Chapter 6 - Cooking with Jennifer
It was starting to become a familiar pattern for Jennifer and she was not sure she liked it. What she liked even less was that she was not sure about not liking it. The pattern of course was the fact that every midnight she was getting her brains fucked out by someone or make that something. Then she would sleep until near noon and wait around the whole day wondering what would happen next while puzzling over the cryptic entries left by Samantha Lee in her diary one hundred years before. Not that it had been all bad, she reflected as she was relaxing in the tub the next day after being raped by her own mirror reflection. There were of course Hlar and Hlox, whose gentle ministrations in the tub were already close to coaxing a climax from her as she lay in the warm water moaning softly.
It was hard to think to clearly when one was having an orgasm, so Jennifer gave it up until the water began to cool along with her passion and she climbed out of the tub to once more quest vainly for the answers she so desperately needed. Again it was part of the same routine, she dressed and ate and then sat down to peruse Samantha's diary in hopes of finding a way out of her demonic prison.
Good morning Jennifer. I would guess that you met your mirror duplicate last night even as I did. It was appalling to be raped by yourself and the ultimate manifestation of incest, but it also felt so good when she was doing it. That is the chief danger of this house. The longer you stay, the more you begin to like the degradations and start to look forward to them. I have started to have thoughts about revisiting some of the places in the house when I wake at midnight. I would dearly love to be ravished by my teddy bear again, but I must be strong or I will be lost...though I am starting to fear that my redemption may be impossible. It is just over a week until All Hallows Eve and I think if I have not escaped by then that I never shall. I fear the same may also be true for you my dear Jennifer.
Jennifer paused in alarm at these words and glanced at the calendar on the wall. October 23 today. She must have moved into the house on the same day that Samantha Lee took possession of it, or more accurately, the same day that the house took possession of Samantha Lee.
There are other strange events taking place that I am not sure how they fit into the schemes of the house and the demons. The librarian in town is an old woman and every time that I go into town, she manages to run into me and has some comment to make. She never comes out and says it, but I think somehow she knows what is going on here. How she fits into what is happening, I do not know but I am certain she is somehow involved.
If you can, avoid the kitchen tonight. Alas, I fear that my warning will be for naught as the house seems to have ways of luring you to where it wants you. Good luck my dear sweet beautiful Jennifer.
Jennifer put down the diary and sat on the couch thinking for some time. If Samantha was right then Jennifer had only a week or so to find an escape from this house or what? What had happened to Samantha Lee finally? What would happen to her if she did not escape? Her desperate musing were interrupted by the most unexpected of things, the doorbell ringing!
Puzzled and rather surprised, Jennifer went to answer the door. Again to her surprise, the door opened without any sign that it had remained steadfastly closed for all her tugging on it the last few days. On the step was a tall man in a somber black suit with a long somber face and the white collar of a minister.
A minister thought Jennifer with elation and she was about to ask him for his help in escaping the house when she remembered what the statue had said would happen if she asked anyone for help. She shuddered at the thought of being mounted by the beast in public and almost cringed back into the house, but his voice stopped her retreat.
"Are you Miss Jennifer Marlowe?" asked the reverend in a somber voice that matched his face and dress.
"Yes, I am," she admitted still holding the door half closed.
"May I come in and talk with you please?" asked the minister.
"I....I am not sure that is a good idea," stuttered Jennifer. "It is hard to explain, but it really might not be such a good idea."
The minister frowned at her severely. "Perhaps if you knew the nature of my business, it might convince you otherwise. I was out for a walk late at night a few days ago with the librarian and we saw.....we saw shall we say a very interesting equine event."
Jennifer gulped and flushed at his words and looked around the house nervously. It seemed very quiet at the moment and it looked like she was going to have to talk to the reverend about what he had seen. Reluctantly, Jennifer held the door open and said "Perhaps you should come in to discuss this." The reverend nodded and stepped into the house and followed Jennifer back to the front room where she gestured for him to take a seat.
"Er, what exactly did you see reverend, and why have you come to me?" asked Jennifer weakly when he had sat down in the big lazy boy chair.
"What I saw was you my dear, riding stark naked through the center of town on a horse. It gave myself and the dear librarian quite a shock."
"I....I am sure you must be mistaken sir," said Jennifer and she tried to keep her voice from shaking. "I don't even own a horse and I certainly would not go riding naked through the town."
"Ahhh a nice try Miss Marlowe," said the reverend and now the somber expression on his face seemed to have been replaced by a slight smirk. "But not good enough in the face of the evidence." He reached into his shirt pocket and took out a photograph and handed it over to Jennifer with a wink and a leer. Jennifer took the photograph with a pounding heart and saw that it was her, stark naked, and riding on the back of a horse.
Jennifer swallowed hard. "I didn't get you nave reverend or exactly why you came here today."
