home. Maybe it's because I'm a freak, I don't know, but... I love my home... our home." Sighing at no response she walks through the house grabbing her car keys from a small table near the front door. Just as she turns the doorknob she hears a creak behind her and looks for the source. A left behind grandfather clock in the corner of the room teetered and the front glass had come open, seeing it carefully swaying outwardly. With curiosity she takes a stroll over to face the clock and is given a start, the hour hand on the clock moved on its own and pointed at 12 even up. This bit of oddity made her think and realize what it was all about. "All 12 of you here? Full house still, eh? Nice way of letting me know. Awesome! Miss me while I'm away. Gotta go Luvs."
Taking her leave she returned to the door, no more than touching the knob then feeling a tug on one of her belt loops to her white jean shorts. They obviously wanted her to stay. "I'll be back. I promise." She giggled, then felt as if a hand was slipping down into her back pocket, dragging her back five inches. "Mmm! Momma like! Let's take this up when I'm not pressed for time." Knob turning without her help she sensed the removal of someone's hand. The door clicking open she stepped further back and let the door open by itself.
"Awww! Such gentlemen. Lock up for me." Out she went, getting into her Land Rover to buckle up. A chill went down her spine but regardless she was giddy. Blowing a kiss at the house she noticed something that made her pause in backing out. Every window near her fogged up as if one massive exhale. In the steamed over glass a heart was etched into every single one. Counting 13 she winced, "Hmm? They said 12. What's up with..." She sneers at the fading hearts deeply in thought, then it came to her, "Genevieve?" She would consider it an honor that Genie herself might actually love her new housemate. Hmmm? "Naaaw! Has to be another explanation."
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Pulling out on to the main road leading into a town called Melas, Erin's cell rang, utilizing her blue tooth she answered it. "Hey Kyra."
"Hey yourself my foolish Biotch. Having regrets yet?"
"Not one. Well, maybe that you won't come visit me after the tour."
"Why? So, I can go all white eyed and start rubbing my clit? Sorry Bitch but I'm not taking that risk. Uh Uh! No, I am not."
"We don't know if that happens to girls yet." Erin laughed, "Look! I understand your worry but I'm a big girl, I can handle things." She had still not told even Kyra about masturbating on the Mistress bed that touring day. She would be called insane, especially if she mentioned being touched by any ghost. Her secret for now. So far, she was feeling good about them. At least she knew her ghosts liked girls.
"Don't wanna be the first to find out. You really should have some of those paranormal investigators come out and at least see what you're getting into."
"Sounds fun, I might. All guys, I hope. Cute guys even." She laughed.
"Oh hell! What if they all get possessed?"
"Then I guess I'll be wearing ectoplasm. As long as it's Vinkman's. Egon I might hurl."
"You're one crazy bitch Parrish."
"You've been telling me that for eight years." They had served two terms together overseas. Knew each other prior to that. It was simply fate that kept them together. "Tell me that another eight years from now."
"Today is moving day, right?"
"Yep! Meeting Jonah in Melas up the road from me. He rented a U-Haul trailer which he's pulling behind his truck. I don't really have much but mom and I went yard sailing and picked up a few things before I came back here. Creepy hotel in Belltower sucked."
"What if Jonah goes all zombie on you?"
"I pictured that actually. Not how it sounds, "She giggled, "I guess I find a way to bring him out of it. Let's hope not, or I suppose I won't be inviting the family to Thanksgiving Dinner."
"You know your mom will want to see the house at some point."