The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Part 1: Nebelgutt
Supernatural Sex Story: Part 1: Nebelgutt - A young man investigates a mysterious abandoned estate in his hometown and discovers a magical secret.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Magic Group Sex Facial Oral Sex
My name is Michael Renard. After I graduated from Binghamton University down in the southern part of New York I moved back home in upstate and began the painful and fairly fruitless search for a job. I have a degree in Journalism ... meh. Between a bit of freelance writing for a few local bulletins and websites, a bit of content creation on subscribestar, and, frankly, Door Dash, I’ve managed to cobble together enough money to leave my Mom and Dad’s house and start renting my own small apartment. This wasn’t exactly the dream that young Michael had when I sank a ton of loans into my education.
I need a break, badly.
One thing that is interesting about small isolated towns like ours, particularly in New England, is that they all have their legends. This has been true for hundred of years. Tales of ghosts, mysterious figures from the Revolution, even stories about native American burial grounds are whispered in diners and cafes. My hometown was no different. In our town it was Nebelgutt.
Nebelgutt is a place out of a bad horror movie or a better Steven King novel; an abandoned estate in the depths of a swampy New England forest. The gate had been busted open years ago and I remember in high school we used to go to the edge of the grounds to party or on dares. We never got that close to the house though; there were usually lights on. Some weirdo lived there and nobody wanted to get too close.
When I got back from college nothing had really changed much. Small towns can be like that, time sometimes seems to stand still. The old folks still whispered in the diners, the kids still partied at night, and Nebelgutt remained, dark and mysterious.
I decided to do a bit of research into the old estate. Information was hard to find and very sparse. The earliest reference I could find to the place dated to the year 1756 and it seemed linked to the Palantine Germans who settled in colonial New York state. The name seems to match this. Nebel means ‘mist. or ‘misty’ in German and gut means estate or manor and at one point it must’ve gotten corrupted with an extra letter. ‘Misty Estate’ makes sense and it is kind of a spooky name.
During the Revolutionary War the Estate was owned by the Schmadel family, the second to hold it. They were firmly pro-American. In fact, their oldest son, Jacob Schmadel was a lieutenant in the Continental Army. They had two other sons, Elias and Quill, and two daughters, Thriza and Hannah.
There isn’t much else from the 1800s. The estate changed hands several times and the families mixed, though a line of German ancestry always seemed to run through the place. The last and most notable family to own the house was the Rathmore family which earned a fortune as financiers in the 1890s, being a product of America’s Gilded Age. The current rebuild of the estate was completed in 1893, right after Ulrich and Emma Rathmore had their only child, a daughter they named Rayven.
What an odd name.
The story started getting very strange after that. Throughout the 1900s and the 1910s there were a series of disappearances in the area. Nothing overtly sinister but enough to be noticeable in such a rural area. Some were solved: a hunter who injured himself would die in the woods, sad, but hardly malevolent, or a child would get lost in the woods and die of exposure. There were other cases that just ... were strange ... completely unexplained disappearances of people who, in some cases, had lived in the area their whole lives and knew the territory. This is when Nebelgutt started to gain it’s reputation for mystery.
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