Chapter 1 – Welcome to Your New Home

 

Reese Bannister always had a fascination with the paranormal. She’d never encountered a ghost within her thirty four years of life but, she would soon come in contact with a spirit that would eventually change her life forever.

 

She maintained a surge of glee surrounding her pleasant aura. A lovely smile reflected her personality as if nothing would have ever troubled her busy life as an advertising executive living in the big city. She had recently quit her job and was about to start her new life in a desolate part of Upstate New York, away from the rest of civilization. She would now find herself in the midst of a relaxing comfort that she’d so long yearned for, surrounded by only the inhabitants of the country setting. This was exactly the change of pace she was looking for.

 

It was on the curvy dirt and gravel covered road that led the dark haired, hazel eyed beauty to her destination, when she’d realized it would have never been possible if not for the sudden death of a close relative. Her great grandfather had left her to more than enough money to manage. Overwhelmed by this gracious deliverance, Reese had decided to invite two of her closest friends, Candy Peterson and Carly Matthews, to join her at this expansive historic home that was now hers, for an entire week. She paid for their flights and rented transportation, and they were scheduled to meet her there. In fact, her friends might have even arrived ahead of her. Five bedrooms, three bathrooms and over 5000 square feet of living space, Reese definitely felt like celebrating her new home.    

 

She pulled her champagne accented Cadillac Escalade over just before turning the last curve to this magnificent Victorian style home. She could hear the mild winds whistling as she dropped her forehead atop the steering column and let out a sigh of relief, thanking her deceased great grandfather with a moment of silence as a tear of her appreciation drizzled down her oval face in her time of mourning. After those few sobbing flashes, Reese wiped her face clear of her tears and lifted a heavy foot off of the break pedal. She made that final turn into the clearing, marveling at the gothic inspired sight of her newly purchased home in the middle of nowhere. Reese removed her Burberry trench coat once she stepped out the truck and tossed it into the backseat.

 

“Hey bitch!” Candy said in a playful manner from the covered porch, raising a glass of red wine to Reese’s arrival.

 

Out of the three women, Candy was the eccentric nymphomaniac in the group. A lesbian at heart, her occasion dabbles with the other sex typically occur during one of her raging unexplainable needs for sex. Four years Reese’s senior, the short bright auburn haired socialite stood wearing a bright pink blouse, black mini skirt and shiny high heels. Even out in the middle of nowhere, Candy could always be counted on to be the life of the party. She nudged her girlfriend Carly with her elbow as Reese made her way up the cracked cement steps.

 

“It’s about time you made it,” Carly said with sultry eyes and a playful smile. She took a sip of her red wine and then said with a wink, “We were about to start the party without you.”

 

It was easy to tell they’d clearly started the party without her already. Two touchy-touchy, staggering sapphos in perky moods that couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other was enough evidence to suspect them of a recent sensual encounter. Carly’s nipples stood out through her white blouse, and Reese could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra. Carly slowly licked at her lips, moving her tongue from the right side of her mouth to left while gazing upon her beloved and carnal girlfriend, patting her thigh several times before sliding her manicured fingers across the front of her skirt, fondling herself in a drunken stupor of delight. It wouldn’t have surprised Reese in the least if she had caught them in the act.

 

Reese stopped at the last step, shook her head and gave the two a playful smirk before reaching the top. “What have you two been doing, as if I have to ask?” she asked in a perky cheer before spreading out her arms for a group hug.

 

“Not a damn thing without you.” Candy said. She puckered up and kissed Reese on the cheek with a ‘mwah’ as she pulled away.

 

“The house is beautiful Reese. Do tell us all about.” Carly injected, in a mocking snobbish manner.

 

The three all shared a laugh before walking inside. 

 

The house was more than five thousand square feet from top to bottom. From the entrance hall was a crescent marble stairway leading to the second level; the family living area was on the right. To the left was the family dining area. Beyond that, the gallery, decorated with vases and oil paintings of trains and railroads. It led them to either the first full bathroom or the guest bedroom on the left. A side entrance was located at the end of the hall, and circling back around were the kitchen and a greeting room. Through the greeting room was the library and master bedroom. Through the kitchen was the breakfast area. Around the corner was another restroom, the rear entry on the left and right; courtyard to the left; the covered back patio to the right; and an indoor heated pool and bath at the end of the hall.

 

Reese stopped them at a pair of double doors which lead into the greeting room. “Isn’t this place just incredible!” she exclaimed, clasping her fingers together. She vigorously rubbed them together, rocking with excitement. “And, you wouldn’t believe the history this place has. I got it for a great price and the story about the house is actually quite fascinating.”

 

“It must be.” Candy replied. She looked up and down the hallway like it was all still new to her. “We’ve been here overnight and still haven’t done the full run-through. Heck, I wouldn’t even be surprised if there are any secret passageways in this place too.”

 

“It’s definitely an impressive house Reese.” Carly added. “I like it, but it kind of gives me the shivers. Maybe it’s because it’s so old,” she said, folding her arms with the shakes. She warmed her arms by rubbing her palms across her sleeves. “Did you know that early this morning when I was in the kitchen someone moved the stool at the breakfast bar right from underneath me,” Carly said while looking at Candy.

 

Candy laughed. “Oh, yeah, right… I wasn’t even in the room with you,” she said, pointed at Carly with a sarcastic flip of the wrist, and looked back towards Reese. “Girlfriend here was drinking before sunrise. If anything, I bet a little alcohol-induced vertigo caused that stool to move.”

 

Reese smirked nervously at Carly’s account. Readily believing in the paranormal, she definitely could believe it could have been something more. “Interesting,” she said quickly as she reached for the brass door handle, “Well, this house is certainly quite old and one of a kind.”

 

The ladies took their conversation into the greeting room, where the crackling of split logs left an outdoorsy scent as it steadily burned in the brick fireplace. The oval mahogany coffee table sat in between them. There was a wide selection of alcoholic beverages to choose from, from fine wines to hard liquor bottles, even champagne and beer, along with two pair of thongs, one pink and the other blue, mangled in between them. Reese knew that they were probably randomly tossed in their places last night while Carly and Candy were “getting acquainted” with the house. Next to all the alcohol bottles were three shot glasses, an ashtray full of butts, an empty box of pizza sat to one edge of the table, and three partially filled glasses with some type of clear liquid beside it. The breakfast area was visible from the greeting room, along with a 40” HD flat screen television which hung from its far wall, and the wooden breakfast bar and four stools in its center.

 

Carly plopped down and lay stretched out on the antique red sofa with gold trim, resting her glass of wine on the floor near her head. Reece sat diagonal to her in a high back black fabric chair, after she first removed her suit jacket and draped it across one of the arms, while Candy positioned herself across from Carly on the smaller matching loveseat with one leg swung casually over the end arm. The women were surrounded by odd oil paintings of faceless people and farm animals that hung from the dulled cherry wood walls, and Reese took notice that the paintings were eerily similar to those that hung in the gallery room. There were artificial houseplants and vines that hung from the slightly peeling ceilings from all four corners, and the room was naturally brightened by the light coming in from the three ten foot high windows that overlooked the back patio.

 

“This house was built in 1895.” Reese said. She paused to scan the coffee table, spotted a liter of Amsterdam, poured herself a shot and took it back in one quick swallow. “There were only three owners, but they were all relatives. The original owner was some type of railroad tycoon, and got his riches around the age of 30. He was married. It was just him and his wife and they later had a daughter, who eventually took over the property after their deaths. The daughter, who was born in 1900, never married but she too had a child…..” Reese paused to throw back another shot of liquor.

 

“Let me guess,” Candy interrupted. “A daughter,” she said.

 

“Yeah,” Reese continued, wiping away a drop of alcohol from the corner of her mouth before continuing. “And after the tycoon’s daughter passed away, the house was then passed on to her daughter, the railroad tycoon’s granddaughter. However, his granddaughter was put up for adoption, and according to my realtor, the woman just sort of disappeared off the face of the earth. Even with today’s modern search techniques to find someone, nobody can locate her and there are no other known relatives alive today to claim the property. The only thing they had to go by was some old adoption paper records. The baby was birthed to Arnold Blythe’s daughter in the year 1935, and the realtor said the only artifact anyone knew of the child was that she was born with a strawberry colored birthmark on her right cheek. Other than those few details, nothing.”

 

“So that’s how you got this big ass house for so cheap… Whoop-Dee-Doo,” Carly said, twirling a finger above her head.

 

“Yeah, Reese, I thought you said this place has an amazing history!” Candy said, stressing the word amazing, holding up both hands, dipping both her index and middle fingers in a parentheses fashion. “That was just a boring multi-generation family story that I could have heard on some blah-blah ancestry show. Whose ass did you take through an extreme interrogation to get that lame house history story?”

 

Reese grinned. “The realtor… but that’s not the most interesting part of the story.” She poured a third shot and flung it back like she was an experienced alcoholic. “The tycoon’s wife passed away in her mid-thirties from what sounds to be, mysterious circumstances, but nothing further was ever documented about it. The tycoon never remarried. He ended up falling into this manic depression, and is said to eventually have died of a lonely heart.”

 

“Oh, well isn’t that touching.” Candy toyed, while reaching for her wine glass.

 

“It actually is. They met when they were only teens, fell in love, married and had a child. It is said that the man built this house for her. They would hold lavish parties for friends and business associates, hunt deer and other wildlife in the woods that surround the property, and the realtor told me that the couple was said to have had a secret game in which they would make love after a game of ‘Hide and Go Get It’ in the labyrinth just beyond the courtyard.”

 

“That sounds tempting.” Candy said, sliding her hand from where it rested on her leg down towards her clit.

 

“Girl you’re a freak. What doesn’t tempt your hormones?” Carly asked, not intending on receiving a reply.

 

“Keep going.” Candy said, taking a big gulp of wine while stroking a thigh with her free hand.

 

Reese continued. “Well, apparently the tycoon would slowly remove his wife’s clothing, piece by piece as he kissed every inch of her naked body… And once he had her out of her clothes and ready to climax … only then would he then remove his clothing…” Reese turned when she’d heard a light moan and squishy sounds. “Are you fucking kidding me! Candy, you are worse than the biggest man slut I’ve ever met! I only just now made up the last part about the labyrinth game. You implied you wanted something more amazing. Besides, how would anybody even know that?”

 

It didn’t matter to Candy any whether the story was real or fabricated. Her eyes were locked; her cheeks were sucked in, and her free hand was tucked deep underneath the hem of her mini skirt. She had two glistening fingers pounding away in her hot spot. “Fuck me,” she said in a raspy whisper. “Fuck me.”  She stopped finger popping herself and feverishly rubbed at her clit. Candy whined; her body trembled; and her vaginal fluids leaked over the rich upholstery. She sampled her insides before relaxing fully on to the loveseat with her back towards Reese and Carly, and fell asleep. It never took Candy long at all to cum. Just the mention of sex sent her body spiraling on a climatic journey through sensual pleasure and ecstasy. Reese was not only a lesbian, but she was also as open-minded about any subject matter that you could possibly imagine, yet sometimes it grew wearisome having a friend who couldn’t contain her sexual urges, and quite often didn’t care who was around to witness. If something set Candy off into finger-fuck mode, she’d take care of business, need to take a quick nap, and then awake and pick up right where she had left off. That was the nymphomaniac in her. The eccentric part of her was when she marked her territory after her climax when she was with other lovers besides Carly, with whom she had an open relationship. The extra-curricular lovers never seemed to mind though, and they would come back over and over again until Candy tired of them.

 

“Well, now that she’s sleep,” Carly said, still stretched out on the couch. “What do we do now?” she asked, unbuttoning her silk pants.

 

Reese grabbed her shot of Amsterdam from the coffee table and took it down. She tossed the shot glass into the fire and cat-walked her way to Carly, loosened her pants and pulled them off to the floor. Carly slipped out of her blouse while Reese tugged off her sheer lace panties and opened Carly’s legs. Reese lay overtop of her. The pair caressed each other, trading their saliva over a steamy French kiss as Reese’s clothes soon too found themselves removed and tossed onto the coffee table along with the other recently left behind party favors. Reese closed her eyes and dropped her head to kiss behind Carly’s neck as her hand squeezed at Carly’s full tits.

 

A dragging, screeching sound suddenly arose, like wood scraping against linoleum tiles. “Was that the moving barstool Carly was talking about?” thought Reese, to herself. She sprung from her position on top of Carly and ran lightning fast into the kitchen area. Her mouth gaped and her eyes wide. “Was it a Zack?” she questioned in awe.

 

But that was impossible. No one else was there at the house. At least, no one else should be there. Who invited him? Candy? Not caring to know their real names, Candy had long ago assigned the name “Zack” to the random men whom she sometimes brought home for some random male fun. For Candy, in addition to Carly and her other constant stream of women, the “Zack’s” were brought home to satiate her never-ending hunger for sex.  Carly didn’t particular care for it. It was hard enough loving a nymphomaniac and having an open relationship, but Candy’s need for sex was never satisfied and sometimes in addition to women, she craved the intimate feel of a man.

 

The shirtless man was seated casually at the breakfast bar. After Reese’s brief reaction of shock, she figured he was one of Candy’s random fucks she had invited up to the house.

 

“Surprise!” Carly whispered in Reese’s ear while rubbing circles around Reese’s erect nipples.

 

Reese stood staring at him, somehow unable to speak or even move as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and walked over to stand in front of them. The anonymous Zack’s dick rose to an iron rod as he reached up a hand to grab Reese by the hair and tugged it back until she was looking him directly in his dark, otherworldly looking eyes. He leaned in for a welcoming kiss, but instead Reese turned her head away from him. Grunting his reply, the Zack, pushed her head down and directed her mouth to the tip of his dick.

 

Reese heard herself choke and then everything just faded.