Bonnie and Steven arrived at the mansion around eight o'clock that Saturday evening. The access road was not easy to negotiate, as the driveway had not been used in many years. There were several other vehicles scattered about in front of the old house.
The house had been vacant for many years. The owners were in a local nursing home, well into their final years, and they were the last of their living relatives. They had been blessed with a son while they were in their thirties, and while he was a bright and scholarly child, he was also a very mischievous one. His shenanigans would ultimately prove to be fatal for him, and the story would be one that neither of the owners would ever be willing to share.
That was until Steven decided to do research on the house and the story behind it. He had gone to the local courthouse and sifted through all of the records until he had located the rightful owners of the property. Steven volunteered as a writer for the local school newspaper, and since he was graduating this year, he wanted to go out with the best story ever written.
Once he had the names of the owners, he went to the post office, and after paying a small fee, he was given the forwarding address for the property. All of the mail went to the local nursing home, to a suite located near the rear entrance. There was also another address with the owner's names that was forwarded to the nursing home, but Steven didn't think much about it at the time, figuring that it was probably rental property that helped to pay their expenses.
Steven stopped by the nursing home one day and popped his head in the door and asked if he could inquire about the house where the couple used to live. Neither of them was in good health, and they wanted to finally be able to tell their story to someone, so they chose to tell Steven their tale once he explained that it would be in the local school paper.
It seems that there was an outside stairwell that led up to the servant's quarters which were on the second floor. The couple had employed a small staff to help around the house when their son Richard was first born. The father did not want to have the mother overwhelmed, so he hired a maid and a cook to help take some of the pressures off of the mom, and leave her more time to devote to the son.
Needless to say, Richard grew up very spoiled. His lifestyle was already affluent, and with the constant attention from his mom, and a lot of time spent with his dad on the weekends, he was bound to get into mischief at some point in his life.
The girls all loved Richard. His light tan and boyish face, along with his frame which had a little extra meat, but nothing that would be considered fat. When he turned 16, his dad let him start to date, and it seemed that there was a different girl in his car every weekend, parked on some deserted logging trail that no one ever used anymore.
But then Richard turned 18. There he was, finally, a man. He could do what he wanted, when he wanted, and how he wanted. Or so he thought.
Halloween night Richard had snuck back to the residence with his favorite girl that he liked to "make out" with. This time he was determined to enjoy her in the comfort of a room, preferably on a bed. He knew that mom and dad never used the servants quarters anymore. And with the entrance on the outside of the house, it would be even easier to sneak his girl upstairs and let the party begin in private.
Richard had been able to kiss and get a lot of feels from this girl, but every time he tried to get any further, she always said, "Not here, not now, I want it to be somewhere special."
He knew that she was definitely a virgin, but since she was one of the hottest girls in school, he knew she wouldn't stay one for long, especially now that she had turned 18 also.
So Richard and his girl, Beth, snuck up into the servant's quarters and started to make out. What they didn't realize was that the father had seen the car come up through the driveway as the moonlight bounced off of the windshield as they drove.
The father had waited for them to come in, giving them a few moments of privacy in case they were engaged in anything. When they still had not come inside after 30 minutes, he went outside to the car to tell them to come inside, and to break things up that may be getting heated up too much. Finding the car empty, he saw the shadows against the window glass in the upstairs servant's quarters.
Realizing what was probably going on, the father became enraged that his son would bring a girl back to the house and sneak her in behind his back. Their family was prim and proper, and they would never have done anything like that.
So the father went up the stairs quietly and as he got to the door that opened to the quarters, he could see through the partially closed door two bodies that appeared to be naked, lying on their sides and entwined tightly together.
Recognizing that the girl was from the family of one of his supervisors, and not from a more affluent family, his rage increased even more to the point where he grabbed the door and flung it open so hard that it bounced against the rail of the porch that the steps led up to and swung back almost enough to hit him in the side.
Richard and the girl immediately sat upright and she screamed when she saw the angry man charging towards the bed where they lay.
Richard jumped up and bent down to grab his pants, forgetting to put his underwear on first in his haste, but just as he was inserting his leg into the pants, the father reached where he was standing and the father swung his right arm back and hit Richard in the side of the head.
Dazed and off balance, Richard stumbled for a few steps before he caught his self and then he lunged toward where the father was standing.