The Other Side (closed)

Lance had been apprenticed to a blacksmith, with his broad shoulders and thick muscles it was an easy adjustment. Then he was called into the civil war, being a man of integrity he had believed firmly in freeing the slaves.

He had left on a cold winter night, kissing his betrothed farewell and promising to return victorious. But their had been some sort of mix up, and the train the day they were going to leave had been recalled, telling them they were gonna leave in two days. So he ran back to her house, ecstatic that he would be able to spend another two days with her. He had stumbled into her house, and found her with another man. As soon as he stepped in she had screamed of rape and Lance had grabbed the man and spun him around, but just before he could swing at him, he felt a cold stab of steel in his chest. He looked down to see the hilt of a dagger sticking out of his ribs.

He looked up at the assailant....it was his best friend! He gurgled something in response, but the world was growing dim as it turned sideways and he heard a thud. He had just collapsed to the ground when he heard his believed say to the rapest

"Oh honey you didn't have to kill him" In an even tone, she wasn't even upset! Lance had been betrayed by the two most trusted people in his life, and as the darkness faded he screamed. It only came out as a gurgle in the real world, but as his spirit ascended the cry bellowed out across the nether world, his pain and fury echoing back to him from an eternal abyss.

He found himself stuck there, flashing in and out as the building changed, but always stayed the same. Lives lived and moved through the old house, adn he forever haunted the place of his betrayal. It was his hell.

He had no control of when he came or left, but he could never remember where he went when he wasn't here, time would just jump forward for him

This time he found a slender brunette with box upon box in his house

As she unpacked and set up she began to decorate the house, but a few of the things seemed to bring back the memory, the end, the betrayal to him. SO as he gathered strength in the night he wold knock them off and try to break them in furious fits in the dark witching hours of the night, never truly to far from those dark endings of his life

Sophie Martin had just found the house of her dreams. Having come from France to the USA 7 years ago, she was at 26 a lucky woman who could live her dream : earning her life through her photographs. Mostly into pictures of cute amateurs women in old-times fashion clothes, she had made her way. Her meeting with a couple of rich people than liked her a lot did well too for that. And now she was reknown. At least enough to make her living. And buy that house. Build centuries ago, rich of an history that was quite sparse on this continent, with that feeling of a real life. But maintained in shape and never let falling apart. it was in really good shape. She obtained it after some bargaining and she had to use her best smile to get a nice price. But Sophie wa sin love with the house. She who liked old-times, could almost feel in here the lifes of people from centuries ago. It was as if they still lived here and her artistic mind really liked that feeling.
She had ordered the men to put her furniture in almost the right places and now she was facing a lot of boxes. Or more, lots of boxes. She was the kind of girl to keep everything and never throw away ; one doesn't know when something could become handy again. There were all these treasures she had grabbed around while movng through the country, those history parts, old pictures, old newspapers, old clothes, everything. And her cameras too of course. And more important her computer and external hard drives with her own pictures.
But before opening it all, she let herself fall with a sigh on her couch... Sophie was exhausted, she extended her legs, let her shoes fall and lay her head back, closing her eyes. She didn't feel sleep coming so abruptly on her...

Lance had felt the stir. That painful wash as his world was invaded. He felt the darkness fall away, like the lids of his eyes slowly lifting. He watched from nowhere as men came through his doors, through his halls and into his rooms. The blessed empty house was being filled again

His anger stirred. He watche as the halls he had slowly crafted all those centuries ago became trodden with heavy boots. As room after room was fille and box after box was brought in

It was her voice, the voice of a woman who knew what she wanted, that French accent, that fairy laugh that occasionally escaped her lips as she commanded the men that kept him there

He watched her after the men left, her sleek frame, curvy in a perfectly sculpted scale, hips that swayed naturally, and long brown hair that glistened on
The sunlight. He watched her a he went through each room. He watched her as he settled to the sofa. He watched as she fell asleep. And he smiled, a dark smile

As she slept he drew on the nergies of life, drew
On the energies of nature. The temperature in the house dropped and the lights
Dimmed. He shoved at a stack of boxes, the pile slowly shifting, just enough to make the top box fall and crash to te ground

He knew he had to chase the violator out. This was his home, and his hell, his memories, and his alone. The living needed to leave

Sophie jumped awake at the noise. She sttod from the couch and looked around... and cursed. A whole box of stuff has fallen damn: She cursed the men that did not put it right, damnit. Moving to see if anything was broken, she made a mental note to contact the company she hired and make them pay for it.
She rummaged through the stuff. Books, books, only books and postcards. Nothing broken. She sighed. Anyway, these strong men could have put it in a more reliable position on top of the pile.

Well, Sophie decided that it was the end of her nap and it was time to arrange the house. She began with those books from the fallen box, aligning them on one of the many shelves in the living room. She was so much fond of books. Reading was like a drug in fact, nourishing her creative spirit.
As she was putting the books in place, she felt something strange, like a tickling right behind her in her neck. She turned around in a quick move... Nothing. She shook her head. Of course, the house was full of the stories of the earlier inhabitants and she would have time to study it when every box would be empty... Another sigh and she went back to work.

He smiled as she shot up. No peace for the dead, no peace for the living.

He watched her as she got up, this time there were no other distractions. He could just focus on her. He watched her lithe figure move through all the boxes gracefully. He watched her full lush lips purse in thought. He watched her hips sway and her chest heave with every breath. He watched her eyes twinkle with the possibilities

He was drawn in. As she stooped down he glided close to her , breathing in her scent, if a ghost could be said to breath. It was more like taking in her essence

He froze. She was her. She couldn't be, but she was. With that bit I her essence all of her features spun together and he realized. It was her. It wasnt. But it was

He hurled back in a sudden fury. His spirit swelling with rage. The lights in the room dimmed as he turned and fled, knocking an entire stack of boxes over as he fled to the basement, to the dark depths. To his unmarked grave, put there, by her

One box... two boxes of books... Reaching the third one, Sophie cursed beacsue the lgiths dimmed in the room. Yes, an ancinet house, so the electric system wasn't up to date. Of course. She would have to work on that one day or another. As she was returnign to her books, a complete pile of boxes fall down. She watched it with a little scream of surprise. how could this happen? No one around? The boxes were nicely put on each other. Nothing... Damnit, that was strange. She went to the fallen boxes and began loking for something broken.
When she heard a door clak downstairs. Loud...

Sophie breathed deeply, wondering if she had enough sleep in the last nights. But she resigned to get her stuff in place. There would be time enough to explore the possibilities of the house later.


It took her the rest of the day and the next complete day to be ready. Nothing happened in that time. Everything was nice and ready by that time. COmputer, kitchen, lights, photo room, everything. She could have her sweet life in the house...

Double post

Over the next few days he raged. His nether world dark and cold, the void echoing his rage. He had no idea how much time had passed, but when he returned the house looked unpacked and he was seething. He sought her out in the evening, as the sunlight waned his power on this plane waxed. He watched her as she read, worked over her photos on the computer and ate. All the while he stared at her. Those classic lines of her beauty. Her much full lips. The perfect sweeping curve of her body and her lush lips. It was her

She was long dead. He had haunted her. He had seen her die. But the similarity made him all the stronger as the sunlight faxed and her night wore down

All he could remember was the cheating whore and the feel of her perfect flesh. Something his yearning to feel again was making his entity swell. His for e increase. The base desires being the most powerful in this world, and his. He waited for his power. He waited to feel her. He watched

Sophie had cleared the boxes. She had taken some time to work on her network on clients. And she was ready to get to business again. Shee needed to know more about this part of town. Her computer became her best friend for a couplke of evenings. She was searching for articles about those older streets. And the more time she spent on it, the more she went towards the story of this house. She needed to know more about it. She read at first the most recent articles.
Everywhere it was about a "haunted house", about "ghostly nooises", and so she began to understand why she had such a nice price for it. not that she believed in such things. Of course. But she found the idea quite romantic. She was thinking that it would give a certain touch to her art. Taking photographs in such a place would be delightful.
And she began to build the trail of a new creation in her head, a series of pictures retracing the hsitory of the house. As she would follow the timeline backwards, she would unfold events and people that had lived here. She could then hire people or even pose herself in order to represent the house's history. She began to grow really excited about the idea. She wrote some notes down on a piece of paper. She draw a couple of things on papers. All went pinned on her board that she had against the wall.
The project was full ready after a last late evening work. And she fell on her couch facing her board. of course she hadn't gone to the most ancients inhabitants of the hiuse, but she was ready for the most recent pictures. And she had written what she needed to search for in order to prepare the next ones. She would eventually go to the building of the hosue in the next few months.
Content, but exhusted, Sophie let sleep overcome her on the couch...

He ghosted down the halls, seeing all of the things she had. Fought in. Seeing the smiles and the laughs on the photos she had, seeing the celebration of life. His spirit growled, a small tremor rippling through the air as the electricity faded

He came to the main room,poking at the wall covered with photos, pinned up sheets of papers, and all of her thoughts and plans

He growled

He turned to her, where she laid on the sofa. Her long legs sliding out from her shorts, slender and toned. Her chest rose slowly with sleep, her full pouty lips parted ever so slightly

He growled

He reached down, sucking all the energy in he could, reaching to grab her and tug her off the sofa. But as soon as he touched her he was.....assaulted. The life of her older him. His power fluxes and for a brief instant his contact with her made him visible. A thin whips of a man, but a man. He saw his own arm reaching out for her. He felt alive

The feel of her burned in him, burning brighter then his hate, but still fueling it

He smiled as he looked down at her sleeping form. Her rising. Best, her full breasts

He reached down and slowly squeezed her breast, as he touched her he grew stronger from her and a groan that echoed through the planes emanated from him as he lusted. He full pert breast felt like glory to him. He squeezed and her breath began to mist in the air

Sophie was dreaming... And as it sometimes happened, it was a rather hot dream.
She was in her new house, but in another time, it was decades ago at least.
And there she was with a man.
She was laying on her back and the man, a really handsome young muscular guy, was laying over her, leaning in, looking at her with love and lust. it was all in his wild gaze, those magnificent eyes running over her body. His hand went to her breast and dhe felt so much hotter. She felt the heat between her thighs, the tickling in her lower belly. She arched backwards a bit with a soft moan and parted her thighs, pulling her arms backwards over her head, offering herself.

He had expected her to wake on terror. But she didn

Her arms slid over her head and her legs shifted, slidin open, her skirt rising up high on her thighs. He squeezed her breast again and now he could feel her hard nipple against his palm, sending a pulse straight into him. Her lust was fueling him

He smiled as he glanced down at this thighs again. How would one of the living like to wake up to that, he thought with a smile

Then he drew on her and on the room, her breath misting thicker as his other hand went to her skirt, sliding it up. To any one else though it all appeared to be yapping by itself. Her skirt slid up, and a depression slid over her panties as he reache stir her pussy

If her nipple had sent a spark of power through him, her pussy lit him up like a lightning bolt

His body shimmered back and forth in the ethereal plane as his fingers slid back and forth over the mound of her sex. His hand on her chest gripped harder, then his flickering fingers slid between the buttons, and he yanked, tearing her shirt open

Sophie's dream was one of the hottest she ever had... He hand on her breast seemed so real. She was moaning. Both in dream and in reality, she parted her thighs and felt something firlm and hot pressing on her panties under her skirt, playing through the fabric with her wet and hot cunt. Her body was writhing on the bed of the dream... on the couch of reality. She was breathing heavily.... She felt the fingers slide between her buttons and tear open her shirt. Cold air bursted on her belly and breast... and...
All of a sudden she woke up with that cold air. She was feeling so horny but at the same time. She realized she wasn't in one of the sleeping rooms of the house but on her couch, realizing she had been dreaming. Although something prevented her from lifting herself from the couch as she wanted to. She felt as if someone was leaning over her and resting with his weight to pin her on the couch, she felt something like a hand on he rpanties, her shirt was teared open, her panting breasts in her thin bra exposed.
She screamed...

His hand slid back to her full firm breast, the bra almost nonexistent for it's thinness. He squeezed and her eyes fluttered open.

Her soft flesh yielded for him as she tried toget up

He grinned down at her as terror filled
Her face and she screamed. As that lust was replaced By terror the power that he had been using from her disappeared as quickly. His strength faxed, his shimmering form disappeared and his hands sank through her, no longer touching her, but passing through her

His frustration made him scream aloud, that feeling of being alive had been glorious beyond all imagination. To feel again!!!

Her body had been warm, and soft, and oh so intoxicating

He floated back against the corner of the room watching wr as his mind reeled. What did this mean?

Suddenly the invisible weight resting on her disapeared and Sophie moved upwards. At the same time resonated a deep scream of anger, or frustration. She was sitting on her couch, panting, her shirt torn open, looking around with eyes wide of fear. She was still feeling the heat between her thighs, the moistness of her panties, but desire and lust were gone from her mind.
Sophie pulled the pants of her shirt to cover her again, trembling. She stood up, looking around...
And she began to wonder if this house was a good choice...

Lance watched her adjust her skirt and slowly rise. She had pulled her shirt together and for a moment he felt shame, but only for a moment. She was trespassing, he had every right to exact a
Payment here and there

And what had been the source of all that power? There had been so much, and he hadn't really had to draw it, it had simply fed him. He couldn't help but wonder as he watched her. His eyes devouring her. The lithe form, the angelic face.

He loomed closer, drawing on the energy of the room and the lights

As the lights dimmed and her breath began to mist, he caught her skirt and flipped it up
Exposing her cute panties.

Sophie realized the drop of temprature when her breath began to mist in front of her. As she was slowly backing towards the door, the lights dimmed slightly. She felt a rush of cold air on her higher thighs as her skirt moved up.
Instinctively, she brought her hands down t push it down, but it was as if some force was pulling it upwards with more strength.

With another scream, she turned and ran for the door out of this room, and the door suddenly slammed close. She reached it but it wouldn't open...

"Oh God (she was mumbling the words between speaking and whispering) this house really has something. It's..."

She gulped and screamed : "Hey, what's going on? What have I done to you? Leave me alone!!!!"

She tried to fight him, but of course mortal strength has no impact on incorporeal. She might as well have been fightting a metal girder.

She turned adn ran for the door, then he was there, slamming it shut. In her haste she had let go of her shirt, her full breasts heaving against the scant bra as she pressed her back to the door and spoke

He could hear her, but he wasnt listening, not really. What had she done? She had let him taste life again nd then she had ended it. He wasn't done though

He drew more from the room as he stood in front of her, the lights dimming adn the air misting with ehr breath. He reached up and grabbed her bra, two thick fingers hooking the material of the bra between her breasts, and the feel of her flesh escaped him, it wasnt the same as it had been before

He yanked, adn tore the bra free, sending it across the room .

Less lght... colder air... Sophie was panting, back against the door, looking around, afraid now, clearly frightenend...
her bra suudenly was torned apart and sent to the other side of the room and she felt even more fear... Backing up against the door, grindign against the wood as if she wanted to be absorbed into it, trying to free herself from this place...

- PLease...
She was sobbing and her words were coming out between the sobs...

- Please don't... who...whatever you are... please stop ... this... I....

Thatast surge had seemed to take everything from him. Where was that flood of power he had just known? He groaned again as he stirred in the air, his despair making the tiniest whips appear in the air, circling by the window. The air in the room grew warm again and he glanced over wr her. Her perfect form huddled in fear and shame and terror. His anger seethed, but from dispare and disappointment

He saw her eyes following him and the. He zipped up through the ceiling. Up to the bedroom. The place where he had left this world

Sophie suddenly felt... or see it go... swirls of untabngible mist, as the air became hotter and lights clearer. She took her breath back, feeling it was gone... For now at last. She followed those strips as they slided through the ceiling. And decided she wasn't going to sleep in her bedroom that night ; although the night was already far from new. A look at the clock... Sun would be up in one or two hours. Sophie moved to her clothes. he rbra couldn't be put on again, torn apart. She slid in her shirt, although the buttons were mostly resting on the floor.

Sophie sat trembling at her computer and openend her web browser, fumbling through hat she could get of this house... Haunted yes, it seemed true and she was now believing it all. She was assembling her thoughs. Going to see previous victims? Meeting them? Finding an expert? An exorcist maybe? A voodoo priest? Leaving the house? Oh no, not that, she didn't want to be beaten by a long-dead ghost. As a living being, she had priority to live here. Mooreover, she thought again about some of the things she had felt in the previous dozens of minutes.... remembering the heat betweenher thighs, all of this wasn't bad in fact. She hadn't felt so horny in years...

The sun dared its rays through the window. Sophie was glad she had some clothes in this room too, left there in a hurry a few days ago. A pair of jeans, a tshirt... She also took a flashlight, her cellphone. And decided to see what was going on. And as a scream previously came from the basement, she would begin there.
She went to the staircase going down and turned on the light. Slowly, looking cautiously around, one step at a time, Sophie went down. It was rather badly litted and she was happy to have brought her flashlight. It seemd that no one had come here in a couple of years. Dust. Spiderwebs. Many wooden boxes, much of them seemingly from old times. Maybe there was an answer here. or a piece of the puzzle...

Lance spiraled into the black void as he slid to the floorbaord where he ahd spilled the last of his life all those centuries ago.

he flitted in and out, around the planes of his exixtence trying to forget that brief fire, that feeling of life

he had scared her, adn he didnt want her gone until he could puzzle it our again. He waited adn watched, hoping to catch her asleep again

Sophie spent long hours of the morning in the basement. She opened box after box, looking into the papers she found, at some old strange objects. One of the larger boxes hold quite alarge variety of old-times clothes. She was happy with that and it cheered her mind. Picturing a woman in those nice dresses inside the house would add something really good to her project. She kept one especially that she would bring up later.

And suddenly she gulped and stopped breathing. She froze with a frame in her hand. There... on that old picture in sepia tones, there was... a woman... It was herself. Impossible! She was trying to catch her breath back. The woman was in her weddnig dress, her elbow held by the arm of a really handsome young man, surely her new husband. They were smiling happily...

Sophie took the picture and the dress and went upstairs. She had to know more about those people...

Lance flitted back to the house, feeling her, or more sensing her, he went to the basement. He could see her going through all of the old things, his basement had been a place that he had chased so many out of that no one ever seemed to take anything when they left

then he saw it. He saw the picture, just as she jumped up and left

If she had stayed, she would have felt the cold. She would have seen that whisp grow into a brilliant green ball, casting stark shadows. His entire world trembled wiht that photo, her face, that evil awful face.

The past came crashing in on him as pain overwhelmed him and he drew adn drew from the air, wanting to spill his fury all over the living, he raged.

THe green orb burst up through the stairs, throwing the door open wide with a loud crash

He burst into the hall, a green ball of light seething adn spilling out a mist onto the floor

and just before he charges, he sees that look in her eyes. She may look just like his wife, but she wasnt her.

Suddenly the green orb slammed into the floor adn the orb exploded in a ball of green vapor that slipped through all the cracks in the floor board to dis ppear

Sophie was up in the living room, looking at the frame... She heard the door burst open. She heard the rush in the air. As she turned there it was, a ball of green light, incandescent, almost with an evil touch in it. LAuched at hig speed towards her, she cuddled back and the ball turned and exploded on the wooden door...
Sophie took a deep breath.

"What the hell was that...?" She screamed

She stood up calmly, finding her breath back
Had a look at the frame
She went to the bathroom and looked at her self in the mirror
Holding the frame next to her
Shorter hair with a much more complex hairdo. Other clothes. Different makeup.
But yes she looked exactly like herself.
Damn, that was strange....

Sophie put down the frame, turned it over and looked closely at the back, looking for a writing, a date, an indication...