Haunted House

[BadForm]

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OOC: Haunted House.

IC:

The sun was warm that day. That would be the first irony all of them would remember. A warm sun on a day that was going to be hell, and even that would be the best day of the rest of their lives.

Michael grinned with all the wickedness in his dead heart. So, a new family was here. And didn't they just look so tasty. He had thought that the last owner would never manage to sell the property for a while, and they had had to make do with poor fare, rats and vermin that dared to invade the gardens. But now... now they had a real family to enjoy again. And how vibrant they looked. It made his mouth drip with ecstasy. Oh the taste of living flesh...

At 320 years old, Michael was the oldest of the ghosts of Formbly House, but he was far from alone. Those who entered seldom left... save one to sell the house on. The others, all the others, had joined him over the years. Some were as sick as he was, and enjoyed the taste of new flesh. Others were kinder, and would try to warn new occupants to leave. But those spirits seldom lasted. Realising the control Michael had, that he could even warp the space around the house such that anyone leaving through the front gate would find themselves reentering immediately through the back, they found their dream of preventing others suffering their fate impossible. Then there were the ones he enjoyed most. Those who came with good intention, and in despair were turned evil. The cop who came just fifty years ago to investigate a reported disturbance. Now, he was a bigger torturer than Michael himself. People like the cop blamed the living for what had happened to them... and wanted revenge.

Michael's broad grin widened as he saw the family's daughter. Oh so sweet, so succulent. She was the first inside the house. And she would never escape.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

"Aaahhh... "she gasped, then giggled as she tripped up over the loose planking of the threshold, her light sandals catching on the warped floorboards. She held onto the door frame and stepped into the empty house.

She was pleased with herself. She had been given the key and allowed to open up. She smiled... her face radiant as her eyes travelled around taking in the hallway of the old house as the sun streamed in through the windows. She wrinkled her nose, as dust irritated it and wiped a hand across her face, leaving a smudge.

She was not immobile for long. With a burst of energy and curiosity she ran down the hall to the end door opening it and glancing in... kitchen..... moving to another door.... living room?... and then another. With the youthful impetuosity of her nineteen years, barely glancing a view of one room before she moved swiftly to the next unopened door, like a little girl wanting to rush through the opening of each brightly wrapped Christmas present without pausing to look at the contents, so determined to rip off the brightly coloured trappings.

Her sandals sounded on the ancient boards, padding softlly.. as she ran lightly and quickly between rooms, her lithe brown legs bare in the shorts she wore, a light sleeveless top hanging casually loose.
"Oh my, so many rooms." she breathed awestruck.
She knew the house had been bought... well.. cheaply and although clearly neglected it was so vast, spacious! She could hardly believe it!

Retracing her steps down the hall once more, she turned towards the staircase and begun climbing slowly. Her eyes like saucers keen to take in every new detail. Remembering how, when she was little, when they had moved before, she had run from room to room much like this and how she had wanted to "bags" the best bedroom for herself. Now she was free to make the selection, at leisure! It would be some time before her parents joined her. They had the cumbersome task of organising their possessions, hers were in the car. An easy task to move out of college and into here for the summer! Yes. This time she could be moved into her new room before any intrusion. This could be her world for now.
"Mmmmmmmm.." she murmured thinking of the precious time of solitude she would spend. To be away from the crowds in such a quiet neighbourhood...

Reaching the top of the stairs and turning she saw many doors leading off the upstairs hallway. She was keen to see them all and though she really wanted to take her time and "feel" which was her room, which place she could really settle into, she still could not resist running from room to room with an almost childish laugh, with no one to scold,
"Samantha slow down, Samantha be good, Samantha...."
She sighed pausing in a room. A far away look in her eyes. There had been alot of that previously ... Samantha this... Samantha that..... no longer Sam...or Sammy, the pet names she had been called.... and yet.. she *had* been allowed to move in here first. Perhaps absence did make the heart grow fonder, well, more tolerant anyway.

She broke out of her reverie, retracing her steps. This place! She had it all to herself! Sure there was alot of work to be done and dusting wasn't her favourite chore... but... "what a treat! Like setting up home myself. Now... which room shall I choose..?"
She looked around..all the doors now open in a disorderly manner as she moved to look more carefully at each. She paused closing her eyes, wanting to take in the atmosphere of the house, superstitiously and fancifully feeling that she would be drawn to one room, the room which would be her haven. She breathed deeply, listening, senses alert, her breath slow, calm, offering herself up to the peace of the place...

 

[BadForm]

Michael

Michael followed the girl as she trotted from room to room, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body. This one would be special. She had such an eagerness to explore, to learn. He would have to warn the other ghosts to take it easy at first. Let her think the house just had a few teething problems at first.

The bathroom. Oh yes, she would love that. Let her take a shower and feel the workings of the Water Babies... or a bath and feel Hiss sliding between her legs. Let her use the toilet, Johnny Spider was always one who enjoyed teaching a girl the true uses of her rear.

The bedroom, oh yes, the bedroom. Try to sleep, little girl and feel Mad Marge's late night antics. Watch the Theatre of Blood perform just for you on the tv. And the drawers would bring you such pleasure when the Marquessa tried to take her revenge.

The living room. The kitchen. The halls. The cellar. Explore them all, child and know the meaning of 'teething problems.' The only thing that would make it better would be the rest of your family moving in to join you...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

She lay back on the bed... sinking into it.. her body ached.. she had spent most of the day cleaning the bedroom she had finally chosen for herself. A large airy room with long curtains and a view that looked out onto the back garden. The bed, large and old fashioned was fresh and inviting. Piled high with four pillows it felt luxurious to her. She looked upward. The coving edging ceiling and wall was ornate, vintricatly carved, very grand looking in the fading sunlight. It was, in truth very shabby. To Sam's romantic mind, her room, this house was a refuge, she felt at home already.

She sat up and grimaced at the twinges in her back. Yes.. so..maybe it had taken hours to clear the kitchen and make it useable and she was so glad that she had set the bathroom to rights, although strangely that room had needed much less attention. She had not yet checked the heating, but knew the hot water was plentiful. The living room was habitable now, cosy even, but she had left the other rooms - the dining room and what looked like it had once been a library or study - until she had more time or energy or even, she thought with a naughty grin, until her dear family arrived. Why should she do all the cleaning and menial tasks? Thinking over the work she had put in that day, she realised how strangely uncared for the house was. Filthy in fact!

She sat up with a start, realising her long legs and upper body were infact equally smutted with dust and grime. She looked anxiously down at the fresh bed, her face breaking into a relieved smile. Not a mark! She crossed to the big oldfashioned set of drawers, as she did so she peeled off her top..dropping it on the floor.. then slipped her shorts over her shapely hips. Allowing the light material to slide down her legs she stepped out of them hardly missing a pace as she crossed the room. Now in bra and panties, she paused.. turning to look out of the window, amazed that the road seemed silent. The house stood on its own, slightly raised and although the road leading up to it seemed to lead nowhere, it was strange that she saw no one pass by. Oh well... the neighbours seemed friendly though... she giggled, expecially the young man she'd met in the grocers store. He'd been watching her as she stocked up on supplies. She smiled..pulling open a drawer now as she remembered his intent look, almost a disconcerting gaze on her. She sat on the chair near by slipping off her bra....and..then he'd actually crossed..and asked her..if she had indeed moved into the old Melrose place... she had smiled and said"yes". She turned opening the drawers to drag out an old nightshirt which she could wear until the water heated up for a shower or bath later, smiling at the thought of the nice young man. She had, conveniently not registered the look of horror which had crossed his features when she admitted that yes, she was the new occupant of *that* house. Instead she attributed his stammered excuses and hasty retreat as acute shyness.

Aware of a sudden chill in the air, her nipples hardening imperceptibly as the dusk grew suddenly darker, she pulled on the old comfortable garment which covered her body to mid-thigh length. She looked around. The house was strangely silent. Not even a creek. She held her breath. Not even a clock ticking...

She put on the bedside lamp. What do do now? Would the water be heated? Should she check the heating system incase the house proved chilly at night ... she stood, irresolute, looking round mentally running through all the possibilities. The lamp threw a shaft of light directly behind her and beamed through the material of the nighshirt, causing the intricate sillhouette of her body to be clearly visible, for anyone who happened to be watching.

Sam, herself, once again preoccupied, was blissfully unaware of this; afterall, why should that idea cross her mind? She was all alone here, secure in the house, not a living being stirring... and no one passed by this way..... No one at all!

 

[BadForm]

As she stood there, letting the beauty of her new home run through her mind, Sam did not hear the voices all around her. She couldn't even if she were listening, for at that time they spoke only on the spiritual level.

Me first, I want to play...

No, you bitch it's mine!

Marge, no, no, not yet. Be calm and take your time, this one we can play with first. No need to rush things...

THE BITCH IS MINE!

In time, Marge, in time.

Please sir, I want to see. I want to see the pretty lady. Can I sir? Can I see?

Yes, Boy you can see.

A groaning in the a/c system drew Sam's attention, she turned in surprise and went to investigate the sound. Suddenly, a blast of cold air caught her under her nightshirt, making the garment fly upwards in the wind, uncovering most of her body.

Pretty lady, sir. Very pretty. You have good taste.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

She shivered, smoothing her nightshirt. She felt chilled. “Strange after such a warm day.” The system seemed to have settled again. The house was bound to be full of strange quirks, it was so old and had an uninhabited feel about it, a strange emptiness she liked.

She padded barefooted downstairs grabbing a blanket from the cupboard as she passed. Moving into the living room and dropping it on the sofa, she then moved into the kitchen and picked up a bottle of red wine. Reaching for a glass, she expertly uncorked the bottle, poured out a half a glass measure and downed it in one gulp. Smiling with satisfaction, she knew her mother would throw a fit she saw Sam was drinking alcohol! “Well.. tough.. “ she smirked to herself. She, Sam, had worked hard that afternoon and was entitled to celebrate her temporary freedom without anyone looking over her shoulders! She was an adult now after all!

She strolled back to the living room, at ease in the stillness. Climbing onto the sofa she pulled the blanket round her and reached to switch on the radio. Pouring another glass of wine, full this time, she snuggled down sipping slowly, savouring the tangy taste, which was, despite her bravado, not as familiar as Sam would like to pretend.

The radio droned, inane music and aimless chatter. Sam lost in thought and lulled by the warmth of the wine let this background noise run over her senses without registering it. Automatically topping up her drained glass her feeling of security reminding her of childhood times when she would snuggle in a den, staying out alone for hours upon hours, escaping from the harshness of household routine..

The empty glass slipped from her hand as her head nodded ... images of happy escape playing in and out of her thoughts....

 

[BadForm]

Little Willy

Little Willy looked at the new woman in dread. No, he begged silenty, not another one. Not another victim for the evil ghosts of the house. He had to save her. He had to stop them from doing to her what they had done to him. He drifted over to her and saw she was asleep, dozing after the large glass of alcohol she had just taken. He took her shoulder and shook her gently.

"Wake up, lady. Wake up!"

There was no response. He tried again to no avail and then knew what he had to do. Like many of the ghosts, he could enter people's dreams in this house. And so he did. Her happy visions were replaced by the sight of a middle aged, balding man. His face was covered in blood that ran from his empty eye sockets. He moved towards her, his ragged hands held in a pleading stance. He opened his mouth to speak and a bloody tongue, split down its length flopped out.

"Flee," he said, his tongue half-masking his words. "Flee before they kill you. Flee!"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

The glass smashed unnoticed as she jumped up, still half awake, the vision still before her opened eyes. Her cry strangely swallowed up in the vast house.

She stumbled, disorientated and shaking..almost falling of the sofa.. blanket crumpled behind her. Naturally squeamish her eyes were wide and staring.

That man.... so close to her... she could almost feel his breath and then.. his.... she chocked a sob closing her eyes, rubbing the balls of her hands almost trying to erase the awful image from them. Then she remembered the empty eye sockets.
"Oh..my God.... " she whispered, replaying the scene again, unable to stop the film running over in her brain. The man.. ragged, wretched. He had held out his hands. She had thought he was going to touch her. She had felt herself drawn to him... somehow.. untillll... "Ohh... " She whispered. That tongue and then the blood on his face had seemed... to.. flow... cascade...

She moved forward, giving a sharp cry as she put down her right foot.
"Damn... oh..noo!.." She muttered. Falling to her knees she tentatively picked the glass out of her foot and the shards which were scattered over the carpet. She examined the cut. Nothing lethal, but deep enough, and painful. Now what to do? She tried to put her weight on the foot again and winced.. then.. hopped.. trying to move towards the kitchen to bathe the cut. Unable to continue, she sank to the floor.. pulling the blanket over her. Waiting for the pain to numb, she shivered.

"Flee.... " the words finally became clear. The ... thing in her dream had spoken to her.... what had it said.... she put her head down in her hands... the words seeming to run through her mind again, only more clearly.

"Flee before they kill you. Flee!"

Shaken, she stared round the now darkened room. What time was it now? How long had she been sleeping?... She strained.... listening.. undecided what to do next....

 

[BadForm]

Meat in the Freezer

As Samantha lay on the floor confused, the ghosts around the house were talking. Arguing.

NO! I want her! I want her NOW!

Wait, there are others to come. She is alone now. Let her tempt the others. Let her draw them near and we shall have them all. Patience... Patience.

PAH! Patience. This one is ripe for plucking.

A YANKEE! A YANKEE! THE YANKEES TOOK MY WIFE!

Wait, all of you... Have you not learned in our eternity here... you SHOULD toy with your food first. It makes the taste so much sweeter.


None of this did Samantha here, but she did have the feeling something was not right, as though there was a looming presence in the house, a storm gathering. Was it the dream?

She looked over towards the freezer which was visible in the Kitchen. There was a strange rustling sound coming from it suddenly, as if of a thousand tiny creatures biting and nibbling. It looked perfectly normal, neither rocking nor strangely lit; but that noise. It was louder now, and more frightening. Then she saw them. Bugs. Roaches. They were scampering under the freezer, running out to search for more foor, starting to climb the door. There seemed an endless supply as the brownian motion of their jostling began to push them further and further away from the freezer. Worse, she realised, their movement was starting to be directed. Towards where she lay.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Stumbling out of the cab Harold looked at the house in front of him. The cabbie had talked his ear off on the trip here, when he had told him to go to the old melrose place., but Harold hadn't paid much attention to him as he pulled at his wine bottle hidden in a brown paper bag.

Something about it being haunted that anyone who tried to live there went in and never came out or if they did they never talked about it.

Well Harold never did believe in ghosts. His only concern was his daughter being there alone tonight. Never could tell what kind of perverts would be hanging out in this spooky neighborhood.

He opened the door quietly greeted by dead silence he thought maybe Samantha was in bed already and the image of her in her nightgown made him shiver she was such a beautiffull girl he hated the thought of a man even touching her. She belonged to him and if he could help it. no man would ever touch her.

He moved silently across the livingroom guided by the moonlight. He stopped as he heard a rustling in the kitchen and then he saw her crumpled up in a blnket on the floor.

Oh my god I'ts my Samantha, has some one hurt you honey

he kneeled on the floor beside her gathering her into his arms. He began to rock her gently whispering soft words in her ear

Don't worry my sweet daughter Daddy is here, now no one will hurt you. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her tear stained cheek. His arms felt the warmth of her body and he longed to hold her even closer. I love you, Sam I'll not let anyone hurt you, ever.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Her head bowed, she shook it trying to clear her thoughts. Fearfully Samantha stared into the dark recesses of the room, which were now only lit by a shaft of moonlight. The house felt… claustrophobic.. she acknowledged with surprise. She felt as if she were being watched, as if the room were crowded. Looking helplessly from kitchen to sofa fear caught in her throat. She gave a forced laugh, “Stupid.. stupid….” She whispered. “All imagination.” The dream had unsettled her more than she had realised! She would move once her foot had stopped throbbing, rest it for a while, she tried to reason herself into calmness. She sat as if waiting, a tension building as once again her eyes cast round the room.

Noises made her snap her head round. The kitchen.. the freezer.. biting, scraping… amplified in the dark silence. Crawling movements brown and menacing shadows. Her single scream cut through the night air as her eyes recognised the forms of bugs.. roaches… moving under the freezer, their numbers growing foraging, squirming. Samantha hated anything like that, had since she were little, their movements repulsed her. She froze watching in horrified fascination as they squirmed and jostled moving away from the freezer, then started climbing the door, her immobility now due equally to fear and her injury. Samantha’s eyes fixed on the writhing mass as it edged steadily closer, heading for her as she sat helplessly on the floor. Unable to scream, tears of terror slowly slid down her face as they continued to edge almost imperceptibly closer.

Hypnotised by the horror playing out before her, Samantha had not heard the taxi stop, the door open or the footsteps moving slowly down the hall.
Strong arms suddenly surrounded her and drew her to a strong warm chest. Limply she hung there hearing the loving voice, feeleing the gentle rocking, the comforting embrace, but the actual words washing over her.
Finally his she realised what was being said to her;
“Don't worry my sweet daughter Daddy is here, now no one will hurt you. “
“Daddy…? She questioned hoarsely, still believing herself to be trapped in the nightmare. She felt him stroke her hair, so calming, the gesture he had always used to calm her. His kisses were light on her cheek. Her body warming held so close to his.
“ I love you, Sam I'll not let anyone hurt you, ever.”
“Oh… daddy… “ She whispered brokenly, partly in relief, partly giving into the fear which had so paralysed her. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

He held her in his arms feeling the heat of her body through her thin nightshirt.

"Oh sweetheart, your foot is bleeding and we need to get it washed so that you won't get sick."

Carefully Harold carried his daughter to the bathroom, he sets her on a stool and turns on the water.

"Remember honey when you were little I used to help you wash, your mother didn't seem to have time for you, she was so busy with the church and her lady friends but we had some good times together didn't we? Maybe we can do some of the things we used to, like my givng you a bath.

Harold left the light off on purpose he didn't want to alarm his daughter with his presence in the shower with her, he just wanted to share this experience with her without making her confused and he wanted to touch her naked body. As much as he didn't want to admit it he was aroused by her.

Softly he said take off your nightshirt honey and Ill scrub your back, your hair needs washing too and I'll help you. Stand up now I will hold you while you get your bearings.

He took her arm as she pulled her nightshirt over her head and helped her get under the water. The moonlight streaming in the window shone on her beautifull body as the hot water cascaded over her and Harold shivered with excitement.

"Now my dear daughter, can I wash you like I used to do when you were little.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Sam's sobs slowly subsided. All the while, Harold held her secure in his arms. She was thankful for his comforting presence and finally drew away from him, calmer now, the roaches and bugs forgotten.

"Oh sweetheart, your foot is bleeding and we need to get it washed so that you won't get sick."
He picked her up effortlessly carrying her upstairs to the bathroom. Sat on a stool, she watched as he turned on the water. A soft smile touched her face and his eye caught hers, remembering how he had cared for her in childhood. He chatted reassuringly,

" ... your mother didn't seem to have time for you, she was so busy with the church and her lady friends but we had some good times together didn't we?"
Those words cut into her. Her mother. Where was she? Why wasn't she here? She really didn't care... Sam knew she had proved a disappointment to her mother. Her father hadn't seen her for over six months since she was away at college. Perhaps he too would be disappointed with her, especially if her mother got to him as she was always trying to. Coming home, coming to this new home had seemed a good idea, a fresh start, giving her time to decide just what she wanted to do with her life. Lost in her reveries, Samantha totally missed her fathers offer to bathe her.

Being with her father, her daddy always made her feel like a child again. He was so loving and protective, though she thought with a smile. Her smile broadened, he even spoke to her the sameway now as he had when she had been small. He really hadn't noticed that she was now grown up. Automatically responding to his urge to remove her nightshirt, she did so and moved under the shower. The water rushed over her foot, stinging then soothing. She winced holding on to him for support.

"Let me scrub your back," he offered, "Your hair needs washing too and I'll help you. Stand up now I will hold you while you get your bearings."

She stood, the water moving soothingly over her body. Easing away the tensions and fears. She cast a glance over at her father who was watching her with paternal concern. She smiled. Judging by the tumult of emotions crossing his face, she had really scared him. She spoke reassuringly;
"I'm ok daddy. It feels better now. It was just a piece of glass." She paused. There was so much she wanted to ask him like why he was here and where her mother was and if he had seen those.. things..too... but now was not the time or place. She had to get washed before she keeled over again.

She held out the shampoo bottle. "Can you..." she started, but Harold had already taken the bottle and squeezed some of the rich aromatic lotion onto his hands, rubbing them together before he started to work it into her hair. She relaxed as he massaged her scalp deeply. He hands working lovingly as she held on to the side of the shower for support. Almost reluctantly she moved back under the jet of water, rinsing her hair, turning her body to be rid of every sud. Her eyes closed against the liquid running down her face, she did not notice her father's open admiration of her lithe, but curvaceous form as it moved, sensuously it seemed to him, though in truth, Samantha was concentrating on balancing and easing the pain from her foot without her father realising that it was, infact, still very painful.

Finally opening her eyes, her hair rinsed and squeaky clean, Harold moved forward offering to continue washing her. For the first time she became fully aware of her nudity. Modesty fought with her natural openness. She had never hidden anything from her father, but still.. somehow... it didn't ... feel.. quite right. She was suprised at her instinct to pull a towel before her to shield her body from her father's gaze, but that would be so silly, an over-reaction, why should he not see her like this. He was her father!.... and... loved her so much. He would be so offended, no he would be hurt, she thought guiltily if he were aware of her thoughts. Her face showed her indecision as she stood still not knowing how to react.

Knowing she must be honest with him, although she could not find the words to explain her mixed emotions, she smiled gently at her father and held out her hand for the sponge.
"I can manage daddy." She spoke softly her eyes on his, her look appealing, hoping he would, somehow, understand.
"I'm not a little girl anymore you know." She said shyly, hoping he would realise that, perhaps, now she was older, some things might have to change between them.
"Could you fetch me another towel and my robe, from my bedroom, it's just opposite," she added, wanting to be out from under his gaze,without really understanding why.

She hid a wince as she put her foot down and started to lather up the sponge. Raising her hand to her face to brush her hair away, she realised that her cheeks were heated and rosy. She was blushing... but why?... In her confusion, she was happy that the room was so dimly lit....

 

[BadForm]

The Water Babies

As Harold left the room, Samantha continued her delicate shower, troubled both by the pain in her foot and her reaction to her father. She was watched, albeit unknowingly, by others in the house.

Got to be clean... got to have hot water to make it clean...

The soft thought slipped into her mind almost unheaded. Was it her own thinking? Certainly she had been worried about her cut becoming infected, but she felt the water was hot enough for her to cleanse it.

Then the water gurgled. It came in a knot, as though struggling through a particularly thick blockage in the pipes. It spat out at her with force, knotting and twisting again before resuming as a heavy spray. It took a split second to realise what was wrong. The water was steaming. It must be near bioling. Samantha was being scolded by the furious stream from the showerhead.

Is it hot enough now?

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Moving carefully round, Samantha continued her shower. Her eyes troubled, mind racing, finding no relief now in the steady jet of warm water, water had always soothed her in the past.

Perhaps it wasn't hot enough. She scrubbed wanting to make herself clean. Why did she feel... sullied.. suddenly...?... almost hypnotically she moved her sponge.. up and down.. up and down over her body.
".. must.. be.. clean.. " she whispered to herself... "need, hot water.."

The water gurgled as if it seemed to block.
"oh no!" Thought Samantha, moving near to the shower head, "..got to have water..."
Moving the showerhead.. turning the taps..Samantha worked desperately to return the flow.

The force with which the water spurted outwards shocked her..
She gasped as it almost knocked her down. Steadying herself as the spray returned to normal, she moved under the showerhead once again.

........................

Harold heard the piercing scream as the heat poured over his daughter, the steam disorientating and cloying. The shrill sound of pain.

However, he did not hear the dull thump that followed as Sam struggling to get out of the shower fell, hitting her head on the heavy sink and crumpled on the bathroom floor.

Her body lay inert as the voices in the house queried.


Is it hot enough now?

 

[afternooner]

harold

Harold urried to the bedroom for Sams robe and a towel, His mind confused. As he had been washing his daughters hair he was looking over her shoulder. Seeing her beautiful breasts rising and falling glistening with silvery threads of water streaming over them in the dim light made him shiver. They looked so soft so toucable and he wanted to touch them.

He remembered when they had started forming those years ago, how she was so anxios for them to grow She was always such a proud little girl wanting to share with him all her accomplishments.

He encouraged her to be free and unashamed of her body regardless of her mothers opposite view that her body was sinfull and that she needed to hide it.

Where was her mother now?" when Samantha needed her most.Why had she been such a disappointment to both of them?

Harold found himself wishing that she would never show up. she would ony try like she always had to pull him and Sam apart. Maybe if Sam and him had some time alone they could do the things they used to when her mother wasn't around. Things like swim together nude, things llike having her sit in his lap as he read poetry to her Things like bathing together. Afer she had gone to college he began to drink more and often wondered if they actually had done these things or were these ideas just his wishfull immagination.

He heard a scream and gathering up the towel and robe he ran back to the bathroom.

Oh lord! he exclaimed What had happened to his dear daughter, now she had fallen out of the showerand her back was beat red. He scooped her up wrapping the towel around her and carried her to the bedroom. He spread her out on the bed.

"Light' we need light"! he turned on all the lights he needed to see what had happened to her.

Oh dear god why had he left her alone He must never leave her alone again!

He put his head next to her breasts was she breathing, yes, thank god she was breathing. He pushed her eyelids up' her pupils were not dialated he put his fingers along side of her soft throat he felt a pulse weak, but it was there. his hand moving upward found the huge bump that was forming on her head and he screamed out Don't die Samantha please don't die I need you so much He bent down and kissed her full on the mouth hoping that would wake her. It didn't so he kissed her again and blew his breath into her knowing that wasn't maybe the proper proceedure but he had to be doing something and it felt good for him He blew again and then sucked pulling her tongue forward with his, feeling arousal at this action.

Realizing he was getting turned on. his penis starting to rise, Harold ,shocked by his action lay his head on her breasts and began to sob.

Oh Samantha it's all my fault I should have loved you more before when I had the chance. I'm so sorry.!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

How long she lay insensible, she would never know. Unaware of her father's anguish of his .. attempts at reviving her... she lay on the bed. The garish lights showing her pale skin contrasting with the angry red scold on her back.

She breathed shallowly, her eyelids fluttering. She moaned in pain, unable to open her lids in the harsh light. As she began to feel sensation return she felt the heat in her back... gonising ... she longed for soothing coldness. There was no ease from the stinging which seemed to go so deep.

Her mother would have put a cold compress on by now, but Harold paralysed by his own fear and lust only lay with his head on her chest, pushing her further into the bedclothes which stung like a thousand needles as they irritated her back.

She groaned.. eyes closed... head still spinning unaware that her father was even with her, forgetting even he had arrived.

"... hurts...." she whispered... not specifying whether the greater agony were in her head or her back.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Harold lifts his head up finally realizing that he is not doing his daughter much good by crying. He sees her eyelids flutter and open and hears her voice weakly saying

"hurt"

He gently turns her over knowing that her back must be painfully sore he runs to the bathroom and soaks a towel with cool water, returning he puts it on her back hoping it will draw out the pain returning he finds another towel which he soaks and appplies to the bump on her head. He turns out the over head light and holds her hand patting it gently.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Again Samantha tries to open her eyes... slowly her eyelids part and she stares up unseeingly into the darkness.

A shadow looms into her vision and she gives a harsh gasp, too weak to scream until she realises it his her father.

"Daddy...the.. water.. ... " She takes a breath.. trying to explain... ".. hot..."

She closes her eyes exhausted.... her back still painful, but mercifully cooling as she feels her father moving round her....soothing.. soothing with the cold compresses.. his hushed words... her head befuddled. Unable to know what has been dream, nightmare or reality....

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Hearing her say 'daddy' Harold looks into Sams eyes yes my dear daughter I am here I was so afraid I was going to lose you. He kisses the back of her neck hoping that it will ease the pain He reaches down and examines her foot, the bleeding has stoppeed and the wound is clean He takes off his t-shirt and tears off a strip making her a bandage.

He raises her foot to his mouth and kiss it tenderly. His hands massaging her ankle and then her leg, move up to her thighs and butt tenderly carresing the soft mounds.

Remember when I used to give you massages, Sam, You used to purr like a kitten when I did this. I squeezed gently kneading the soft flesh.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Still trapped in a sort of half consciousness, Sam now knew her father would take care of her. She listened to his words, so loving... she almost drifted off again....

She felt his light kiss on her neck and smiled in response. It was ... so gentle...

She felt her foot being taken and being wrapped securely, the pain she realised finally had eased... again she smiled softly..

She felt her foot raised and kissed.. her ankle held, rubbed... she sighed, the tension leaving her face. Those hands, rubbing deeply as she relaxed, the pain in her back a dull ache now.

Her head span, she still felt confused, but rather than try to make sense of what was happening to her, she focused on the sensations in her ankle, leg ... and now thigh... as the touch moved to her butt she moaned slightly... the touch felt soo good.

"Remember when I used to give you massages, Sam, You used to purr like a kitten when I did this. "
Sam remembered her hair being stroked, his soft reassuring touch, his kisses and embraces.

Somehow she could not quite make the connection with her daddy then and the sensations she was feeling now.
She had had so many frights, she was still dazed, she just closed her eyes drowsily.

Rest.. that was what she needed.

The light touches lulled her and made her body glow warmly.

"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

He felt her relax and remembered how it used to be that way. How with just a kiss or a touch he coulod take her pain away and make her feel good. he wondered when that had changed when they drifted apart Maybe it was when she became a woman he remembered that day when crying she came to him telling him that she was bleeding to death between her legs He felt so bad because he thought her mother would have explained.

And then he started telling her about becoming a woman about two people who loved each other had sex and sometimes made a baby. He warned her about boys who might take advantage of her and that she should give herself to only one who loved her. He reached out and held her and then said

I love you, Sam.

She looked at him so srtrangely and then ran out of the room was she mad at him for saying these things. After that she started to avoid his gaze and be more modest. it bothered him and even made him feel more possesive of her, afraid she would turn to someone else for love.

Now that they were together he wished that they could go back to where they just loved each other again like in those years so far away. He shook his head and stared at her sleeping body naked below him and as he became aroused he quickly got up and left the room.

A cold shower is what he needed he thought. He undressed and went into the shower.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samanta

Lulled into sleep, Samantha was not really aware of her father drawing away from her. She did not realise the train of his thoughts. She was asleep, deeply asleep, but even so she sensed somehow that her father had left the room. Curling protectively up into a ball, her body naked still, she shivered now, and reached out to pull the covers over her. She only succeeded in partially raising them and let her arm fall wearily by her side as she slept on.

 

[afternooner]

Harold

In the shower Harold let the cool water gently massage his body relaxing him. This house sure seemed spooky.H.e thought about what the cabbie had told him about it being haunted, naw it was just concidental about what was happening. but still he'd better get back to Sam to make sure she had no more accidents. He remembered how when she was little and had bad dreams how he came into her room and layed down with her to make her feel better The neat thing for him was he felt better too His wife had banished him from her bedroom saying it was sinfull to have sex unless it was to have babbies and one was enough as far as she was concerned, so he slept in the spare bedroom cold and alone unless Sam had nightmares and she cried then he slept with her curling up behind her holding her close.

"Sam! he said outloud. I must get back to Sam."

He jumped out of the shower and ran to her bedroom wiping his body as he went. She had pulled the covers part way up and he pulled them back and climbed naked in bed with her, he thought his cool body would comfort her sore back so he pulled her tight against him and put his arms around her breasts enjoying the warmth and softness of them. his upper hand found her lower breast and cupped it tenderly.

 

[BadForm]

Mad Marge

Marge looked at the couple lying in bed, a man and his daughter. Just like she and her daddy had been so many years ago. Of course, that was when she found out what her daddy really wanted. He wanted to do evil things with her. She looked at the couple again. Just like she and her daddy had been so many years ago. Mad Marge climbed intangibly into bed behind Harold and allowed her arm to rest over his side before she made herself felt. Only to him, though, she made sure it would be impossible for Samantha to see, feel or here her.

No, she hissed in his ear. Not the child, you may have me instead...

Her voice was soft, if a little menacing. It held the tang of aristocracry. Then she twisted his face so he could see her. Her face was rotten, the eyes yellowed and bleeding. Her hair was soaked and covered in grass and weed. Her mouth was twisted in the shape of a permanent shriek. And the gown she wore was but a rag.

No, daddy dearest, take me instead...