Chapter 8

It took Lynette almost an hour to detail every occurrence regarding the ghosts and their assaults on her since that first fateful day. As she had expected, Cherie and Marissa were incredulous.

"I know this whole thing sounds unbelievable but I'm not crazy."

"No one thinks you're crazy, Lynette."

"So you see, that's why I've agreed to let Cherie stay with you, at least until I can find a way to escape the power of Simon and Sarah. I don't want either of you near that house, ever again. Understood?"

"Yes, but how do you propose to free yourself of them?"

"I'm going to burn down the house."

"You think that will work?"

"I hope so. It's the only thing left I could think to do. Maybe if the house is gone, Simon and Sarah will be too."

"Suppose we go with you to help?"

"NO! Absolutely not! I don't want any chance that those two could get their clutches on either of you!"

"But, Mom!"

"NO! That's final. I'll be all right. I'll only go in long enough to set the fire and then leave. When I've gotten us a new place to live you can move back in, uh, with visiting privileges."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Just in, set the fire, and out and hopefully we'll be rid of Simon and Sarah forever."

Cherie and Marissa were still not sure whether to believe everything Lynette had told them, however they were sure of one thing -- Lynette believed it. They could see how upset she was. Ghosts aside, there was something in that house which had Cherie's mother terribly upset. They would play along for the moment, but were not about to allow her to burn down her own house.

"So you want us to drop you at the house?" asked Cherie.

"NO, I don't want either of you even NEAR that house. I'll drop the two of you at Marissa's and drive on out myself."

Cherie and Marissa shot glances at each other but said nothing to further upset Lynette.

It was dark when Lynette pulled into Marissa's driveway.

"Now just stay here. I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

"Okay, Mom," said Cherie as she and Marisa climbed out and shut the door of the car.

Without another word Lynette roared off.

"We can't let her do this. She's not thinking straight right now," opined Marissa.

"I know. We've got to get out there ourselves and stop her. She was so upset I was afraid to confront her in the car."

"Yes, i felt the same. I'll go call a cab."

Lynette pulled up in front of the house, checked the butane lighter she had hurriedly bought at a Quik-Mart and made her way to the front door.

Lighter in hand she entered as quietly as possible, not sure whether she could enter surreptitiously considering the nature of those from whom she was trying to hide.

The house was completely dark but there was a full moon and a single shaft of light streaked through the front windows providing just enough illumination for her to make her way around. She spied the old lacy curtains, her target. Their age combined with the delicate cotton threading should catch quickly she reasoned.

Moving to a side window Lynette held up a section of curtain and flicked the lighter, but while it sparked, no flame ensued. Another flick and another and still no flame. Puzzled and becoming frustrated for she had tried the lighter on the way over and had met with success every time, she was ready to try yet again when the back of an unseen hand caught her across the side of her face and sent she sprawling, the lighter clattering under a chair.

"So whore, you would burn down the house which is to become your eternal home!"

"And you with it!" she cried, scrambling to find the lighter in the dark.

She felt the hand grasp her by the hair of her head and begin pulling her toward the stairs.

"No, I won't go! I won't!"

"You'll go or we'll search out that daughter of yours and..."

"And what? You said too much, Simon. I figured it out. You have no real power over any woman until you orgasm into her. You can't reach beyond this house unless someone comes to you and you screw them. You haven't touched either Cherie or Marissa so they're safe from you and Sarah! You can't lay a hand on them!"

"Think you're pretty smart, don't you whore?" came the voice as Lynette was dragged up the stairs by the hair and into her bedroom. Fight though she might, Lynette could feel Sarah join the struggle and soon she was tossed onto the bed on her back, her arms splayed and held tightly.

"NO!" she cried as her shoes and skirt were pulled down and off. Next came the sweater, ripped over her head and off. Clad now only in panties and bra, she felt a huge and powerful hand grab and rip the bra from her.

"Hmmmm, silk panties. She must have known we'd want her tonight," Sarah's voice cackled from thin air.

In the darkness, Lynette could feel the woman's body straddle her head and those repulsive labial lips once again position themselves on her mouth.

"No ... ubbbbb," she started but already the invisible spirit was humping her.

She tried keeping her mouth closed but a painful pinch of one of her her nipples and her mouth flew open and Sarah had her prize.

Her panties were ripped away, her legs forced apart and before she could prepare herself her vagina was impaled in one massive thrust. Screaming into Sarah's vagina, Lynette was in immediate excruciating pain.

The two seemed intent on teaching her a lesson and so the double rape was even worse than usual.

The taxi let them out at the front walk and disappeared around the bend. Cherie and Marissa noticed Lynette's car so knew she must be inside despite the fact that all the lights were out and the house bathed in total darkness.

"We'd better hurry," urged Cherie.

Finding the front door ajar, they entered and had no more than started to look around when they heard Lynette's blood curdling scream emanate from the upstairs bedroom.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Marissa right on her heels, Cherie burst through the door and flipped on the light.

She and Marissa were dumbfounded to find Lynette, naked and spread eagled on the bed, her arms and legs seemingly held by invisible bonds, her mouth and tongue working the open air, providing cunnilingus to an invisible vagina, her nest lips spread wide and vacillating as if an unseen phallus were thrusting in and out, her breasts undulating as her entire body shook to the invisible massive strokes."

"MOM! MY GOD!" shouted Cherie.

"Ha!" growled a man's voice, "it looks as if you've delivered them to us after all!"

"No! Cherie, Marissa, you've got to get out of here!"

"Mom, we've come to help," began Cherie rushing toward her helpless mother.

She had taken only a step or two when an invisible hand slapped her completely across the room, the teen crashing into an old wardroom shattering the door and addling the young girl who slid to the floor semiconscious.

"Cherie!" shouted Marissa attempting to come to the girl's aid when she was grabbed by the hair and flung against the wall breaking her arm.

"We're going to enjoy these two just as soon as I ream you good for trying to burn down our house," snarled Simon's voice.

"Cherie, you've got to get out of here!" shouted Lynette, able to free her mouth for a precious second as the unseen Sarah backed away.