This is an erotic FICTION story. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. Some elements were taken from a creepypasta that does not have a listed author.
"Errr...Hi, ma'am," the nicely dressed woman at my front door says. She's a twenty-something who looks rather nervous. Not rob-your-house nervous, but she looks as if she doesn't want to be here type nervous. And the fact she just called me ma'am when I think I'm younger than her proves this.
"Ummm, hello," I reply to the woman that rang my doorbell with a smile, making sure to keep the front door somewhat shut so she can't see inside, just in case this is some sort of scope-out. This woman is literally the first person to come to my house uninvited so forgive me if I'm a bit on edge.
"I'm Michelle, and I know this is really weird. Really super weird, and I don't mean to make you worried or nervous or anything...but...have you heard anything strange lately? In the house?" the woman, who I guess is named Michelle asks, making direct eye contact with me.
For a moment it feels like someone uses a low wattage cow prod or something on me the way I feel. My heart begins to pound and my stomach sinks while my body turns to ice. There's even hairs on the back of my neck that stand up.
How would she know? How in the hell would she know about the weird-ass stuff that's been going on here? Not to mention that she said "heard." Have I "heard" anything weird, not seen or experienced, but heard. That makes the fear I have of all of this zoom to panic levels.
"I...I..." I begin, trying hard to seem calm and not crazy. I'm not really sure what to say or what not to say in this situation. I've no clue who she is or what she could want, so what do I reveal? I guess the first thing to do is figure out how she would know anything strange has happened? Could this entire thing be some sort of scam? Is she behind it? Could a person or persons be behind me losing my fucking mind?!
"Like I said, I know this is really, really super mega-weird," Michelle says and from her tone and demeanor I can tell she's being real. I also get the feeling that there's no sinister plot here. If there is, she's a damn good actor. I can feel the awkward vibes coming off of her like heat. What I don't feel is her trying to look about the house or fish for information.
"You want to come inside?" I offer, thinking that it is a bit odd to have a conversation like this outside. Does seem a bit rude or maybe mistrusting. Makes me feel that I'm the gate keeper preventing people from entering my home because I don't think they are good enough. Plus...not sure what the neighbors will think.
"
NO!
" Michelle damn near yells at my offer, her eyes widening to show real fear. Her hands raise up in a defensive manner as if I'm about to grab and pull her inside.
Right after doing this she quickly calms her freak out and tries to smile while her face burns red. She gives me a forced smile, the type you get only after you have made a fool of yourself.
"S-S-Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yelp like that. But no. No. I rather stay out here if that's ok with you," Michelle says. I don't think she even notices that she's taken a couple of steps back as if to put even more distance between the house and herself. The way she says this you might think that to go inside is a death sentence.
It's clear she's scared of my house. I would even say terrified. Again, why? What does she know? Or does she know something? Or is this again the work of a master conman?
"It's ok. Why would you ask about the house Michelle?" I question, trying to get any information I can before either of us freak out. Upon hearing my question, the semi pretty woman takes a breath and sighs.
"I used to live here, years ago," Michelle reveals but doesn't say it in joyful way. In fact, the way she says it makes me think it's the way someone says they been in jail. There's no joy in it, just information.
"I only lived here for a very short time. A friend that lives down the street reached out and told me that new people moved into my old house. I...I couldn't live with myself unless, you know, unless I warned whoever was living here, you know?" Michelle tells me, again looking rather embarrassed at saying this.
"Oh, ok," I reply, noting the sincerity in her eyes. My heart is still pounding at this strange encounter where I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel. I want to say this chick is for real, especially with all that's happened in the house, but what if she's crazy? Or again, running some sort of scam?
I feel my eyes narrow as I consider her last statement. This house has sat empty for a good eight months before we moved in. I know because I was shocked when I heard that. Houses in this middle class area normally have a one day turnaround. They go on the market Monday, sold on Tuesday. But somehow, someway this place didn't get sold for eight months.
I remember thinking how strange that was as the house wasn't in need of any real repairs. It isn't the best house ever, but it's fine for what it is. I mean, there are houses in this very neighborhood that are a hell of a lot worse that sell extremely fast. Despite this, no one was able to give me an answer to why this was, not the real estate guy, not the seller, not even the people I've talked to around here.
"Please know, this is super awkward for me as I'm sure it is for you. I'm not here trying to get anything or sell you crap, I just want to warn you. I feel really stupid right now, but like I said, I wouldn't be able to live with myself unless I tried," Michelle says in a rather sweet manner, revealing that sincerity again.
I smile at this but don't know what to say. On purpose I don't want to say anything about the house. I've had people try to scam me before so I know discussing the supernatural tends to be a way in. Some grifter will get a mark to say some weird story they have, unknowingly giving up a lot of personal details. They just need a single detail to latch on to and from it they can make you give up all sorts of valuable information.
"It...it was a v-v-voice, at first," Michelle reveals, her voice quivering just a tiny bit as she says this, revealing how scared she is of it.
