They always say you meet the nicest people in the strangest places. This story was inspired by a conversation I had with a lovely vampire called Karen Nightingale who I met in a chat room. Originally I was going to put this in erotic horror, but having read it have decided it sits better in mind control.
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The two girls stared at each other as they walked up the separate paths of the huge country house that had been separated into two semi-detached units. Forced together by their fathers working in the same isolated location, they were to be neighbours in a house that seemed to be right out of a Gothic horror story. Though, by the looks on their faces, they each thought the other was their own personal horror story come true.
Maddie stood on the path, her tight shorts showing the lower third of her ass cheeks, with a tight top on that made her pert 34B breasts look bigger than they were, swearing like a trooper. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she yelled, brushing a strand of her short blonde hair from her face, "thought you said there was internet in this stupid fucking place?" as she waved her smart phone round desperately trying to get a signal.
"There is dear," said her mother, trying to look apologetic to her neighbour for her daughter's mouth, while at the same time, trying to get the movers to stop staring at her 18 year old daughter's body, and focus on the task at hand of moving their stuff into the house, that would be their home for the next 6 months.
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Josephine felt herself blush as she heard her neighbour swear, and pulling her cardigan tighter round herself, she hurried into the house behind her mother. Josephine was like a younger image of her mother, the same mousy brown hair pulled back into a tight bun, the horn-rimmed glasses hiding bring eyes.
The place they differed was Josephine was considerably smaller than her Mother's sizable girth though at 5'6" she knew she was already starting to carry a few extra pounds. This meant that she was developing an ample 36C bosom, which she hid under shapeless garments, to avoid the embarrassing stares of boys. Although she had turned 18 just a few months before, she had yet to kiss a boy, and wanted to stay chaste until she met the right man to marry. Tutting to herself, as she resolved to starve before church on Sunday to shed some weight, she hurried upstairs to find her room.
Josephine was fascinated by the big 4-story house with a full a cellar, and spent hours wandering, investigating the old rooms. Although it was a fine summer day she was content to explore the old house, and came upon the attic room, which was always firmly locked, and neither she nor her mother had ever found the key. It had become almost a ritual of Josephine's, to climb to the very top of the house, try the attic door, and then look into every room on her way back down to the main floor. To her surprise, on this occasion as she touched the attic door handle, the door slowly opened, revealing a vast attic cast in shadows.
She stepped into the attic, biting her lips so as not to scream at spiders, Josephine searched in vain for a light switch. She felt cold as she moved about the room, like there was a chill in the air, despite the warm sun outside, and the attic seemed to occupy more square footage than the rest of the structure of the house.
Josephine heard a voice vaguely in the distance, and with a puzzled look on her face, followed the sound to find the source. All of a sudden, a chill wind rushed over her, like someone had stepped on her grave. She jumped at the sensation of a hand on her shoulder.
Reaching to her should, to see if there were actually a hand, she heard that same disembodied voice whisper, "so you will be oil, now we need water and I will make them mix." With that she fled from the room with the attic door slamming shut behind her when she reached the landing. To her surprise, when she tried the door it was now firmly shut and locked. Confused and muttering to herself, Josephine wandered back downstairs.
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Maddie cursed and stomped round the house, holding her phone to the air, like it was some form of beacon. As always, her search for a decent signal would involve wandering around the entire house, trying to catch the briefest of signal, so she could send the latest selfie to her friends back "in civilization," as she called it.
Higher and higher, she climbed the staircase, which mirrored the floor plan of house next door, until she reached the attic door. The signal bar on her phone showed the weakest of signals, as she held it against the door. Pushing at the door, she was surprised to feel it give way, and she fell into the dusty attic. Sneezing and brushing at her clothes, she turned to leave, but stopped when she saw four full bars on her phone, almost sobbing with joy at finally finding a signal. She picked up her phone and typed, "whoa look at this creepy attic in the horror house," before posing to take a selfie. Maddie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she looked at the screen to see the image of a woman standing behind her, just beyond the shadows. With a yelp she spun round to confront the intruder and felt her blood turn cold as she stared into an empty space.
Maddie's heart raced in her chest and she felt a small trickle of urine run down her inner thigh, as she turned back and looked in the screen again to see the woman's face was there again. Her throat felt tight as she heard a voice that came from the woman, yet at the same time seemed very far away, "so you are the water." Maddie was confused by the words, yet on hearing the voice, she felt herself relax, and her breathing slowly returned to normal.