The House.

[KindredFlame]

Story Idea, elderly man let’s say in his mid 60s lives in quite a large house on his own. He takes quite a lot of prescription medication for his ailments. Due to the size of the house he doesn’t use all of it and lives in three or four rooms of the house, he potters around most of the day try in go keep his old house secure and the gardens tidy.

To everyone the house is far too big for him now but he stays there sleeping and pottering. On one evening he wakes up to go to the bathroom and as he walks across the landing of his house he thinks he hears something happening downstairs. He knew his possessions we worth very little and in his medicated mind he assumes he is dreaming and returns to his bed after going to the bathroom.

He awakes early as the sunshine of the day shines through his curtain and heads off to the bathroom then own to his kitchen to make breakfast, finds his medication takes what he needs and boils the kettle and makes a bit of breakfast for himself. As he dos he has a sense not all is right and that something is different to how he remembers it from last night. A mug the wrong way up in a cupboard a knife with butter on it in the sink.

As he goes through the day he has a feeling of being watched, as the day draws on he falls asleep on the sofa and he dreams that something is going on in his house and he awakes and checks the time, goes to the bathroom and has a look around and he finds everything secured then returns to his sofa to watch some rubbish on tv and falls asleep again.

He finally goes to bed and his bed is warm as if someone had been asleep there, unsure of himself he goes to bed and sleeps through the night, he awakes dose his normal routine and returns to his bedroom to dress. He sees a young lady lying in his bed and her clothes folded on the end of the bed.

His aging cock gets semi hard as he makes sure he is awake what he does next is anyone’s guess but that’s what would make the story.

 

[Rob_Royale]

I'm currently reading a haunted house story and my mind keeps going there with this idea. But ...
maybe she's a serial squatter, a free spirit who's not the sort to get tied down, who has a job delivering groceries or Meals on Wheels/. One day she meets this lonely old man in this big old house and decides to try her luck, letting herself in the back door one day. She knows that even if he freaks out she can be gone and outta there before the PD can show up. She's beautiful and he sure could use a little help so an arrangement is struck. She becomes his live in companion. Things get sexual quickly as she likes him to watch as she masturbates and loves watching him masturbate, watching her. His family is no help unless they need money, so she continues to work and helping him in return for a roof over her head. Over time they get closer and closer.

 

[sirhugs]

I'm currently reading a haunted house story and my mind keeps going there with this idea. But ...
maybe she's a serial squatter, a free spirit who's not the sort to get tied down, who has a job delivering groceries or Meals on Wheels/. One day she meets this lonely old man in this big old house and decides to try her luck, letting herself in the back door one day. She knows that even if he freaks out she can be gone and outta there before the PD can show up. She's beautiful and he sure could use a little help so an arrangement is struck. She becomes his live in companion. Things get sexual quickly as she likes him to watch as she masturbates and loves watching him masturbate, watching her. His family is no help unless they need money, so she continues to work and helping him in return for a roof over her head. Over time they get closer and closer.

If she is a spirit, is it a Halloween story?

 

[KindredFlame]

I was thinking more a squatter. I am trying to think of a twist.

 

[shewantsmore]

Story Idea, elderly man let’s say in his mid 60s lives in quite a large house on his own. He takes quite a lot of prescription medication for his ailments. Due to the size of the house he doesn’t use all of it and lives in three or four rooms of the house, he potters around most of the day try in go keep his old house secure and the gardens tidy.

To everyone the house is far too big for him now but he stays there sleeping and pottering. On one evening he wakes up to go to the bathroom and as he walks across the landing of his house he thinks he hears something happening downstairs. He knew his possessions we worth very little and in his medicated mind he assumes he is dreaming and returns to his bed after going to the bathroom.

He awakes early as the sunshine of the day shines through his curtain and heads off to the bathroom then own to his kitchen to make breakfast, finds his medication takes what he needs and boils the kettle and makes a bit of breakfast for himself. As he dos he has a sense not all is right and that something is different to how he remembers it from last night. A mug the wrong way up in a cupboard a knife with butter on it in the sink.

As he goes through the day he has a feeling of being watched, as the day draws on he falls asleep on the sofa and he dreams that something is going on in his house and he awakes and checks the time, goes to the bathroom and has a look around and he finds everything secured then returns to his sofa to watch some rubbish on tv and falls asleep again.

He finally goes to bed and his bed is warm as if someone had been asleep there, unsure of himself he goes to bed and sleeps through the night, he awakes dose his normal routine and returns to his bedroom to dress. He sees a young lady lying in his bed and her clothes folded on the end of the bed.

His aging cock gets semi hard as he makes sure he is awake what he does next is anyone’s guess but that’s what would make the story.

i like the idea of a haunted house, the house gains from every owner whos been there,i do believe houses old houses have an energy to them some good some bad

 

[Rob_Royale]

I was thinking more a squatter. I am trying to think of a twist.

She's actually has money and could support herself, but loves the excitement of what she's doing?
She's wanted by the police?
She's hiding from a crazy ex?
She's very attuned to the supernatural and the house really is haunted.

 

[Reenigam]

Danger of overthinking matters here in spades, unless one's into ghostly sex stories. Personally, my take is that the one significantly counteracts or 'takes away' from the feeling implicit in the other.

Taking it totally at face value with the described matters, there are a lot of unexplained loose ends. This detracts from plausibility.

 

[KindredFlame]

She's actually has money and could support herself, but loves the excitement of what she's doing?
She's wanted by the police?
She's hiding from a crazy ex?
She's very attuned to the supernatural and the house really is haunted.

All of these ideas could work thank you, I do like the first one the most. Estranged from her family as he craving for excitement has has taken her down some dark roads.

 

[Rob_Royale]

All of these ideas could work thank you, I do like the first one the most. Estranged from her family as he craving for excitement has has taken her down some dark roads.

Happy to help.

 

[Carnevil9]

I was thinking more a squatter. I am trying to think of a twist.

Not haunting or spirits, but she does have a mild psychic ability to detect lonely people who are fated to die soon*. When she sees the old man in his garden, she knows that he is her next project. Just like she has done many times before, she moves in with him, gets to know him, has savage sex with him for days on end, and makes sure that he is happy and satisfied until his time comes. Then she moves on to find her next project.

Of course the reader should be kept in the dark about her true purpose and nature just as long as the old man is. We never know what's going on until one day she explains it to him, possibly on his deathbed.

*There is probably an already-invented name for someone like this, but I can't think of anything. Have to do a search.

Edited: both Shinigami and Psychopomps are vaguely similar to this idea.

 

[BornNorCal]

It really depends on where you want the idea to go. Is she a malicious gold digger who sees a mark? Is she a benevolent caregiver who has emotional needs aside from sex? Is it just about the sex? Is she even real?

 

[KindredFlame]

It really depends on where you want the idea to go. Is she a malicious gold digger who sees a mark? Is she a benevolent caregiver who has emotional needs aside from sex? Is it just about the sex? Is she even real?

So very true

 

[CiaoSteve]

My Halloween entry will be somewhat of a similar ilk albeit very much of the ghostly nature

 

[Wildfly11]

All of these ideas could work thank you, I do like the first one the most. Estranged from her family as he craving for excitement has has taken her down some dark roads.

The reason is not that important...what eventually between them is

 

[KindredFlame]

My Halloween entry will be somewhat of a similar ilk albeit very much of the ghostly nature

Anything you write I will read. I was thinking of going down a vagrant route, rather than the spirit world.

 

[sirhugs]

Not haunting or spirits, but she does have a mild psychic ability to detect lonely people who are fated to die soon*. When she sees the old man in his garden, she knows that he is her next project. Just like she has done many times before, she moves in with him, gets to know him, has savage sex with him for days on end, and makes sure that he is happy and satisfied until his time comes. Then she moves on to find her next project.

Of course the reader should be kept in the dark about her true purpose and nature just as long as the old man is. We never know what's going on until one day she explains it to him, possibly on his deathbed.

*There is probably an already-invented name for someone like this, but I can't think of anything. Have to do a search.

Edited: both Shinigami and Psychopomps are vaguely similar to this idea.

is this a hint as to my prognosis (which I won't get an update on until November.)? You can imagine how THAT helps my mood. but I am writing again.
Personally, I like the "hiding from a crazy ex" the best*, but agree that the variations could each work.

*is she crazy too?

 

[Andreas_Kreuz]

I also associated a vagrant. And she seems to be a tidy vagrant. I agree with @Reenigam that some aspects should become clarified during the story like why is a pretty and tidy girl a vagrant. And how you start them to get closer.

 

[KindredFlame]

I also associated a vagrant. And she seems to be a tidy vagrant. I agree with @Reenigam that some aspects should become clarified during the story like why is a pretty and tidy girl a vagrant. And how you start them to get closer.

I don’t remember who has said it already. But although she is a vagrant, she does come on money so being tidy would be a spinoff from this maybe.

 

[Andreas_Kreuz]

So a wealthy vagrant? Even more mysterious.

 

[naughySoul]

Plot twist: The Runaway Daughter – She actually is his daughter, estranged for decades. Drugs, crime, bad men... she’s fled back to the only safe place she remembered. Their intimacy could be fatherly... or dangerously blurred.

 

[Andreas_Kreuz]

I like the daughter. Maybe the one he did not know existed.

 

[KindredFlame]

I like the daughter. Maybe the one he did not know existed.

You are so good at working out how my brain is working in this idea. Grrrrrrrr! Lol

 

[KindredFlame]

The House Edit 1 expansion

Old Johnson, the kids in the village called him, he was sixty five years old, grey black hair kept tidy, his clothes were old but he wore his clothes well, wearing the right items for the right purpose. He tried to keep up with the maintenance on his house but it was far too big for him, he knew this really, but with so many memories within every inch of this house, he couldn’t ever let it go.

Over the years he closed down parts of the house and now lived in five rooms. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom and toilet. The paper was peeling off the walls but at least in the rooms he lived in he was able to keep warm and dry.

His house looked abandoned from the outside, some of it was even boarded up but, Patrick Johnson, the elderly man who lives there has lived there for most of his sixty plus years and the house, though it is quite a large, it sat in the centre of its own grounds, and it was all his, so were the secrets it held.

As the years passed Patrick’s prescription medication list had got a lot longer for all his ailments, it started off with arthritis medication, when that caused problems with his digestion he was given another tablet then another one and another on and so on.

Occasionally Patrick forgot to take one tablet or an other. Whenever the district nurse came to call she told him how important it was to take all of his medications and started to fill a monthly pill box for him, and this helped him to try to keep him on track.

Patrick try’s his best to keep his house and garden in order, he potters around most of the days trying to keep his old house secure and the gardens tidy.

Patrick was once a very fit man, he played football into his fifty’s but when his wife passed away Patrick slowed down, turning into a recluse, now he stays in his house has food delivered weekly, the same things for the same meals each day of each week. His day consisted of eating sleeping and pottering.

As the evening became to draw in and one evening he woke up to go to the bathroom as normal, as he walks across the landing of his house he thinks he hears something downstairs. Unsure of if it was real or not due to his sleep medication he didn’t bother to investigate due to him knowing that none of his possessions We’re worth very much and in his medicated mind he assumes he had been dreaming it and returned to his bed, after reliving himself remembering to wash his wrinkled hands in the bathroom.

Patrick woke early as the sunshine of the day begins to shine though his curtain, he got up and walked off to the bathroom then on to his kitchen then starts to make his Wednesday breakfast, finding his medication he takes what he needs then boils the kettle and plates up a his kipper for his breakfast. As he dose he has a sense not all is right, something is different to how he remembers it from last night. A mug the wrong way up in a cupboard a knife with butter on it in the sink. Nothing specifically suspicious but he had an uneasy feeling that all is not right in his world.

As he goes through the day he has an uneasy feeling of being watched, he enjoys the day as best he can clearing some weeds and doing his house lock up as he normally dose, he made his evening meal then sat down in his living room watching some rubbish on one of the hundred channels he never watched. As the day draws to an end he falls asleep on the sofa and he dreams that something is going on in his house, he awakes and he checks the time, then goes to the bathroom and has a look around and he finds everything secured then instead of going to bed he returned to his sofa to watch some more rubbish that he had no idea what it was but ended up falling asleep again.

As the fire goes out Patrick decides to go to bed and his bed though it is made as he gets in it feels warm, as if someone had been asleep there, Patrick felt unsure of himself but he gets into to bed and sleeps through the night, something that is so unusual.

Patrick awakes the following morning and goes through his normal routine before returns to his bedroom to dress. As he walks in, to her surprise he sees a young lady lying in his bed, her clothes folded neatly at the end of the bed his bed and a pair of knickers over the arm of the chair next to his bed that he felt to be damp.

Patrick looks at the young lady, he could tell she was slim her blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders, her eyes closed but a beauty that made his aging cock get semi hard as he makes sure he is awake by rubbing his shaft through his pyjamas pants.

 

[Andreas_Kreuz]

All good, but at 65, he is probably not as senile as you describe him. The type of behaviour is more fitting for an 80 year old.

 

[000zing]

The House Edit 1 expansion

Old Johnson, the kids in the village called him, he was sixty five years old, grey black hair kept tidy, his clothes were old but he wore his clothes well, wearing the right items for the right purpose. He tried to keep up with the maintenance on his house but it was far too big for him, he knew this really, but with so many memories within every inch of this house, he couldn’t ever let it go.

Over the years he closed down parts of the house and now lived in five rooms. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom and toilet. The paper was peeling off the walls but at least in the rooms he lived in he was able to keep warm and dry.

His house looked abandoned from the outside, some of it was even boarded up but, Patrick Johnson, the elderly man who lives there has lived there for most of his sixty plus years and the house, though it is quite a large, it sat in the centre of its own grounds, and it was all his, so were the secrets it held.

As the years passed Patrick’s prescription medication list had got a lot longer for all his ailments, it started off with arthritis medication, when that caused problems with his digestion he was given another tablet then another one and another on and so on.

Occasionally Patrick forgot to take one tablet or an other. Whenever the district nurse came to call she told him how important it was to take all of his medications and started to fill a monthly pill box for him, and this helped him to try to keep him on track.

Patrick try’s his best to keep his house and garden in order, he potters around most of the days trying to keep his old house secure and the gardens tidy.

Patrick was once a very fit man, he played football into his fifty’s but when his wife passed away Patrick slowed down, turning into a recluse, now he stays in his house has food delivered weekly, the same things for the same meals each day of each week. His day consisted of eating sleeping and pottering.

As the evening became to draw in and one evening he woke up to go to the bathroom as normal, as he walks across the landing of his house he thinks he hears something downstairs. Unsure of if it was real or not due to his sleep medication he didn’t bother to investigate due to him knowing that none of his possessions We’re worth very much and in his medicated mind he assumes he had been dreaming it and returned to his bed, after reliving himself remembering to wash his wrinkled hands in the bathroom.

Patrick woke early as the sunshine of the day begins to shine though his curtain, he got up and walked off to the bathroom then on to his kitchen then starts to make his Wednesday breakfast, finding his medication he takes what he needs then boils the kettle and plates up a his kipper for his breakfast. As he dose he has a sense not all is right, something is different to how he remembers it from last night. A mug the wrong way up in a cupboard a knife with butter on it in the sink. Nothing specifically suspicious but he had an uneasy feeling that all is not right in his world.

As he goes through the day he has an uneasy feeling of being watched, he enjoys the day as best he can clearing some weeds and doing his house lock up as he normally dose, he made his evening meal then sat down in his living room watching some rubbish on one of the hundred channels he never watched. As the day draws to an end he falls asleep on the sofa and he dreams that something is going on in his house, he awakes and he checks the time, then goes to the bathroom and has a look around and he finds everything secured then instead of going to bed he returned to his sofa to watch some more rubbish that he had no idea what it was but ended up falling asleep again.

As the fire goes out Patrick decides to go to bed and his bed though it is made as he gets in it feels warm, as if someone had been asleep there, Patrick felt unsure of himself but he gets into to bed and sleeps through the night, something that is so unusual.

Patrick awakes the following morning and goes through his normal routine before returns to his bedroom to dress. As he walks in, to her surprise he sees a young lady lying in his bed, her clothes folded neatly at the end of the bed his bed and a pair of knickers over the arm of the chair next to his bed that he felt to be damp.

Patrick looks at the young lady, he could tell she was slim her blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders, her eyes closed but a beauty that made his aging cock get semi hard as he makes sure he is awake by rubbing his shaft through his pyjamas pants.

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