An Invitation from Beyond

[MtnAngelWV]

On this stormy dark night in May of 1996, Lauren was seated upon the high backed chair next to the fireplace. Last week had marked her 70th birthday and she had long since gone mad. When the storm raged out of control, Lauren made her way out of the mansion into the fury. She fought her way to the old oak tree with the initials carved in its mighty bark, threw her hands into the air shouting his name and collapsed. Her body was found three days later.

The legend was that her groom had died in a horrible auto accident on their wedding night. Lauren was the tender age of twenty-five and since they had been unable to consummate the union she was still a virgin. She remained celibate for the rest of her life.

Now five years after her death, six invitations have been delivered to people whom she had never met. No one had an explanation for her codicil to the will but they were obliged to obey her demands, as her estate was valued in the millions. The invitations promised a great reward if they all assembled at her home on June 25th, 2001, which ironically would have been her 50th wedding anniversary.

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As I float out of my body that lay upon the drenched earth, I wonder what my final destination will be. But I instinctively know the answer. I have known it for quite some time now, ever since I wrote my own will. The attorney thought me mad but I knew otherwise.

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I have wandered around this vast home for five years now, waiting. My spiritual body has been transformed back in time. I am the image of the twenty-five year, raven haired beauty that I had been when I first met him. No earthly creature able to see me, but I can see my image in my mind's eye. They will not be able to feel me but they will now that I am here. A wicked grin transforming my face as I prepare for their arrival.



*** Direct all inquiries and OOC to the thread OOC:An Invitation from Beyond! Thank you!! ***

[Edited by MtnAngelWV on 05-30-2001 at 05:38 AM]

 

[MtnAngelWV]

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[Stirling]

The Reading of the Will

"Ahem, your attention please," said the attorney, Richard Winthorpe. He cleared his throat haughtily, gazing sternly about the room, looking at each of the five strangers in turn. "You have been gathered here today because the deceased, Ms. Lauren Hillcrest, has selected each of you as a potential heir to her vast estate."

Winthrope paused, taking a drink from the glass of icewater on his desk, a calculated motion meant to let his words sink in. He saw the eager gleam of greed in their eyes, and he used the moment to study them each in turn.

There was Stan, the bull-necked football player, contemplating the millions he might've earned playing in the NFL, and now given a second chance. Beside him sat Alex, the romance novelist who favored female pseudonyms -- Winthrope of course knew all about that, his law firm was thorough and skilled.

Sitting on the couch was Tiffany, the college student, studying to be a teacher, shyly playing with her long black hair. Seated next to her was Michelle, a cute saleswoman with a nervous, virginal air. And standing by the door, ready to run, was Cassie, a striking blond with a criminal past, though nothing in her record was so serious a few bribes couldn't erase. Winthorpe had investigated at least that much. His eyes moved appreciatively up her form...then he caught himself, coughing politely.

"I shall now read the last will and testament of Ms. Lauren Hillcrest, unmarried, with no offspring," he resumed.

" ' I, Lauren Hilcrest , do hereby publish this as and for a Codicil to my last Will and Testament dated the 20th day of May, 2001. Anything to the contrary in my aforesaid last Will and Testament notwithstanding, I hereby devise and bequeath the rest, residue, and remainder of my estate to Stan Waterford, Alex Martin, Tiffany Rogers, Michelle Walker, Cassie Richards, and Richard Winthorpe," Winthorpe coughed again politely, pausing in his reading, "with the following conditions: that each of the named heirs who spends the entire night of June 25th, 2001, within my mansion without leaving before dawn shall have an equal share of my estate.

"In all other ways I do hereby ratify and confirm my last Will and Testament as heretofore published. In witness whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and seal this 20th day of May, 2001.

"Signed, Lauren Hillcrest. ' "

Winthorpe let his words echo through the room. "That is all."

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

"'Cuse me, Mr. Winthrope, but just what would this old lady have been to me? She's no relation, hell, I never even met her! Why would she be so generous to me? Why would she want to give me anything? This whole thing sounds creepy to me...some crazy ol' lady keels over and dies and 5 years later we are all here? Just what gives?"

I push my back against the wall, while coyly eyeing the men in the room.....

 

[TrippingBilly]

Stan

I sat, hunched forward, in the uncomfortable couch listening to the lawyer tell us that we've got some sort of inheritance from a lady we've never met. Then the blond spoke. She had a roughness in her voice that put a grin on my face. "She's probably got bigger balls than I do" I thought to myself.

I casually checked out the other ladies in the room. The girl who had introduced herself as Tiffany had caught my eye, she wasn't beautiful or anything, just extremely cute. She caught me checking her out, and I gave her an embarassed, yet smug smile and looked back to the guy with the will.

"Yea, man. What do we have anything to do with this lady?"

 

[Stirling]

Winthorpe

Winthorpe sat back in the leather chair, legs crossed, tapping his pinkie ring -- a silver skull and bones wrapped around a Yale 'Y' -- against the cherrywood desk. He listened impatiently as the sultry blond complained, paying less attention to her words then the heaving of her chest beneath her tight clothes. He paid even less attention as the football player repeated her question.

"Nothing," he said. "As near as I can figure, you have absolutely nothing in common with this woman." He leaned forward in his seat, clasping his hands over the desk. "You're not related to her, she's never met you, your families have never entwined." Winthorpe strained his cheek muscles, mustering a smile. "Let me be candid. As near as I can tell, she picked you out of a phone book. Or perhaps observed you through the newspapers. Don't complain. Her estate is worth $15 million dollars, before taxes. There are no other heirs. Even split six ways…" He gestured expansively. "It's a legally binding will. Think of it as winning the lottery, the only condition, we must spend the night here."

 

[Kimberly]

Tiffany

She looks at the big man (stan) and smiles at him as he looks she over. and then listens to the "Spend the night here? You crazy? This place gives me the creeps. What if we decide to leave now, or can't we??"

 

[afternooner]

Alex

What a stroke of good luck, I thought. If I can get this money I can quit writing trash and work on my play.

There might even be a story in this place tonight good thing I brought my lap top... Hmmm... Maybe even a leading lady.....

Looking around I examine the posibilities.
Michelle: sounds interesting, virginal.... maybe... could do someting with her.

Tiffany: Another shy one like her hair she could even play the part when we open on broadway.

Cassie: rough around the edges.. hmm... maybe.
Hell, I could find a part for any of them.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I have honed my skills during my five years in the afterlife. Suprisingly, I still have the emotions that had plagued me while still on earth. I quiver as I anxiously await their arrival.

 

[Xantham]

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[rambling man]

I show up and skulk into the room. No one knows me, they have not seen me since I was a child. "What?" I say, "No one recognizes me? Thanks a lot for letting me know about our aunt dyin'."
"Who are you?", someone asks.

"I'm Joe B. Casto, the recently deceased's nephew. I come from Marlinton and she used to send me money every once in a while, just to help get me by, y'know."
Obviously the tall lanky dark haired Joe B. Casto was the family mooch. Every family has one and now this one had come to grab a piece of the pie.

"I'm sure y'all would hand over a little of this estate to prevent a long, drawn out and expensive lawsuit. What do you say, huh? The old gal was nice enough to give me some cash every so often, but I'd have to hear her stupid boring storiues about her husband. I earned a part of this and you will give it to me!"

 

[TrippingBilly]

Ooo, Sorry, didn't know there was a OOC section! My fault!

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

I look over Mr. Winthrope as he answers me. I note it's not my face he's paying particular attention, but then again, when WAS the last time a man truly looked me in the eyes?

I can see his ring from where I stand, and the emblem is vaguely familar....but from where? I know the "Y" stand for Yale, but that skull and crossbones.....just in the back of my mind, like a mist. I'll think of it...

I look around the room...creepy, unlived in....yet the distinct feeling that it really wasn't. One night here, eh? Yeah, I can do that.

"So, Mr. Winthrope, I have question. You're telling us that we will get a fortune for staying in this house, yet the will says we will get a reward. How can each of us be certain that the reward in the will is actually money?? For all I know maybe this creepy old bat kept a chest full of rocks, and that is our designated 'reward'? But, I'll stay in this house."

Hell, I've got to...no place to stay, cops looking for me in 3 states, and the last guy I was with ran out with my last dime.

Just then an interesting character enters the scene....says he is some long lost nephew or something. Things might be getting interesting.

I look around the room: yeah, the jock over in the corner, good-looking, bet there's something he's running from. Then there's this writer dude. He might be fun to pass some time with...quiet, shy...the easy ones. And then there's Mr. Winthrope....something exudes from him. A certain sensuality, yes definetely, but also a certian air of evil and danger as well.

I look steadily at Mr. Winthrope daring him to answer my question.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Finally they have all arrived. I squeal with delight that no one but myself is able to detect. Greed. They all shared at least one thing in common. A crazy ole lady can get results by dangling money in front of them. Also making a mental note that Richard never mentioned that I was in my right mind when I wrote the will. They have one more thing in common. Just don't know it yet. Well, this promises to be great fun. If my life was watsed in a pitiful form, constantly mourning for him, then my afterlife would be filled with pleasure.

Then in walks Joey, Joe B. Casto my ass. I cringe as I think of the money I had given to him only to be blown on the ponies, booze and cheap women. Always the same old story, "Can you lend me a few bucks to get me by?" Absurd! I decided to call him to the floor one time about his flimsy excuses. After that, I was told that he needed the money for a "sure" thing. The horses may have never finished first, but with the amount of money I gave to him, his floozies were a "sure" thing. "Time for some comeuppance for this boy," I pondered.

I turn my attention to the rest of the assemble. Random selection proved itself a useful tool. These were attractive and intelligent pawns. They had already sized up the competition. Then I turn my attention to him. I long to touch him, to feel his body beneath my hands, but I know that I cannot. I was being deprived of him yet again. Not for long!

I float across the room, sending a slight breeze along the wake.

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

While waiting for Mr. Winthrope's answer, I suddenly feel a chill breeze run across my body. I look around...hmmm...the curtains are rustling, that old chandalier is moving very slightly as well.

I look to see if anyone else has noticed or felt anything. I little shiver runs down my spine. Maybe one of these guys would rather have some female company with him during the night. I'm not exactly relishing a night alone in this creep joint.

I brush off the breeze....these old house are always creaky and drafty. Just don't get creeped out, Cassie.

 

[missla]

Michelle

As we listened to the reading of the will, I wondered why we were all here - all of us different, and all of us wondering the same thing - what's going on?? I surveyed the others - Tiffany was seated next to me, a cute college girl; former football player Stan, a big muscular guy who looked like he could handle himself; Stan, who I couldn't get a read on just yet: and Cassie, a knockout blonde, who was tough on the outside, but maybe not so tough on the inside. Another guy then came in and introduced himself as Lauren Hillcrest's nephew - now what was going on? I looked over at Tiffany as she looked at me and shrugged. I did the same- who knows??

 

[afternooner]

Alex... writing his play already

This old house sure is spooky, perfect for a mystery.I should get to know that dark haired girl, Tiffany, she's a college grad, maybe she can give me some ideas or hmmm. well any way I should make sure my batteries are up on my laptop Got lots of writing to do.

[Edited by afternooner on 05-30-2001 at 10:43 AM]

 

[MtnAngelWV]

The Games Begin

They are asking why they have been invited to the creepy old lady's mansion. It had always been a comforting home to me, but then I was crazy! If they had to endure my sorrows that were burdened upon my soul they may have went insane also. This bunch was a little too serious for my taste. It was time to spice things up a little.

Richard's stature had been a little too uptight for my tastes. Always talking down to me when I visited his office to make additions to my will. He had been speaking to college grad for heaven's sake. So as he raised up to presumably answer their concerns I stood by his side next to the desk. After he finished his boring diatrod about the legalities of blah, blah, blah, (he could bore a spirit to an untimely death, I giggle), he turns his back to them as he was returning to his perch. Let's see if I remember how to do this. All of a sudden Richard's pinstriped pants fall down around his ankles. Oh my! Maybe he is not as stodgy as I had always been led to believe for he wore no briefs. His face flushed for only myself to see and bent over to retrieve his trousers. I laugh uproariously as Richard moons the stunned onlookers.

 

[rambling man]

I feel the cold windbrush my body, then I feel as if someone is looking at me. "Stupid," I thought, as I watched the rest across the room. I had felt antsy ever since that call. Lost a few dollars too many at the Charles Town Racetrack and now I owed the wrong folks.

Suddenly, as I mulled my own thoughts, I looked and saw Richard suddenly bare-assed. "What the hell?" I asked rather loudly but stayed where I was. I looked down at my drink, a can of beer, then at red-faced Richard's open glass of wine. "Someone's fucking with us." I concluded. I knew instinctively Richard to not be the type to let his hair, or his pants, down.

Then I looked in the ancient mirror hanging on the wall at the far end of a dark hall. "I didn't notice her earlier." Just the hint of a reflection of a woman,beautiful, demonically laughing but somehow familiar. I quietly moved down the hall away from the others to investigate.

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

Just as it was on the tip of my tongue to demand an answer to my question....Mr. Winthorpe's pants fell to floor! Stunned for a few seconds, I started to giggle that quickly turned into a belly laugh at the sight of Mr. Winthorpe's exposed ass! Unable to control myself, I rush from the room and run smack into "Joe"! I think I surprised us both....especially when I saw what had captured his attention!

"Excuse me...." I started as my voice trailed off....

 

[rambling man]

For a second I was annoyed, then I looked at who ran into me. I used to try to keep my eyes on a woman's face, then gave it up. This woman was incredible. As my eyes moved quickly down her body, then back to her face, I imagioned her plump breasts naked and exposed to me. I had to even fight the urge to just touch them. Then I remembered, I have to be careful, I'm trying to shake some money from these people, just play it cool, no time for lust.

Then I noticed her looking at the same mirror. "Who is that?" I asked.

 

[Kimberly]

I put my arms around me and hug myself as a chilling breeze goes through the room. I shiver and then all is normal. I start to relax when Richard stands and then moons us. Blushing and looking away. "What did I get myself into" I ask myself. I look around the room at the one who says he is her nephew. Hmmmm that is odd. I thought the lawyer said she had no relatives. After Richard pulls his pants up I ask. "So, Where are our rooms for the night?"

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

Looking into the mirror, I was captivated by the sight it beheld. A raven-haired goddess....such beauty that it was beyond description. As the figure started to fade from view, I leaned closer, hoping to keep such beauty in focus. As my breast brushed against Joe's arm, I felt him stiffen slightly. I turn towards him....

"God, she's beautiful, isn't she? I don't know who it is, I've never seen anyone like that. But look, the image is completely gone now. What do you think it means? Some sort of optical illusion to scare the shit out of us?"

 

[rambling man]

As we look into the hallway for the image, I feel her breast press against my arm. For a split second I felt its firmness, even her nipple poking from the chill of the air.

Cassie turned to me and I have not felt so aroused in a long time. Sex poured from her, electrified the air, and engaged the thoughts of any man near her. You could not ignore Cassie, and to my surprise she did not ignore me.

"Yes, she is very beautiful. I have no idea who it could be though. It makes you wonder, could be one of those secret camera TV shows taking things a bit too far. It could be some psycho. We can wait here for the blow to fall or we can go looking for whatever the hell is going on here." I then spoke candidly and honestly. "I want to know what's up here, but I am sure as hell not doing it alone. Do you want to come?"

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

I glance back at the room I had just left. Everyone there nervous as cats and gloomy as the dead woman whose house we were in. I glimpse down the hallway, my curiosity piqued. Then I looked up at Joe. Skimming his body with my eyes, I think, yeah, he might be fun to play around the house with...

"Sure, I'll come with ya. Let's go check it out. Should we, ah, tell the others, or let them sweat out where we've gone?"