Chapter 9

This story is a sequel to The Haunted Bells. Quite some time after I finished the original series, a fan (Frank) begged me to write another chapter for his girlfriend, Linda Lou, who was a huge fan of gothic erotica. This is the tale I came up with.

(By the way, not their real names.)

Linda Lou’s Midnight Walk

Newspaper Extract from The Daily Inquirer October 25, Tim Kolchak Reporting

It had seemed like such a romantic idea at the time. After all, by taking the old dirt road it was only a mile and a half from Joe’s Bar, where she’d been meeting with friends back to her house. But now Linda Lou (last name with held) was regretting the fanciful notion of a moon lit walk, wishing she’d taken up those offers for a ride.

Linda Lou, LL to her friends, quickened her stride as the October winds swirled around her. Long strands of her dark hair whipped in the wind, her light jacket doing little to keep her warm in the cool night air. Clouds rolled in obscuring the moon, bringing a damp fog with it.

As LL rounded a bend in the road, her nerves were further strained by an owl, hooting just as she passed under his tree. She let out a yelp, then became embarrassed at being startled so easily. In only a few more paces though she was actively muttering obscenities as rain began to pelt her body.

Off the road, across a small field stood an old farmhouse. Thinking it would do as well for shelter as anything she took off for it. She had the passing thought that perhaps she could call Frank, her boyfriend to pick her up, but her hopes were soon dashed. As she neared the structure it was easily apparent, even in the dim light, that it had been abandoned many years ago. Windows were broken, curtains fluttered in the breeze, shutters hung askew.

Her attention focused on the house, Linda Lou had failed to pay attention to where she was walking. She paid for her inattentiveness when she went tumbling over a rock and fell right into a mud puddle. Letting out a growl of anger, she scrambled to her feet, and realized one foot was bare. She began looking for her wayward shoe, as well as for the offending rock.

To her surprise it was not a rock that was the cause of her misfortune but instead a small headstone. It was not alone either, many grave markers surrounded her. ‘A family cemetery.’ she thought. A lightening flash accompanied by thunder snapped LL back to reality. Turning, she abandoned her shoe and darted the last few feet to the house. Not stopping she ran right through the open door and into the front hall.

“Hello?” she yelled, dripping and breathing heavily. “Anyone here?” Her only answer was a thunderclap from outside.

Even though LL had quit smoking years ago, she kept up the habit of carrying her lighter. Grateful, she managed to dig it out of her purse. In the feeble light she spotted a candelabra on a small table, just inside the door. One candle was missing, and the others were low but enough remained to still be useable.

With a little more light, LL looked around at her shelter. For it’s age it was in surprisingly decent condition. She moved into the living room, happy to find much of the furniture still remained. Dusty, faded, it still provided a place to sit. Wet and chilled she began to shiver. LL knew if she didn’t get warmed up she could get quite sick. Deathly sick.

Looking around, she gathered some small twigs, presumably drug in by small creatures, and scraps of wood from broken furniture. Piling them into the fireplace she hesitated before trying to light them, unsure of the safety of the old stone hearth. But then, if she did nothing she could get hypothermia, and decided to risk it.

The fireplace proved safe enough, and soon a cheery glow filled the room. Still shivering though, Linda Lou realized her clothes were soaked. Hesitantly, she began removing them, laying them by the fire to dry. Her jacket, blouse, skirt, then pantyhose were soon drying by the blaze. Since she wore no panties, she decided modesty be damned and removed her bra as well, letting her 42 D’s free.

Sliding up a chair before the fire, LL got as comfortable as possible. Now that her skin could be warmed directly, the chills quickly stopped. Indeed, a warm feeling began to wash over her. Bored, she had been daydreaming about Frank. Thinking back on their last lovemaking session, about how good his big, thick meat felt when it penetrated her body.

Without even being conscious of it, her legs had parted and a finger was idly stroking at her clitoris. She began to rub faster, not making a decision to masturbate, but rather just going with the flow. Soon two fingers were pumping in and out of her furry vagina, while her other alternated between rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples.

LL let out a small moan, then quivered as her body achieved orgasm. At that moment a loud crash echoed from behind her. With a scream she leaped from the chair, turning to see what had made the noise. Linda Lou shuddered and sank her face into her hands, almost crying with relief when she realized it was nothing more than an old shutter that had picked that moment to break loose and swing in the wind.