The Attic – A Ghost Story Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue by JackDRipper

The Attic – A Ghost Story Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue by JackDRipper

Discover the chilling continuation of "The Attic – A Ghost Story" by JackDRipper. Delve into Parts VI-VIII & the thrilling Epilogue, where suspense meets adult themes in a hauntingly erotic tale. Uncover secrets that linger in the shadows—this is a story you won't want to miss!<br/>

A couple and their college-aged twin daughters move into a house that has an interesting history, and has an even more interesting impact on the people who live there. Now they want to uncover the story of the two young women who haunt their home, and they have some unconventional ideas of how to get to the bottom of the mystery.

Be warned, this is a horror story, and things get a little grim here and there – especially at the very end of VII and the very beginning of VIII.

PART VI

I had heard stories about alleged ghost encounters where, supposedly, the ghosts didn’t know they were dead. I wondered if the Helmsworth twins knew.

“You know what those boxes are?” I asked, indicating the empty cremains boxes. They nodded.

“Do you know where your ashes are?”

They nodded.

“Can you tell me?”

They shook their heads.

I turned to Lila. “There appear to be certain questions these two are allowed to answer, and certain ones they aren’t.” Lorelei nodded.

“Do you know what happened to you?” I asked her.

They didn’t answer. For a second, they flickered out and I thought they had left because I upset them. Then they flickered back in. I gasped.

Their faces and their chests were covered in blood. They both had bullet holes in the center of their foreheads.

I held up my hand. “I get it. I’m sorry I asked, but we really want to help.” Dorothy nodded. They flickered out, and a second later they flickered back into existence as the two beautiful, voluptuous young women we had grown accustomed to in the past 24 hours.

“Are you allowed to tell me who did this to you?”

They shook their heads.

“Does the person who did this know where your ashes are?”

A nod.

“Does Angelina know who this person is?”

Dorothy sighed. Lorelei just looked at the ground. Damn the cosmic laws.

“Hmm,” Mina said, speaking for the first time. “Maybe we need to nuance the questions a little.” She turned to Lorelei and Dorothy. “If someone had lived in this town for generations, knew all the people, talked to everyone, was trusted by everyone…hypothetically, might a person like that know who did this?”

A broad smile broke out across the faces of the Helmsworth twins. It was radiant. I hadn’t seen them smile like that before. I realized they weren’t just sexy, they were classic beauties. They both nodded.

“Leave it to this group to find loopholes in cosmic laws,” my wife said with an admiring smile.

“Are you tied to the attic?” Mina asked. Dorothy held up two fingers.

“You’re tied to two things?” There was a nod.

“Can you tell us what?”

A shake of the head.

Mina pointed to a pair of manacles on the wall.

“Are you tied to these?” she asked. The Helmsworth twins laughed, then shook their heads. Then Mina pointed to a dildo sitting on a shelf. Dorothy and Lorelei shook their heads and looked at her like she was an idiot.

“What about the bed in your room?” Mina asked.

The Helmsworth twins froze.

Score. Damn, I raised clever daughters.

“One down,” I said. “What could the other thing be?”

We sat in silence for a moment, lost in thought. Then suddenly Callie jumped up.

“I can play this game, too,” she said.

She pointed to a massage table. “Are you tied to this?” she asked. Dorothy and Lorelei shook their heads, but watched carefully.

Callie pointed to the wooden rack that my wife had been tied to.

“Do you haunt that?” Again, a shake of the head.

Callie gave a a big smile, then pointed to the box with the guns.

“Are you tied to your weapons?”

Lorelei and Dorothy sat stock still.

Like I said, I raised clever daughters.

“It logically followed,” Callie said. “They showed up tonight when Mina and I touched the Remingtons. If twins touch their pistols, they show up. Anywhere.”

Another radiant smile broke out across the faces of the Helmsworth twins.

I smiled too. “Tomorrow I’m going to invite Angelina for a little visit, and Dorothy and Lorelei need to bring their scary faces.”

We spent much of the next hour working out a plan. Then while Callie retired to her darkroom with the camera we found, I made a couple of adjustments to the equipment in the little bondage playroom to fit with our plans.

Callie returned awhile later with a twenty photos of a New Years Eve Y2K party taking place at a house on the outskirts of town. Lots of people we recognized from town were there – their younger versions – including the Helmsworth twins. Angelina showed up in a few photos, as well as Mr. Dover. In one pic, Mr. Dover even had his arm around Angelina’s waist. It was kind of creepy.

The last picture in the roll was taken as folks were leaving. There were cars lined up in a row to head out, nose-to-tail. The picture looked like it was shot out the passenger side of a car – presumably the Helmsworth twins’ car. It showed the car immediately behind them, and behind the steering wheel was Angelina.

“She left the party right behind them,” I said, shaking my head, angry all over again. “That bitch has some explaining to do.”

Lila looked closely at the picture.

“The pickup truck behind Angelina, I’ve seen that truck somewhere around town,” she said.

“It’s been over twenty years since that pic was taken,” Mina said. “Would it be even recognizable?”

“Maybe…” Lila trailed off, absently rubbing her cheek as she tried to remember.

The next morning I called Angelina. I made it a point to sound nervous, and asked if she could come by the house. I said my wife and daughters were away visiting their mother and I might want to take advantage of her offer of help with the stuff in the attic. Maybe she could come over and we could look through it…together.

And I told her to dress light because the attic was warm.

She swallowed the bait.

I went shirtless and did a few push-ups in the attic before she came, giving me a flushed look and thin sheen of perspiration on my muscles when I answered the door.

Angelina was wearing a white spaghetti tank that I could clearly see her wide aureoles through, and a pair of thin, light yellow yoga shorts that outlined her slit perfectly. Her outfit managed to contain her curves, but not without an effort.

I opened the door and she came in, giving me a big hug. She pressed her chest and hips against me. I could feel her hard nipples at the end of her big, soft tits through the fabric of her top. I let myself come partially erect so she could feel my steel against her hips.

When we finally separated, I made a motion towards the attic.

“Let’s go take a look at what we have up there,” I said. “We’ve found some things since we talked yesterday, so I hope you can help me out.”

“I’ll help you however I can,” Angelina said, touching my arm lightly with her fingertips and following me up to the attic.

“Wow, you really have done some cleaning up here,” Angelina said. “This is great. What did you want my help with?”

“Actually, what I needed your assistance with is over here,” I said, guiding her towards the twin’s room. The door was closed, and I pulled it open, giving her a view of the black brick wall and the heavy black door that stood open.

“This is…interesting…” she said, hesitantly approaching the black door.

“Have you ever seen this wall or door before?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “Like I said, I’d never been up here until the house came on the market.”

She was hovering outside the black door. I reached around her and flicked on the light.

“Wow,” she said, looking around. “This is amazing, what a setup.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It looks like the twins had quite the party room up here. I wonder what this stuff would sell for.”

“It looks pretty clean. I bet there’s a market for it somewhere online,” Angelina said.

“Oh, and there’s some clothing too.”

I had left out a leather corset and a pair of thigh-high boots sitting on one of the massage tables. I held them up. Angelina came and stood beside me, running her hand down the leather, while at the same time, pressing her hips against mine.

“I thought of you when I saw it,” I said softly, looking down at her, smiling. “I’d love to see you try it on.”

Angelina smiled. “I’d love to try it on for you,” she said.

She smoothly peeled off her tank, letting her thick tits free, exposing her wide aureoles and aroused nipples. She held my gaze as she ran her hands lightly across her chest, then slid her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them to the ground. Her pussy was completely shaven, with small, moist lobes coming to a point at her clit that was erect and poking out. A dribble of juice slipped to the end of the nub and hung there for a moment before dropping to the floor.

She wrapped the corset around her midsection and I helped her with the clasps, then she sat down on the couch and pulled the thigh-high leather boots on. When she stood, I have to admit, she looked hot. It was too bad she was protecting a murderer.

She slipped up to me, her pendulous tits and thick thighs quivering as she walked. She pressed her bare chest against mine and ran a hand up my cock that was pressing against the front of my shorts. She offered her lips to mine, and I leaned down and kissed her.

“Since we’re here, any of these devices we want to try out before you sell them?” she murmured.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s too bad my wife isn’t into this sort of thing.” I moved to the rack-like device. “Do you know how this works?”

She moved to the rack and stepped onto it.

“I think one hand goes here, one hand goes here, and your legs go here and here,” she slipped her hands and feet into place. I buckled her into place.

“Like that?” I asked.

“That’s perfect, lover, make them nice and tight so I can’t get away. I’m now at your mercy, baby. You can do anything you want to me, I’m helpless.”

A thick stream of grool was sliding down the inside of her thighs.

I squeezed her tits and pressed my lips against her wide nipples, licking the aureoles and nipping at the hard tips. She moaned.

“Fuck me, baby,” she murmured. “You know you want this, you know I want this. Take me, please.”

I switched the levers on the rack so she moved around and was now bent over, her ass in the air.