I submitted this for the 2023 Halloween contest but under the wrong category. It is still the basic story with some corrections and I added a few paragraphs to the beginning. I also changed the title which was just 'Diner.'
In the late 18 hundreds a small train of wagons stopped in southern Georgia just off the main road that lead from the county seat. It was a narrow gravel road that was to become the southern border of their new home. Several hundred acres of land that was purchased to become a new plantation. For many months a traveler going by would hear the sound of hammers and saws building the big house for the owners. Also housing for the paid workers and for those bought and sold at the whim of the owners. The main house while not huge was perfect in every way for a rich family.
The road would be called the plantation road. On occasion there would be music and laughter from the main house as the owners partied with the local elite. But then a darker image arose. Travelers at night would find themselves walking or riding faster past the plantation. Stories would be told of strange and eerie screams in the night. Strange lights would be seen floating above the trees.
At the turn of the century the mistress of the house built a diner by the road. Some said it was because the main house kitchen would become too warm during the hot summers. Others wondered about the mistress's sanity but because she was rich and connected she was merely refereed to as eccentric.
Now the plantation seemed abandoned with most of the buildings collapsed or gone.
Pete and Gladys were headed north on the interstate in the rural part of south Georgia. They had visited their long time friends Judy and Hal who had relocated sometime ago in Florida.
"That was something of a surprise," said Gladys.
"What was dear?"
"Well remember we had wondered if we might have a mini orgy with them for old times sake but I was surprised when they brought in that younger couple. "
"At our age everyone seems younger," he added.
"One look at her naked and you were instantly hard," she said.
"She was hot," he replied.
"Big boobs you mean."
"Hey I am a guy, right? And you took no time at all getting down with your mouth and lubricating his dick. "
"It was a perfect dick though."
They both laughed.
" I'm going to pull off here to get gas. It's been two hours and I need to stretch my legs."
"There doesn't seem much here."
"Sign said gas three miles if I turn right."
Gladys took the lens cap off her camera. She kept it available when on back roads looking for scenery to photograph. Suddenly she turned and pointed the camera in front of her husband.
"Hey be careful."
"Did you see that diner? "
"No I didn't I am trying to drive here."
"It was one of those old fashion diners the kind that sorta looks like a railroad car."
She held down the shutter button to take several pictures.
* * *
On the way back from the service station she begged him to stop at the diner. He doubted that it would be open out here in the middle of nowhere but he pulled in to the driveway that faced the diner. Outside was a waitress and she raised a coffee pot in greeting when she saw them. Gladys took a few more pictures of the waitress.
"Will you stop with the camera now?"
"If I can crop it just right especially with the waitress holding up that coffee pot, that is going to be a great picture to print," She replied.
The waitress opened the door and waved them in saying that they were still open. After pouring them each a cup of coffee, she said the grill was not being used and suggested a hearty soup with origins in east Europe. She served them each a steaming bowl of the delicious looking soup and asked if she could sit with them. The soup was not only delicious but relaxing in a strange way.
" Gobova juha is a traditional Slovenian mushroom soup," Explained Frieda.
"I am surprised you are open this being such a remote place," said Pete.
"Actually we are never open except on this day. It is sort of a tradition and this is a special day," She replied, "Where are my manners. I am Frieda Williams."
She pronounce the w like a v. Pete and Gladys introduced themselves.
"It is getting late and we had better get going," said Pete.
"Nonsense you can stay with us as guests and be fresh to go tomorrow. Just follow the driveway outside on the left and park in front of the house. I will lock up and come by a back way."
Pete was about ready to object but Gladys quickly said they were tired and would be glad to take her up on her proposal.
* * *
They parked where the driveway made a loop in the front of a Victorian house. Pete got out of the car and gazed at the house. It was a magnificent structure with two stories and an attic with dormers under a hip roof. "Look at that, the whole house looks as if it had just been built," said Pete.
He pulled each of their overnight bags out of the car and locked the doors. All of a sudden two young people came running across the porch and down the stairs. They both had a head of hair like they had never seen before. At the bottom they actually leapfrogged over each other to get to the car.
"Hi I'm Fredric Lupe."
"And I am his cousin Inge Lupe. Let us carry your bags."
Without waiting for an answer they each grabbed a bag and loped across the lawn, up on the porch and back into the house. Pete shrugged his shoulders and they both walked to the house.
* * * The short hallway led to a large room with a giant fireplace facing them. It was ranked by two large semicircular stairs leading to the second story. To one side was a small coffee table surrounded by two large sofas. A beautiful dark haired woman entered and approached them. She was dressed in a beautiful evening gown. They realized that it was Frieda without her waitress cap and apron. Also she was the woman in the painting that hung over the giant fireplace.
"We were admiring your portrait."
"People say that but I don't see the resemblance. It is the matriarch of my lineage painted many generations ago. She migrated slowly through Europe and her line eventually ended up here in the states. She wrote a diary in Latin and they were preserved by the family line. I studied them and was able to read some of them. She was a duchess of a small fiefdom. She claimed she gave the serfs good advice on crops and many other things, but after a long drought they rebelled and stormed the castle. She had to flee by a secret door and a hidden trail. She called it the night of the pitchforks. I think she may have exaggerated a little."
"Yes she is beautiful," said a voice at their side causing them to jump, "and my wife never tires of telling that story."
He was a tall handsome man in a casual yet impeccably tailored suit.
"I'm sorry I startled. I do walk softly. I am Boris Williams and welcome to our home. Frieda told me you were coming and I prepared a small snack for us at the coffee table. It is cheese and red wine. Red is Frieda's favorite color isn't it dear?"
"Yes and in all its beautiful shades," She answered.
For about an hour they ate and talked around the coffee table. Then Pete raised his hand to suppress a yawn.
"I apologize again. You need to get your sleep now," said Boris
He showed them the guest bedroom on the first floor. It had its own bathroom and a large bed with an old fashion canopy. They got ready for bed and they were soon asleep.
* * *
Pete and Gladys were both in a strange room. Although the light was dim they could see the cousins doing it doggy style on a large bed. They looked at each other and saw that they were both naked from the waist down. Fredric looked back and saw them.
"That's alright you can watch," Fredric said, "In fact you can join us if you want."
They wanted to refuse but a disquieting urge forced them to the bed. Gladys climbed on the bed on her knees and Fredrick was instantly in her. His quick in and out action was more mechanical than erotic yet she found her organism coming quickly.
