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The Cursed House of Crow

By: TheTalkMan



(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story features some characters from one of my other stories, 'Church on State'. Reading that one would give a bit of background to this one, but it is honestly not required to enjoy this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) 

October, 1692

"My wife is not a witch!" Samuel Crow cried as the jailors drug hum away. Reverend Phillips followed him at a hurried pace.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but the evidence is... I'm afraid... damning." the reverend replied. "We received word that there was witchcraft going on in your home. The city's patrol's investigated, and found three accused witches in your basement. And not only did we find the witches, we found suspicious paraphernalia as well."

"Samuel, I had no idea about any accused witches in my home." Sam pleaded.

"For what it's worth, I believe you. But as the owner of the home, I'm afraid the blame will fall on you." Phillips replied.

The jailors tossed Samuel into a dirty jail cell and locked him inside. The reverend stuck by him as the jailors left. Sam got to his feet and grabbed the bars of the cell and spoke quickly to the reverend.

"Listen, John." Samuel began, appealing to his friend. "This witchcraft business is nonsense! You know that right? There are no such things as witches or ghosts in the night."

"Sam, I... I... it's just, bad things have been happening in town. Things I can't possibly explain. People doing things that I believed they'd never do. People committing sins in the eyes of the lord. People I trusted. I believe in the best in people, so the only explanation can be that there is evil afoot."

"If you believe in the best in people, believe in me, believe in Madeline! We traveled to the colonies together! You knew my wife as a child. You know her. She is a woman of the church! She teaches the children. She is no witch. How could you of all people believe that?" Sam cried. The reverend looked pensive.

"Then explain how three accused witches ended up in your home without you knowing. If you had no idea about this, then why would Madeline do this? Why would she house the accused?" John asked.

"Because she knows, just like I do, that there are no witches. There is no witchcraft out there, and the only true evil is the distrust invading this city." Samuel stated, pleading for his friend to listen to reason. "My wife is a good person. She housed the accused because they are wrongfully accused! There is no such thing as witchcraft. This hunt is madness!"

"I'm sorry, Samuel. God knows I believe you. I believe in you... and Madeline. I believe that you both believe what you say. But there are powers greater than mine that I cannot change. Once word has spread, there is not much I can do to change their minds. The accused women, the women found in your house, they have been accused of terrible things. Many of the men in town have admitted feeling something very... dark... about them. And, I hate to tell you, Samuel, I have heard similar rumors from men when they are around Madeline." the reverend admitted.

"What?!" Samuel cried.

"Yes, I have heard the whispers for some time. It is, of course, not my place to spread rumors." John stated.

"These whispers are born out of jealously and envy. My wife is what others aspire to be. What men wish of their own wives. My wife is not one of those cursed women. She is no witch. I have loved her, I have lain with her. I have had children with her. I know more than anyone who she is. And she is not a witch, the devil's minion. She is good. She is pure! People are just spreading vicious rumors! That is the problem. People are afraid! They are scared and are seeing any little thing as witchcraft! Or demonry! You know my wife! You know she is a good, church-going woman! She would never even think about anything as ridiculous as witchcraft! Anything she did she did out of the goodness of her heart! She was protecting the wrongfully prosecuted, not encouraging witchcraft!" Samuel pleaded.

"I know, Samuel. I trust Madeline, just like you do." John stated. "But, I don't know what I can do. Sam, this doesn't look good. I don't know if I can stop this."

"Is there anything you can do?" Samuel begged. "Not about me, but about Madeline. Whatever happens to me is irrelevant. I will go to the gallows before I let anything happen to Madeline. All I care about is her. Is there anything that can be done to save her? To protect her?"

"Well." John began. "There is something."

"What? Anything!" Sam begged.

"The church has some... abilities as well. Things not publicized, but things we have been forced to use more and more as this witchcraft, this devil's work, has increased. Unfortunately, the truth is, your wife will never be fully trusted again. That's just the way it is. Once an accusation has been made, you know as well as I do that it can never be the same again. We can't go back to how it used to be. But, we can use these... special abilities... to save Madeline. It will come at a cost. You will of course have to fully admit to the crime, admit to helping these witches, and absolve Madeline of responsibility. You will hang for this, unfortunately. And Madeline will pay a terrible price, but she will live." the reverend said cryptically.

"The children?" Samuel asked, afraid.

"They will be fine. I will see to it. Unfortunately, the devil's influence has found its way into your home. You and your wife will pay the consequences, but she will live." John assured.

Sam stepped back, contemplating his suddenly approaching demise.

"I'm sorry, Sam." John said to his old friend. Samuel looked fiercely at the reverend.

"Just make sure you save her. Give me your word she will live. Save my wife, save my kids!" Sam demanded.

"You have my word." John replied. Sam nodded.

"Innocence must be protected." Sam stated.

************

October 4, 2012

"Samuel Crow was hung to death shortly after admitting guilt. Even though he was beloved in the town, and no one ever had a bad thing to say about him, he was still put to death! In exchange for admitting his guilt, Madeline Crow was spared. She was imprisoned in her home by the church. How they imprisoned her has been lost to time. Some said the church used their own brand of magic to imprison her. To bind her within her home. Others say they simply posted guards and posted fences to protect the townspeople from the darkness within. Her children were ripped from her, raised by others. She was practically tortured for the crime of protecting the innocent. Supposedly, her screams, her pleas of innocence were so constant that people couldn't stand to hear it. They say those cries drove people away from the town. And when these people put it together that this supposed witchcraft was nonsense, it was too late. The cries had stopped. When they finally opened the house and granted her freedom, the House of Crow was empty. The church claimed there was no way for her to escape, so even though they never found her body, she was marked as dead. Madeline Crow, an innocent woman, was dead, as was her husband, for no crime whatsoever. And those responsible for spreading this idea of witchcraft were never held responsible. The reverend John Phillips was the one claimed as being responsible for spreading the paranoia, but he was supposedly promoted within the church. But he eventually left the church mysteriously and was never heard from again."

"Well, thanks for the summary, narrator." Nadine said from the passenger seat to her best friend, who just finished her speech.

"I'm sorry." Sally replied, "It's just a tragedy what happened to her, and now, how she's built up and treated as guilty, treated as if she was actually a witch, that's just rubbing salt on the wound. You know? It's just twisting the knife."

"Alright, hun, jeez! " Nadine began, "Sorry to insult your girlfriend you fucking dyke!" she replied quickly, before realizing it wasn't just her and Sally in the car, so she got quiet, blushed a bit, and mumbled an apology.

Sally Samson was driving her parent's minivan as she drove her group of friends towards their goal. She looked at the rearview mirror at her gaggle of friends and smiled. It was definitely an eclectic group. They had some things in common. All of them were classmates, all in their senior year of high school, and all 18. But they had little in common other than that.

Her eyes first fell onto her boyfriend, Alex. She always felt a little warmer when looking at him. A lot of people had told her that her and him were meant to be together. They were seemingly just set aside for each other. They were the top two students in the class, and it often felt like they were the only two that understood the ways of the world. They both felt set apart from everyone else, as if they were working on a different level. They both had been called old souls. So it was almost by default that they ended up liking each other. It felt like fate was pushing them together.

As soon as they started dating, it just felt right. To both, it felt like they had met the person they were gonna spend the rest of their lives together. They could literally talk for hours about anything. Politics. History. Television. They had the same tastes in movies, in TV shows. They even had the sense of humor. The only subject she ever couldn't give lip service to him about was sports, but his buddies could talk football with him. And if there was ever any lull in their conversation, Sally would provide another type of lip service.

Alex was the first and only guy she had ever gotten physical with. She couldn't resist him, but it wasn't like he was forcing the issue. It was just... he was so hot! Sally couldn't control herself around him. He drove her crazy whenever they were around each other. On top of being the smartest guy into school, he was also widely considered the school hunk.

He played running back for the high school football team. Even though football was a foreign language to her, she loved watching Alex on the field. She loved watching him move so confidently on the field, bowling over the opposition. She loved watching the way his muscles flexed and shined with sweat as the game went on. She loved watching the way his tight football pants clung to his cute butt. She loved watching him drive his way on, using his manly strength to push forward, his hips and legs thrusting, his tight butt flexing... it always got Sally hot under the collar.

Despite being a football player, he wasn't a typical jock. He was very soft-spoken, but when he did speak, it carried a lot of weight. Alex was one of those guys that just kinda commanded respect. He wasn't the super popular guy, but if you asked anyone, they would say they liked him. He never sought popularity, but it kinda came to him anyway.

Part of that was due to his looks. He was tall and fit, but he was lean and not overly muscular. He had striking eyes, a boyish face, prominent jawbones, and shaggy, brown, unkempt in just the right way hair. He had the cutest, sly smile, and his dimples were enough to make any girl melt. But no girl could crack his code. He was an old soul, so he would not easily be lured in typical high school girl tricks. No, Sally was his first and only girlfriend, as far as she knew, and knowing that filled her with pride.

In the far back seats were Tony and Timmy. Tony was a big guy. He was on the football team, and you could have figured that out just by looking at him. He was well over six feet tall and built like an ox. Just tall and thick and bulging with muscles. You would look at him and think he was a typical jock. But shockingly, he and Sally were longtime friends, since childhood. They had been neighbors most of their lives, and while him and Sally had little in common, they were still friends. He was like Sally's unofficial big brother. He was always around to protect her and have her back. He was not the brightest guy, and he would go as far as his body would take him career wise. But, he was a great, loyal friend, and he would be a friend to Sally for life.

Timmy was sitting next to him. He was one of the few black students to go to their school. Sally and him had ben lab partners in chemistry their sophomore year, and it was there they became friends. And they remained friendly, but admittedly, he was closer with Tony and Alex than he was with Sally, since they were all on the football team. He was a wide receiver. He was about six foot, lean and muscular. He was a handsome guy, and he had no shortage of romantic success.

In the middle seat, next to Alex, was Dom, Alex's best friend. They were an odd pair, as while Alex was quiet and laid back, Dom was outgoing and the life of the party. Dom was just fun to be around, and was as quick-witted as they came. And not only that, he was exceedingly worldly. His parents were rich, so he had traveled all over the world. He also was always the first guy to discover new bands, and in general, he was ahead of the curve on all things cool. He was one of the most popular guys in school. 

Sally glanced at Nadine next to her. Nadine was her absolute best friend in the world. They had known each other since pre-school, and had stayed friends all through school up to now, their senior year of high school. Nadine was a fiery Latina. She was always very loud and opinionated, and definitely not someone you wanted to get on your bad side. This was all in contrast to Sally, who was always very studious, quiet and humble. They were very much opposites, but they had always been best friends and that had never wavered once. Nadine had a tough exterior, but underneath her loud mouth and confrontational personality, she was fiercely loyal and a great friend.

She was always that friend that grew up a bit faster than the others. She was the first girl to ditch the dolls and start becoming interested in boys. She was the first friend who started dating. So, even though Sally was more of book-smart girl, her best friend was always more street smart, to put it simply. Nadine had always been there to guide her less worldly best friend without worry of embarrassment. 

Although she could be a bit intimidating and tightly wound, Nadine was smoking hot. She was definitely curvy. She wasn't skinny as a rail like some of her female peers, but she was still quite fit and an athlete. The extra few pounds she did carry went to all the right places, making her curvy body extra juicy and sexy. She had a very large set of breasts, a pair of perky, firm DD's, and her consistently tight wardrobe always highlighted them. She had a round, shelf-like ass, heart-shaped and ripe like an unpicked fruit. Her skin was caramel colored, silky and smooth all over. She was a bit short, but her attitude more than made up for that shortcoming. And her face was very pretty. She wasn't the type to be too girly and wear tons of make-up, and the truth was, she didn't need it. She was naturally very pretty. Her chestnut eyes, long eyelashes, and thin eyebrows were striking, drawing any man's attention. Her curly brunette hair was typically in a pony-tail, feminine but not girly. Her lips were very plump even though her natural expression came across as a bit of a sneer, the look worked for her. 

Nadine had a major crush on Dom. She had had feelings for him for a while now. She was not very subtle, so she had done all she could to make it clear she liked him. He probably knew that, but he never pursued it. She was not his type. He was interested more in the cute, dressed down, hipster chick kinda girl. Nadine was more up front and brash than he was used to. Dom was always polite to Nadine, but he never returned her feelings. Plus, he had started seeing another girl at school. But that never stopped Nadine. She was too stubborn to give up. She kept pursuing him, even though he might be a lost cause. 

Whenever she was around Dom, she tried to cool her jets and be on her best behavior. She had a brash, kinda mean sense of humor, and she always thought it might a bit much for him. So, she tried to tone it down, but it was hard for her.

While she was not much in the ways of school work, she always had an opinion, and she was accustomed to getting her way. In classes she would often get into loud disagreements. The only person who could keep her calm was Sally.

Sally and Nadine where always looked at as an odd pair. While Nadine was not much of a student, Sally was literally the top student in the class, and she was always responsible and respectful. She had already locked up a full-ride scholarship, but she was not the type to sit back and relax. She was always driven for certain causes, and she always strived to give everything her best. And even though she was the perfect student, she definitely could get a fire under her for certain causes, and when she got worked up, very few could hold her back. She was very stubborn and headstrong. Nadine and her were more common than you would think.

Sally was always an overachiever, and it didn't hurt matters that she was also classically beautiful. She was a stunning blonde, with crystal blue eyes, perfectly formed cheekbones, thin, sinewy lips, and a nice, tan complexion. Her smile could light a room, and it often did. And her body was nothing to sneeze at. She was fit and thin, thanks to years of running track. She was fairly tall, and her legs were nice and firm. Her belly was relatively flat, and she had a nice pair of B-cups. She was the type of girl who made other parents jealous that she wasn't their daughter. She was everything you could ever want in a daughter. And plus, she was always responsible, always professional, and always courteous. She was quite nearly perfect. 

The only time she ever got mad or worked up for were her causes, as her friends would refer to them. Every so often, she would dive in on different causes, and she would dive in hard. The economy, the poor, the genocides in Africa, and alternative energy were all among the causes Sally was involved with. And now, her new cause was to clear Madeline Crow's name.

The story of Madeline Crow had become something of a local legend. As time moved on, what began as a tragedy became something of a ghost story. Over time, flourishes and embellishments had been added to Madeline's story. Suddenly, in these stories, she had been caught in the act, caught cursing people in town. She was apparently practicing dark magic and the occult, and they found her secret room full of occult imagery. None of this was true, of course. The actual story was far more tragic. There was never any proof of anything connecting Madeline to dark magic. But society had already made its mind up. In the eye of the world, Madeline was guilty. 

Madeline Crow was now synonymous with witchcraft. People told ghost stories claiming to have seen her. Kids played tag, and the tagged person was told that they were "Maddy Crow." Kids thought that if you said her name three times, she would appear and curse them. Every time some aspiring teenage filmmaker made a movie in town, it would be a poorly made ghost story involving Madeline Crow. There was the Week of Crow, a festival the week before Halloween with the theme of witchcraft, with Madeline as sort of a mascot. There was even a local metal band whose imagery was themed around Madeline Crow. They even had their van painted up, showing both a witch version of Madeline and a devilish version of her, both images sexed up to draw people in, both images based on the one existing image of Madeline. And during their concerts, they had imagery of her hung up that was practically pornographic. 


The Cursed House of Crow



This image was a painting of Madeline. It was almost like a family portrait. It had Madeline standing with her husband and her two children. Most of the time, the women in these types of paintings seemed very dour and plain, but Madeline was not. She was strikingly beautiful, especially compared to the paintings of other women from around that time. Some people theorized that her uncommon, mature beauty was part of the reason she was accused of being a witch. No woman could be that beautiful in that day and time. She no doubt inspired jealousy in others, no doubt causing them to make baseless accusations.

Copies of this painting were hung up around town, in various buildings, schools, the town hall, the mayor's office, and even local bars. For some, this picture was a haunting reminder of the town's dark past, and a reminder to not let a mob mentality rule. But some took these reminders as some sort of proof of how witchcraft had permeated throughout the town. A lot of people were freaked out by these paintings. They got a vibe from them. A lot of people walked by them and felt as if they were being watched.

And people of course thought that Madeline's still standing house was haunted. People through the years had tried to sneak into the Crow house, to the point where the city was forced to have a cop present around the house to prevent any reckless youths from breaking in. But apparently, some people had broken in and claimed the house was haunted by Madeline's vengeful spirit. 

All of this was hogwash, obviously. People had gotten so interested in the fantastical that they had kind of lost the plot. It was a much more interesting, sexier story if Madeline Crow was actually a witch. There was a lot more meat to that story. But the truth was that what happened was simply a tragedy. Madeline Crow was wrongly persecuted and subjected to a punishment she did not deserve.

No fate sounded worse to Sally.

So Sally took it upon herself to vindicate her. None of the people who had broken into the house were ever there for education reasons. Some historians had tried to get permission from the city a few years ago, but the rumor was that the church had intervened and forced the city's hand in not allowing anyone to enter the house. This pissed Sally off. She was already interested in Madeline's story, but this pushed her over the edge and inspired her new mission. To prove Madeline innocent and show the entire town that she was someone whose fate should not be taken so lightly. She was someone to be honored and respected.

"So Sal..." Tony began from the back seat, "What's your plan exactly?"

"Okay," Sally started. "I spied out the house a few days ago. I know usually around this time, they have a cop car near the house, so we'll have to be careful. But, I noticed that they don't usually end up there until around seven or so, so we have time to get there before the cops would notice. Now, there is a fence there, and it is chained shut, but I did kinda borrow my Dad's bolt cutters."

"Jeez, Sal, this is going to be full on breaking and entering." Dom said.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Sally?" Alex asked responsibly.

"Guys, people have gotten caught there before. They just get sent away with a warning. If they catch us, we can just act like a bunch of rambunctious teens and they won't think twice." Sally replied.

"We are a bunch of rambunctious teens... right?" Dom asked.

"I mean, yeah, this will be fun and kind of a thrill, but this is a mission with a purpose. I want to find something to validate Madeline Crow's innocence. I've asked town historians, city hall, even the church if they have fully investigated this place..." she began.

"Whoa, you went to the church and didn't tell me?" Timmy asked.

"Yeah. So?" Sally asked, confused.

"You should have told me. I would have come with you. I love those nuns there." Timmy joked, holding his hands in front of his chest as if holding a pair of melons.

"Ewww, Timmy. Don't be gross." Sally said. "Anyway, everyone I asked all kinda dodged answering me. So, if no one wants to give me answers, I'll just get them myself." Sally said. Alex smiled. He loved her drive to do what was right. Sally saw him smile, and blushed in response.

Sally was happy. Surrounded by her loving boyfriend and her loyal friends, all working together to allow her to do this research. Warmth filled her heart.

This couldn't be going any better.

*************

Sally placed the car into park and switched off the ignition. They had done it. They had arrived.

They had reached the Cursed House of Crow.

All of her friends piled out of the car and into the cool autumn air. They all took a moment to take in the fabled house in front of them. It was definitely impressively large. And despite how ridiculous Sally found these ghost stories about Madeline, even she had to admit the house was definitely foreboding and a bit spooky. If you imagined a spooky, haunted house, you would imagine the Crow house.

It must have been well designed to be still so well intact after all these years. It was two stories with a raised point in the middle. It was built out of dark wood with black formed steel around the windows and the roof. Nothing could be seen through the dark windows. Even Sally felt a chill go through her while looking at the Crow estate. Sally wrote that off as being from the sharp, biting October wind.

"Even though I don't believe the ghost stories..." Alex started, "I will admit this place is actually pretty creepy." This caused the others to laugh nervously, because they were all feeling the same thing. Even though they all knew better, none of them were exactly excited to go inside. This house could be a haunted house in a movie and it wouldn't feel out of place. 

"Do you think this house has wi-fi?" Dom asked, phone in hand, causing the others to laugh, breaking the tension. Nadine laughed a little harder than the rest, causing Dom to smile uncomfortably. She was a cool girl, Dom thought, but it was obvious she liked him, and she wasn't exactly subtle about it. He would put up with her in social gatherings, but he didn't particularly care for her obvious come-ons and unsubtle flirting. He liked girls with a bit more substance. He had never once had a conversation with her that stimulated him in the least. He couldn't imagine ever dating her. Sure, she was good looking, but he was positive the conversations would dry up quickly. He couldn't imagine anything that they had in common, any common interests that could make a relationship with such a shallow, self-centered girl worth it. 

He glanced at Nadine and played with his phone. He put it to his ear as the others chatted a bit.

"Hey, Rach, it's me." Dom said to his girlfriend. The others chatted, but Nadine stared bullets at him. "Yeah, I'm just hanging with some friends. I might get a bit delayed, but I should only be a few hours... yeah, definitely, I'll be there. Okay, talk you soon. Bye."

Dom hung up and rejoined the group. He glanced at Nadine, and she looked at him angrily.

"That was mean." Alex whispered as Dom stepped up next to him. Dom just sorta shrugged his shoulders. Alex rolled his eyes and spoke up.

"So, what's the plan?" Alex said as the group walked slowly towards the house.

"Well, uh, we go in and look around. Try to find something, some record of what happened. Maybe like a journal or document. Anything to find out what she was thinking after her incarceration. It shouldn't take too long. Only a couple hours." Sally said.

"So, here's a question." Alex began. "How are we getting in?" he finished, staring at the door as they walked up the front steps and reached the front stoop. The other's looked at the door and realized it was padlocked shut. 

"Um, you think those bolt cutters will get the job done?" Tony asked.

"Worth a shot." Sally replied. Tony lumbered back to the car to retrieve the bolt cutters. He returned to the front stoop of house. He put them in place and used his strength to once again use the cutters for nefarious purposes, sending the padlock to the ground as he snipped the lock. He set down the tool and waited. Sally smiled at him and reached to the door handle. She twisted it and pushed at it, but she walked into the door slightly as the door didn't budge. She tried again, shaking at the door, but it wasn't moving.

"Is it locked or something?" Nadine asked.

"If it's locked, what are we gonna do? Break in?" Alex asked.

"I don't want to, like, destroy the place. I just want to get in." Sally replied.

"Timmy..." Dom started. "You're black. You should know the best way to break into a house."

"Fuck you." Timmy replied with a laugh. Being one of the only black students at his high school gave him a good sense of humor about his race.

"You know, I don't see a lock." Sally said, bending over.

"Step back." Tony said. Moving forward, he grabbed the door handle as the others stepped back. He reared back and slammed his shoulder into the door violently. The door budged a bit as Tony flexed his shoulder.

"That must have hurt." Sally said. Tony grimaced a bit, but before anyone could react, he grabbed the handle, reared back, and slammed his shoulder into the door again. The door flew open with a crack and Tony slightly fell into the doorway.

The House of Crow was now open.

Tony nursed his sore shoulder as he stepped aside to allow an unafraid Sally to enter. Even though the others were a bit more nervous than they let on, they slowly followed behind her.

The first thing they all noticed was the smell. The stale, musty air within smelled like wet, rotted wood and dust. All of them covered their noses as they adjusted to the scent.

"Don't worry guys. You'll get used to it." Sally said.

"I hope I never get used to this." Nadine replied.

Sally reached into her bag and grabbed some flashlights. She passed them out among her friends.

"Okay guys, be careful." Sally began, "Watch your step. There might be like, rats, or something."

"Rats?" Nadine replied nervously, trying to act unafraid in front of Dom.

"Don't worry, Nadine. We won't be here too long, hopefully." Sally replied.

SLAM!

All of them jumped as the door slammed shut.

"Sorry guys." Tony said. "I don't know my strength sometimes."

The room was dark now that the door was shut. They all lit up their flashlights and looked around, studying their surroundings for the first time. 

The house looked unlived in, obviously. Weeds and mushrooms were growing through the floorboards. Dust covered everything. The room itself was rather plain. They were in a large living area. The room had a few small tables and chairs. The walls were only lightly decorated. Everything was made out of darkened wood. There were shelves with plates along the walls. The main feature in the room was a large fireplace, made of rock. And above it, hanging on the stone, was the famous painting of Madeline Crow.

Looking up at it, the painting of Madeline standing behind her family, adorned with her pilgrim-like clothing and a Mona Lisa smile, it captured each one of their visions. It was one of those paintings that when you looked at it made you feel as if the eyes were watching you. All of them looked away, eager to look away from the creepy painting.

"So, uh, what's the plan?" Alex asked.

"Well, we either go around as a group, go through each room one by one, or we split up and tackle everything quicker." Sally suggested.

"Split up? That never ends well." Timmy replied.

"Timmy, this isn't a horror movie." Sally stated.

"Good, cause if this becomes one, we all know who goes out first." Timmy said, causing them all to laugh nervously. 

"Let's split up." Alex said firmly. "Three groups of two. I don't believe the horror stories, but I don't want to stick around too long."

"Sounds good." Dom said.

"I'll go with Dom." Nadine jumped in, excited to take advantage of the situation.

"Uhhhhhhh... ohhhh-kay. I guess." Dom said slowly, unable to find a reason to say no. Nadine noticed his hesitation and winced a bit.

"I'm guessing you two aren't splitting anytime soon?" Timmy asked Alex and Sally.

"Uh, we'll probably stick together, yeah." Alex replied.

"That's fine. Cause when all the ghosts appear, you're gonna want to be with us." Timmy replied, standing next to Tony. 

"Okay, Tony and Timmy, you guys take the first floor, me and Alex and Dom and Nadine will split the upstairs." Sally planned out quickly.

"Okay, let's get going." Alex stated. Everyone nodded in assent. "Dom, let me talk to you a sec."

"Don't keep me waiting." Nadine purred to Dom. Dom rolled his eyes and stepped aside with his best friend.

"Hey," Alex began. "I know you're not into Nadine, but she's a good person, so try not to, like, hurt her feelings." 

"Alex, she is such, a..." Dom began, not knowing how to describe.

"Listen, I know she's a bit much. But please be... polite." Alex said. Dom rolled his eyes.

"Fine." Dom conceded, stifling his inner smart-ass in effort to appease his friend.

"Good." Alex said, patting Dom on the shoulder and heading back over to Sally, Dom close behind. Once they reached the group, Sally spoke up.

"Okay, guys, let's get to it." she said perkily. And just as she finished that sentence, a long, whining creak came from the floor above them. Once the creak ended, Sally looked around and noticed the apprehension in their eyes.

"Oh, c'mon, it was just the wind." Sally said fearlessly. They all kinda laughed off the noise, but all of them were still a bit nervous. Unafraid, Sally marched up the stairs. Shrugging, Alex followed behind her, Dom and Nadine close behind. 

As they reached the second floor, Sally used the flashlight to light their way through the dark hallway. She swept away the cobwebs and led the way towards the first door. Approaching it, she grabbed the handle and pushed it. It was stuck, like the front door had been. She shook at it a bit, but before she could do any more, Alex stepped in front of her and used his shoulder to force the door open. 

Sally shined the flashlight inside the room, eager to appraise its contents. Her light shone on walls of heavy bookshelves, each loaded to the brim with books. 

"Ha Ha!" Sally laughed out. "Okay... I think we just found the motherload." 

Sally stepped inside, admiring the room filled with books and texts. There was a thick table and a sitting desk, with an inkwell and a feather.

"Okay, I think I will spend, like, all of my time here." Sally said excitedly. She walked towards one of the bookshelves and ran her fingers over the heavy books. "This is awesome." she whispered to herself.

"Okay, Dom, Nadine, you guys take the rest of the floor. I think Sal is gonna hunker down here for awhile." Alex suggested. Dom nodded and Nadine smiled at this. They walked away, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

Alex looked over at his girlfriend, who already had her nose buried in a book. Alex was admittedly not as obsessed with this adventure as Sally was, but he was always up for anything. Even though the house was pretty creepy, Alex didn't think this house could have anything inside that could truly surprise him. Alex was very even-keeled, and it took a lot to make him truly uncomfortable. It would take a lot more than a creepy old house to freak him out.

He kept his eyes on Sally and admired her for a few moments. A lot of people would kinda be overwhelmed by the fervor Sally got into when she was on the case in one of her missions. But Alex, well, he kinda liked it. He liked seeing her so worked up... so passionate. It kinda turned him on.

Even though Alex and Sally were both kinda straight arrows, they actually had a pretty active sex life. Both of them had healthy sexual appetites and they enjoyed indulging those appetites with each other. People looked at them as being the type of couple who spent their time studying or talking about intellectual things, but they knew how to get down. Some of Alex's friends were surprised to hear that Sally was willing to put out, but she definitely did. Alex and Sally were definitely very active and very attracted to each other, and sometimes, Alex had trouble maintaining his cool demeanor around her.

And when she got like this, almost in a fanatic fervor over new knowledge, he liked it. He couldn't explain it. Maybe it had to do with the fact that whenever she got like this, it always made her extra playful and passionate in the bedroom. But Sally just did something to Alex. He was always cool and in control, however there was something about Sally that just drove him nuts.

She was everything he ever wanted in a girl. She was pretty. She was fit and thin but she still had good curves in the right places. A nice pair of B-cups and a cute, petite butt. Even though he was not the type of guy to be so shallow, he did still have his preferences, and luckily Sally met them. And fortunately, she was a blonde. Alex always had a soft spot for blondes. Blondes always seemed so bright and perky and full of life.

Alex watched as she bent over to grab a book, pointing her cute, jean clad butt at him. And, despite his spooky surroundings, Alex realized that Sally's passion and body had left him painfully erect. So he couldn't stop himself from approaching his girlfriend's bent over form and pressing his crotch against her jean clad butt, putting his hands on her hips.

"What are you doing?" Sally purred, feeling her boyfriend's sizable meat pressed between her butt cheeks. Alex had many qualities that attracted her to him. His great body. His scruffy, wild hair. His piercing eyes. His cute smile. His soft spoken personality. His fierce intelligence. Any of those things could get him a girlfriend, and that was what attracted Sally to him. So, later finding out that this seemingly perfect guy also happened to have a wrist-thick, nine inch dick was just icing on the cake. 

"I love you, hon." Alex whispered.

"Well, I love you too, babe. But what are you doing?" she asked with a laugh. 

"I like seeing you so worked up." Alex whispered as Sally straightened up and pressed herself against him. 

"You seem to always be worked up." Sally countered with a sly smile. Despite his cool appearance, Sally's boyfriend always seemed to be ready for some action. Sally was shocked by how ready he was to get down all the time, and how surprisingly intimate and affectionate he was ready to be at all times, even in public. Sally didn't anticipate this wild side to him, but instead of turning herself away from him, it really turned her on and made her feel good. She loved how attracted he was to her, and plus, she loved seeing a bit of his darker, naughtier side.

"I think I have good reason to be worked up." Alex whispered, kissing her neck.

"Hey, this isn't the time." Sally said, reluctantly pulling away from his soft lips.

"What, you don't know about my haunted house fetish?" Alex joked.

"Oh, yeah, this place is so hot." Sally laughed out. She finally pulled away and turned to face him. Stepping close to him, she gave him a soft kiss and firmly grabbed his jean-clad shaft in her palm.

"Save it for later, babe." Sally said, squeezing his dick softly, causing him to groan, "Don't worry, for helping me out, for bringing me here, I've got something extra special ready for you tonight."

"Mmm, I can't wait." Alex purred, kissing his girlfriend.

"Well..." she began, kissing him back, "You'll have to." she finished, stepping back, all business again as she went back to searching the books, leaving him high and dry. He had no expectations that she would want to get it on in the haunted house, but it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, that left his dick uncomfortably swollen in his pants. 

He didn't need to worry about it, though. He wouldn't have to wait that long. By the time he would leave this house, his balls would be completely drained. He just didn't know it yet.




The Cursed House of Crow



And he also didn't know that he wasn't the only person in this house who had sex on their mind. 

Nadine trailed behind Dom, watching his hot body as they walked, barely able to stop herself from jumping his bones and forcing herself on him. He was just so hot to her. He had the deep, brooding attitude that could drive any girl nuts, and the sense of humor to make anyone like him. He had close cropped brown hair and a bit of stubble that made him look rough and mature. He had deep, dark eyes that pulled you in. And his body was fit and sexy. And his demeanor made him even more sexy. He was surprisingly quiet for such a joker, but when he spoke out and made a joke it made his jokes even funnier. His words carried weight, and his ability to not have to force his humor on people made him even more appealing. 

Nadine wanted him bad. She racked her head over what to do to make it clear she was his for the taking. She had flirted and preened around him, but he had never made a move. He always came across like he was above the social games of high school stuff, and even though he had his choice of girls, he never seemed to date any of the girls in school. That was until recently, until he started palling around with that skinny bitch Rachel, who dressed in that stupid, ironic, hipster clothing. She didn't dress the part of a girly girl like Nadine did. Nadine dressed like a woman. Rachel dressed like a member of a lesbian indie band! But somehow Dom preferred her. Somehow, she landed the hottest single guy in school! Nadine was baffled by this. Didn't Dom know he could have her instead! And he could definitely have her in any way he wanted. 

"So, this is fun." Nadine said, following Dom, eyes on his cute butt.

"Uh yeah, it's alright." he replied, never turning to face her as he kept walking. They came to a door and Dom pushed it open. He walked inside cautiously, with Nadine right behind. They emerged into a bedroom, with a large bed and a light shining through the dirty window.

Both of them stepped into the room and Dom shone the flashlight through the room. There were a few pieces of furniture, like shelves and desks and a few other odds and ends. The bed looked simple, a wood frame and a thin padding that acted like a mattress.

"That bed looks mighty comfy." Nadine suggested, walking towards it.

"No it doesn't." Dom replied, not giving her an inch in her obvious come-ons and double-entendres.

"It looks big enough for two." Nadine replied, moving in front of him, raising her eyebrows coyly.

"Of course it does. It was for Madeline and her husband." Dom replied.

"Oh, come-on, Dom. Loosen up." she said, stepping up to him, rubbing his shoulder. He backed away quickly.

"Let's keep looking." Dom said, turning away from her. Nadine scrunched her eyebrows in annoyance.

Dom thumbed through the furniture, looking for anything interesting. Nadine racked her brain for anything she could say to Dom. She looked around listlessly and glanced at the window. And when she did...

"AHH!" Nadine squealed, jumping back, backing into Dom.

"What is it?" Dom asked, looking around, unconsciously having grabbed her as she nearly fell back into him.

"I saw... I saw a face! In the window!" Nadine said, legitimately upset.

"What?" Dom asked skeptically.

She wasn't kidding. When she glanced into the window, she saw the reflection of a face, as if someone was behind her. It wasn't Dom's face. It was a woman's face. An older woman, a woman who looked shockingly similar to...

"It was Madeline! Madeline Crow! I swear!" Nadine cried out. She was breathing deep, clearly scared. 

"What do you mean? You saw her in the window?" Dom asked.

"She... she... I saw her in the window. Her face. Reflected. It was like she was behind me. When I looked behind me she wasn't. It was only... you." Nadine said, looking up at him. It was only then she realized she was in Dom's strong arms. Dom's firm hands were on her body, around her waist. A shiver ran through her. Her nipples turned hard and her pussy moistened. Before she could think twice, she bent her knees, lowering herself until his hands slid up her sides until they were against the sides of her breasts.

"Okay!" Dom said, leaping away from her. "You know, Nadine, I've tried to be nice. But, seriously, I should have fucking known."

"I'm sorry, Dom, but I seriously did see something." Nadine cried out.

"Bullshit, Nadine. Alright, I will make this very clear. I don't like you. I have a girlfriend. And I like her a lot. Face the facts that me and you will never happen!" Dom said firmly.

"Dom, I..." Nadine began.

"Stop! Just stop!" Dom cut her off. "I don't want to hear it! I am tired of your shameless flirting and your pathetic come-ons."

"You can cum on me anytime." Nadine said quietly.

"Nadine!" Dom said.

"Sorry." she said quietly, tearing up.

"Nadine..." Dom began, his tone softening. "I don't want to make you cry. But, it's just you come on so strong. You are so blatant to the point of being rude. You disrespect me and Rachel by hitting on me. I can't go along with that. That just doesn't work for me. I think you've just got to grow up a bit and face facts. You can't always get what you want."

Nadine looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with him as he dressed her down. And not in the way she wanted him to dress her down.

"Listen, Nadine, in the end, when it all comes down to it, you're just not my type. You'll make someone really happy, but it's not me. I know you like me, but it's just not gonna happen."

"You're wrong." Nadine said quietly.

"I'm not." Dom said. "I don't want to make this awkward, but I hope we can at least be civil."

"I'm not wrong." Nadine said, a tear falling down her cheek as she turned and stomped out of the room down the hall.

Dom sighed and rolled his eyes. He felt bad about making her cry, but she had made him so uncomfortable. She needed a taste of her own medicine. She needed the rough truth.

Nadine needed a rough something else as well.

Even though Dom had shut her down, even though her crush was farther from happening than ever before, she didn't know the truth. She didn't see the future. She didn't know how this day would end. She didn't know how happy she would be at the end of the night.

The occupant of this house had big plans for Nadine.

***********

"This is dumb." Timmy said. He and Tony were checking out the first floor, and they had progressed to the kitchen. 

"Yeah, but, I owe it to Sal." Tony said.

"Owe it to her? Only one thing a girl could give me that would want to make me want to come here." Timmy said. Tony looked at him dully. "Sex. I'm talking about sex." Timmy explained. He wasn't the sharpest guy around. 

"Dude, shut up." Tony replied. 

"You like her or something?" Timmy asked.

"No. It's not like that. She's like a sister." Tony said.

"Yikes. I'm surprised you'd want to do those things to your sister." Timmy said.

"Yo, shut the fuck up." Tony called out, stepping up towards him. Timmy backed away from the larger Tony, hands up.

"Just messing with you man, just messing with you." Timmy said.

"Whatever man." Tony muttered. "Why you even here?"

"Well, unlike you, it's not cause I want to bang Sally." Timmy joked. Tony tensed up and began breathing deep like a bull. "Just playing man. Listen, me and Sal were lab partners, so we worked a bit together. She's a cool girl. I don't blame you for liking her."

"Say one more thing and I'll fucking beat the shit out of you." Tony threatened the smart-ass in front of him.

"I don't like her, but I do want to be friends with her. I want her to be able to invite me over to her house like we did when we were lab partners." Timmy said.

"What? Why?" Tony asked.

"Her mom is the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen." Timmy said with a sly smile.

"What? You want to bang Sally's mom? That's fucked up!" Tony replied.

"Sure is. But it would be fucking worth it. Have you seen her tits? That ass? She's gagging for it." Timmy said.

"Dude, I can't fucking deal with you." Tony said, turning away as Timmy smiled and went back to looking. 

Tony wasn't the brightest guy. He'd been nicknamed the Ox by his teammates. He was big and strong but no one had any respect for him intellectually. Sure, he didn't get the best grades, but he didn't feel dumb. That was until he was around people like Sally, and Alex, smart people, which made him feel like he was missing out on things, a whole other world. He just knew things in his spectrum, like football, and gym stuff. But his peers could talk about politics and issues and not sound out of place. It was only then that Tony felt like an idiot. Despite his size, it was those moments that he felt like the smallest guy in the world. He just wanted someone to respect him. Respect what he could do.

He thought he had that in Sally. She treated him different. Like a friend. Tony thought it could be something more, that is until she started dating Alex. Alex was a cool dude, but Tony couldn't help but resent him a little bit for being with the girl he liked. Tony soon realized she would never see him that way and he had no choice but to dive in to his other pursuits. Like football. Or weightlifting.

So there Tony was, the biggest guy in school, respected by no one. Despite his large size, he didn't garner that respect from his peers. He was not a leader, he was a follower. A coach's dream, cause he was the type to be told to do something and be able to do it. He didn't like to think of himself as dumb, but deep down he was afraid he was just a big, dumb ox. No girl would want a dumb ox like him. He just wanted to find someone who appreciated his set of skills. But he hadn't found that. Not yet. 

"Dude, there ain't nothing here." Timmy called out, examining the stove.

"Just keep looking." Tony replied, shining his flashlight at the wall. 

Timmy rolled his eyes and sauntered away. He looked away and noticed a door. It must have been a pantry or something. He walked over to it and popped open the door. He stepped inside and looked around. The room was windowless, so the only light came from his flashlight and the ambient light from the open door behind him. His flashlight shined through the cobwebs, examining the room. This pantry had no food in it. Any food that was once there was now gone, obviously. There were some shelves, but they were mostly empty. His flashlight did shine on a pair of large, white milk jugs, sitting on a shelf, but there wasn't much else. There were a few blankets and tattered cloth, but for the most part, this small room was mostly empty. Timmy was about to turn back and leave this room when...

SLAM!

The door behind him slammed shut, leaving the room mostly dark, other than the light coming from his flashlight. Timmy jumped at the sound of this and spun around and shone his light at the door. It was then he realized he wasn't alone.

"AAHHH! HOLY FUCK!" Timmy screamed out.

Some knocks came in from the now closed door.

"Timmy, you alright." Tony's muffled voice came from beyond the door. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! 

Tony knocked again, beating at the door with the back of his fist. 

"You alright?" Tony called out. 

Timmy couldn't reply. He was in shock. Cause standing in front of him was another person. A person who shouldn't be here. But it was no witch.

"Mrs. Samson? What are you doing here?" Timmy asked.

Standing in front of Timmy was Sally's mom, Mrs. Jane Samson. A bodacious blonde if there ever was one. Jane stood in front of Timmy wearing a pair of skin tight, low-waisted jeans and a tiny white tank top. Her flat belly was exposed, showing off her perfect golden tan. Her top clung to her enormous, juicy, bouncy breasts. And by the way her hard nipples showed through the top, she was not wearing a bra. Her perfect blonde hair was done up on her head, and her piercing eyes and puffy lips were made her look like the sex bomb she was. 

Timmy didn't understand what he was seeing. She couldn't be here, but she was here. She looked fantastic, but something was off. She seemed to glow with some otherworldly light, highlighting her beauty in this dark atmosphere.

"Mmm, so nice to see you here, Timmy." Jane gasped out, her voice breathy and airy, so unlike the seemingly reserved mature mother she always was around him. 

"How... How?" Timmy asked, the arrogant young man backing up in confusion. 

"I came hear to check up on Sal. I found out she was coming here, and I wanted to make sure she was okay. If I had known a big, strapping young man like you was here, I wouldn't have worried." Jane said, rubbing her palm along his fit bicep.

"Uh, yeah, Mrs. S. I got this shit under control." Timmy said, his confusion being overwhelmed by his attraction to the mature, hot blonde with the massive tits in front of him. She got in close to him and pushed out her tits, exposing her cleavage to the black young man in front of her.

Timmy couldn't help but stare. As his eyes got lost in the cavern between her massive jugs, he just couldn't look away. He was transfixed by the succulent flesh in front of him. If he could look up he would have seen the evil smile curl across her face. She stepped forward, entering the young man's personal space, and he had no way to stop her. 

"Timmy, are you okay, dude?" Tony said, slamming on the door. Tony looked around the room, hoping to find something to jar the door loose. He used all his strength to pull on the knob, but something was holding this door shut. Tony stood up and looked around, gathering his thoughts. He looked around and his eyes settled on the fireplace. Next to it was a cast iron poker that was built to stir up the wood in the fireplace. Tony ran over and grabbed it. He ran back to the door and jammed the poker between the door and the door frame, hoping to pry it open. He used all the strength in his body to try to force this door open and find out what happened to Timmy and to make sure he was alright. He didn't really like the guy, but he didn't want him hurt or anything.

Timmy was not hurt. In fact, he couldn't be happier. He was lying on his back, pants around his knees, as Mrs. Jane Samson furiously rode his thick black cock. Timmy had his hands under her top, filling his hands with her gigantic tanned breasts. He pinched her hard nipples as she rode him. 

"Mmm, Timmy, I've wanted this for so long." Jane moaned out. 

"Mrs. S! You're incredible!" he gasped out. This woman was incredible. He just knew under her typical professional exterior she was a slut trying to get out. And holy fuck, this bitch could fuck! She was swiveling her hips as she rode him, and her cunt was the tightest fucking hole he had ever experienced, and he had fucked some girls in the ass. But Jane Sampson, this mature slut, had them all beat. 

"I'm better than all those teenage sluts, aren't I?" Jane asked.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" Timmy praised, his eyes closing, the pleasure was so great. 

"OH! FUCK ME! You fuck me so much better than my husband! I love it! Timmy! Pledge yourself to me, and you will get everything you ever wanted." Mrs. S moaned out. "I'm gonna need this pleasure. I'm gonna need a strong young man satisfying my needs every day."

"Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want!" Timmy grunted out. He opened his eyes and tried to take in her voluptuous body, but he just couldn't get a good look at her. His vision was fuzzy, but he didn't really care. The pleasure of her tight, squeezing cunt was consuming his world.

Tony was still at it, trying to force the door open. Finally, the wood could take no more, and the doorframe splintered, allowing the door to be opened. He dropped the fire poker and ripped the door open.

He was staring into the darkness, unable to see anything. But he heard something, like some sort animal grunting. He pointed his flashlight within, until he saw movement. He saw what appeared to be something under a layer of dusty black fabric, writhing. Tony thought it was an animal or something. The noises coming from it were savage grunts, almost feral sounding. He moved the light around, and as he did, he saw Timmy on the floor, his pants around his ankles, and a huge smile on his face. The thing under the black fabric was on top of him, on top of his crotch. And then Tony saw the motion of limbs under the cloth, and his flashlight reflected off some long black hair, Tony suddenly realized the truth. A woman was on top of Timmy, wearing a dusty black covering. The savage grunting was coming from her, as she... as she... Holy shit. Tony realized the truth. This woman, whoever she was, was fucking Timmy. Tony didn't know who she was, this wild woman, he couldn't get a good look at her face. But she was just savagely riding Timmy, and he didn't appear to have any complaints.

"Timmy! What are you doing!" Tony called out. Suddenly, the woman stopped writhing, and Tony could suddenly feel her turn her head and look at him. Before he could react, an unseen force shoved him from behind, sending him flying into the pantry, until he roughly hit the far wall face-first. He was knocked loopy, and the last thing he heard was the door slamming shut behind him, rendering the room pitch black. And now, he was trapped in this room, trapped with Timmy and this mystery woman.

Tony was knocked silly and into a daze. He fell to his ass and leaned back against the wall he ran into it. As he began to regain his bearings, he heard footsteps approaching him, till he felt a presence directly in front of him. He didn't know who it was moving around, but he hoped it was Timmy. From within the darkness, a rustle of fabric was heard, and an almost ghostly pale, firm, bare female leg emerged. And it was a long leg... a smooth leg. So smooth... Tony shook his head and looked away, trying to escape the presence in front of him. But that was impossible. He felt the figure kneel in front of him, and he felt the presence move closer. He felt a breath at his ear. 

"We've got work to do." A ghostly female voice whispered into his ear.

"AAAHH!" Tony screamed out, knowing he was in the presence of something deeply evil.

He was not wrong.

*************

Unfortunately for the other people there, in the Cursed House of Crow, sound just seemed to die, so the noise made in the pantry was heard by none of the others. They just carried on blissfully unaware of the fact that they were under attack. Someone in the House was awake, and that person was not happy.

Neither was Nadine. She had stomped away from Dom in a huff. She tried to just check out other rooms upstairs, but eventually, she just made her way back downstairs. She had settled into an uncomfortable chair in the living room and put her head in her hands, trying to hold back the tears. 

This just felt so wrong! She just knew her and Dom were supposed to be together. Whenever she thought of her and him as a couple, it just felt so right. It felt so meant to be. They would be so cute together! But no, he turned her away, just because she did a bit of light flirting with him. He got so mean with her, when the only crime she committed was liking him. Maybe he was afraid. Afraid of how much he actually did like her. That must be it. He pretends to like his dorky little girlfriend, but he still likes Nadine and wants to be with her. He didn't have to be so mean about it though. 

Nadine wiped away the tears. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She didn't cry much in general. She wasn't that type of girl. She was the type to make other girl's cry, cause she was so much better than them in every way. She wasn't a girly girl, she was a tough chick. And as she wiped away the tears, she had to remind herself that tough chicks don't cry. 

As she got back to her feet, she thought about what Dom had said. Was he right? Did she come on too strong? Were him and her not truly meant to happen? No, it couldn't be. Dom just had to like her deep down. She knew it. And he would realize that when he saw her flirting with Timmy. That would make him jealous. She would hang off Timmy and show Dom what he was missing out on.




The Cursed House of Crow



Nadine sauntered forward towards the kitchen area, looking for Tony and Timmy. Her eyes scanned the room, noting the shelves and the cast iron stove. But what she didn't see was Tony and Timmy. She scrunched her eyes in confusion. Where the hell did they go? They didn't puss out, did they? 

Nadine was about to walk towards the front door and see if they had chickened out and went outside. She was stopped when she heard a noise. It was faint and muffled, but she could hear it. It sounded like... sucking. Vigorous, wet sucking.

She followed the noise till she found herself in front of a door leading off from the kitchen. It looked like a pantry or something. Even though she thought this whole ghost thing was bullshit, she would admit she was a bit nervous by what she had seen so far. That face she saw in the window. This almost animal like sucking she was hearing. Something just felt... off.

So, with trembling fingers, Nadine grabbed the door and pulled it open.

She heard the sucking first. Now that the door was open, the sound was clear. But the room was still pitch-black, so she couldn't see the source of the noise. Flicking on her flashlight, she pointed it into the room. 

The light traveled along the dusty wooden floor, seeing nothing of note. That was until she saw a pair of shoes. She followed these shoes and used the light to travel up the legs of the shoe's owners. She saw a pair of bunched up jeans around his ankles, leaving his black legs bare. Nadine shined her light upward, to realize that on the floor was Timmy, his large dick out in the open, throbbing as he vigorously stroked it. His eyes were closed and he seemed blind to the world, lost in his own pleasure.

Nadine was beyond confused. What the hell was he doing? Why was he stroking his impressively large cock, and in here of all places?

"Timmy." Nadine called out. "What are you doing?"

Timmy's eyes flashed open, revealing that they were glowing, in an inhuman red glow. Before she could really take this in, Nadine heard movement from the other end of the room. On instinct, she flashed her light towards the other side of the room, and what she saw stunned her.

She saw a person, draped in a dusty black cloak, facing the wall, slightly bent over. This figure was moving slightly, shifting in place. The cloak was bulky, but judging by the figure's seemingly trim figure and long black hair, it appeared to be a woman. And that wet, sucking noise was coming from her direction. 

Nadine let the light trail to the ground, and it was only then she realized that this woman was standing over the large seated figure of Tony. Tony was seated against the wall, but everything above his waist was obscured by the woman in front of him and her bulky black cloak. The woman was bent over in front of him and pressed in close, her chest near his face, as if forcing something upon him. Tony was not fighting this invasion of his personal space. In fact, he was barely moving at all. 

And continuously, unstopping, was that same, sucking noise. It seemed to get louder, as if reverberating in Nadine's ears. In her head. In her mind.

"Tony!?" Nadine called out. At this noise, the woman came to life, like a cockroach when the lights turned on. As quick as a flash, she ran to the side, disappearing behind some shelves, never once looking back.

"Jesus!" Nadine screamed out, startled by her sudden motion. She was gone from sight in an instant, and Nadine watched as Tony, eyes glowing red, fell over onto his side. As if exhausted, his eyes lidded over as he fell into an instantaneous deep rest, his chest slowly rising and falling, creamy milk leaking from his open mouth.

"Uh, jeez, uh..." Nadine gasped, backing away. She wanted to help, but she didn't want to go in there, with whoever that woman was. It couldn't be... no, it wasn't possible. Ghosts aren't real. But Nadine had to admit, that didn't look like a ghost. She looked very real. Then, who was she?

Nadine didn't care to ask. She needed to get help. She needed to find Dom. He would know what to do.

Leave it to an intrepid slut like Nadine to use even this attack on her friends as a way to get close to the man she wanted. 

***********

Sally ran her finger along the spine of a book she pulled from the bookshelf. She opened the first page and saw it was titled "The Mirror" in handwritten ink. She fanned through the pages until one page seemed to appear as the book fell open. The words on the page caught her eyes and she read through them.

"You are not enough for him. You've always known that. You always knew his eyes would wander. You acted as if that weren't true, but deep down, you know you're not good enough. And you are not. The world will evolve, society will exist and grow whether you're a part of it or not. And he will move on, to someone more capable. And you will be forgotten. A faded memory, trapped within the sins of others. "

Sally scrunched her eyebrows. It must be a diary or journal or something. Well, she would have more time for that later. She added this book to her stack of books next to her backpack. 

"What are you doing with all of these?" Alex asked, sauntering over next to her, eyeing the stack of books. He grabbed "The Mirror" from the top and fanned through it.

"I'm uh, I'll take them home for a bit of light reading." Sally replied coyly.

"You're taking them?" Alex asked. 

"Well, no one is gonna be looking for them." Sally justified. 

"Man, you're a bit more lawless than I thought." Alex said with a wry smile. "You're lucky I love you, or I'd call the cops on you." he added with a laugh. She giggled in response.

The book he was holding slipped from his grasp as he only maintained a grip on one side of the book. The book was peeled open, one page pried apart. Alex regained his grip and he was to shut it when the words caught his eyes. He couldn't help but read them over.

"All the wild women, the whores of the world, are yours for the taking. They will welcome you gladly, with open legs, ready rear ends, and magnificent breasts. The dark pleasures they can provide are the only things that can quench your desires. Your betrothed isn't enough. You know that. You say you love her. She's who you want, not what you need. You will betray her trust, in a manner vicious and true, and you will revel in her heartbreak. Her heart shattering will bring you pleasure. Cause your heart belongs to another. It's already too late. Your love has already began to fade from her and grow towards another. As you read these words, they invade your soul, making you mine. As I say your desire fades, your desire fades. As I say it rises, it rises. Your thirst for more grows as I put it to words, but the truth is these desires have always been there. Below the skin. All it required was for one as magnificent as myself to bring them to the surface. And I'm about to. I'll see you soon, my love, my future mate.

M. C. October 3, 2012"

"Hey, uh, Sally..." Alex began. She looked up at him, expectantly. Before he could finish...

"Hey guys." Dom said, "Have you seen Nadine?"

"What did you do, Dom?" Sally asked.

"We, uh, we had a bit of a disagreement." Dom said.

"Dom, I told you man, I told you to be nice to her." Alex said, distracted from his latest findings.

"Yeah, dude, I know. She was just... you know how she gets. She was just pushing at me." Dom said, stepping inside. 

"Well, you'd better apologize." Sally said. "Don't bad mouth my best friend. Trust me, she'll make you regret it."

"I know, I'll just let her cool off, then I'll talk to her." Dom said. "You guys find anything in here?"

"Oh, yeah, lots of stuff." Sally began. "Lots of books. I don't have the chance to look at all of them now, but it looks like there's lots of good stuff here."

"Hey, Sal, I was just gonna tell you..." Alex began, holding up "The Mirror."

"DOM!" Nadine screamed out, running up the stairs. All of them turned their heads in confusion. They turned to look through the doorway, just in time for...

"DOM!" Nadine screamed out again. Nadine ran past the study, not even taking a moment to look inside the room as she ran past. Sally, Alex and Dom watched her run past, and started to follow her.

"Dom!" Nadine called out as she entered the bedroom. She stopped when she realized Dom wasn't in the room. She turned to exit the room, only for the door to slam shut in her face. Nadine grabbed the nob and tried to pull the door open, but it wasn't budging. She started pounding on the door.

"Hey! Dom! Sally! Alex! Can you hear me?" she called out. 

Dom, Alex and Sally heard Nadine pounding on the stuck door.

"Hey! Nadine! Can you hear me?" Alex called out.

"Nadine!" Sally called out. Dom moved to grab the doorknob. He tried to pull it open, but it was stuck good. It wasn't moving.

"Nadine!" Dom called out. "Are you okay? Can you hear us?" He didn't particularly like Nadine, but he didn't want her hurt.

Unfortunately for Nadine, she couldn't hear them, even though they were about a foot away. Cause sound had a way of dying in the Cursed House of Crow, especially at the worst possible times.

But even though Nadine couldn't hear her friends on the other side of the door, she did hear another noise. A very ominous noise. The long, whining groan of wood creaking from across the room. Nadine's eyes widened as she heard this. The door was stuck, and she had no choice but to turn around and face the source of this noise head on. Slowly, she spun to meet her fate.

On the opposite corner of the room, seated in a chair, was the same cloaked figure as before. The top of her was bathed in shadow, but her legs and waist were visible. Nadine stared, wide-eyed at this cloaked figure.

"Who are you?" Nadine asked, her voice shaking with fear. The seated woman didn't answer. For a few moments, she didn't even move. Then, without any words, she responded.

The seated woman's legs began to spread. Nadine watched as the woman's ghostly white hand pulled up the bottom of her black covering, exposing her bare, pale white legs. She exposed more and more pale flesh, and finally, she pulled the cloak over her waist, exposing herself to Nadine. Nadine stared at her, wide-eyed. She should be horrified, but she couldn't look away. She just kept staring at the seated woman, and the flesh she was exposing. She was the last girl who would ever be into chicks, but something about the sight of this exposed woman was mesmerizing. Something about this sight made her lick her lips. Something about this sight made her drool with lust.

"Why isn't this door opening?" Alex grunted out, pushing at the door with all of his strength, but it wasn't budging at all. He pulled away and let Dom try, but he didn't have any luck.

"Nadine, if you're okay, let me know!" Sally called out through the door, but there was no response.

"Hey..." Alex began, "Let's go get Tony and Timmy. They can get this door open, I bet." he suggested.

"Yeah, good thinking." Sally replied, "Dom, you keep trying, we'll get the guys." Sally grabbed Alex's arm as she led him downstairs. Dom watched them walk away, and as soon as they were out of sight, he turned to focus on the door. He stretched out his arms, cracked his knuckles, and readied himself to use all of his strength to get the door open.

He put his hand on the nob, turned the handle, and reared back to drive his shoulder into the door.

The door popped right open.

He wasn't expecting this outcome, so he kinda fell through the doorway as his driving shoulder missed the now open door. He stumbled in to the bedroom but regained his bearings quickly.

"Nadine." he called out, looking around the room. The doorknob slipped from his fingers and the door slowly slid back into place, closing itself. Dom looked around, searching the dark room for Nadine. But he didn't see her, at first.

What caught his attention at first were the whispers. He heard whispers carry through the darkness, audible enough to be noticed, but just quiet enough to be unintelligible. His ears followed the noise, and his eyes were drawn into the corner. It was there that he saw her.

The light from outside shone through the dusky window, illuminating Nadine. She was on her hands and knees, facing the corner. She was locked in place, not moving from her position, but she was moving a bit. Her butt was swaying , and her head was moving around actively. Dom looked into the corner, and it was then he realized there was someone else in this room. 

She blended into the shadows. The corner itself in front of Nadine was black, as the light from the window didn't reach that far. It was there that this figure sat, in a chair in front of Nadine. This figure was dressed in a dusty black coat, which helped her blend into the darkness. And it became clear to Dom that that this figure was a woman when he realized what Nadine was up to.

Nadine was on all fours, between the woman's legs. And this woman had lifted up her cloak, so even though her legs were bathed in shadow, their ghostly paleness allowed the trim, clearly feminine legs to be seen in the darkness. And Nadine, she was between the woman's spread legs, her face nestled in this mystery woman's crotch, her tongue lapping at the vagina in front of her.

"Nadine!" Dom called out, in shock. What was she doing? Why was she licking this woman's vagina? What the fuck was going on?

But Nadine was undeterred. She ignored Dom, for the first time ever. She just kept on lovingly licking the plump, bare mature pussy in front of her. She lapped at it like a cat, giving the full length of the cunt the pleasure of her wet tongue. Nadine nibbled, licked, and sucked at the cunt, completely enthralled by the act. Which was strange for a girl who always used the word lesbo or dyke as a vicious insult when girls showed even the slightest bit of affection towards each other. But now there she was, lapping at a woman's pussy and seemingly loving every minute of it.

"What are you doing?" Dom called out. But again, Nadine ignored him. Dom watched, frozen to the spot, as a hand emerged from the shadows, equally pale as her legs. Her fingers curled out and patted Nadine's head appreciatively. 

And the whispering persisted. Dom tried to listen, but he couldn't make out the words. And the whispers got louder, like waves crashing into his ears. He could hear the noise but he just couldn't make out the words. He looked at Nadine, and the woman she was pleasuring. Nadine was looking up at the woman, worshipfully, and it seemed like something was being shared between them. That maybe these whispers were meant for Nadine to hear and not Dom. Nadine went on, pleasuring the woman in front of her. And the whispers got louder... and louder.

And then they stopped.

Nadine pulled away from the woman with a warm pop. Saliva and sexual juices connected Nadine's open mouth to the pussy of the woman in front of her. Nadine's body moved for the first time, rising into a kneeling position. Then, in one smooth motion, like a serpent, she turned to stare at Dom.

And her eyes glowed a burning red.

"Nadine?" Dom asked. She was staring at him hungrily. It was a look he had gotten more than once from her. But something about this was different. It was more confident. Not that she wasn't confident normally, but as she got to her feet, something about her seemed more... self-assured. 

She got to her feet, and slowly, confidently, she began to walk forward, towards him. Like a hunter circling her prey. It was as if she knew she had him wrapped around her finger. He couldn't rip his eyes from her growing gaze.

"What are you doing? Are you okay?" Dom asked, stepping back. Something was wrong with her. Dom looked over her shoulder at the woman in the corner, and she just sat in place, as if watching the proceedings in front of her. What was up with her? Was she possessed or something? Was the woman in the corner controlling her? Wait, this was ridiculous!

"I'm fine, Dom." she said assuredly. 

"Who is that?" Dom asked, nodding at the woman, still unable to break her eyeline.

"Don't worry about her. Focus on me." Nadine said, glancing at her own body, guiding his eyes down to the only thing that could pull his eyes away from her otherworldly gaze. His eyes fell to her giant tits, which is where she obviously wanted him to look. Despite his dislike of her, he had to admit her body was spectacular. She had curves where they mattered. Nice, firm legs. A juicy rear-end. And perfectly ripe, succulent big tits. 

Typically, these things didn't matter to him. He wasn't that type of guy. He wasn't that shallow. To him, it was a point of pride that his girlfriend wasn't conventionally beautiful. He was the type of guy who kind of liked the fact that his girl-friend had a flat-chest and no ass to speak of. He liked the fact that she dressed down, and downplayed her looks. She was a pretty girl, but she had such character and personality. He thought about her. All the good times they had. And how much he loved her.

But why was he suddenly having trouble remembering her name?

And had Nadine's tits always been that big?

Dom couldn't look away. They just looked huge in that top, which clung to her chest. Her hard nipples were apparent from under it, and they looked like they were positively throbbing. Dom tried to look away, but all he could think was... were those DD's?

Dom shook his head, meeting her gaze again. Her glowing, red gaze. He had to not let himself be taken in by her abundant charms. He had to fight for what's-her-name.

"What's wrong, baby? Having trouble focusing?" Nadine asked, her voice filled with lust.

"What are you doing?" Dom asked. Something was wrong. In his head. She was doing something to him. He never thought like this? He never thought of girl's cup sizes? He never wondered about just how nasty Nadine was in the sack. He never wondered if she could take all of his thick cock down her throat. He never wondered if she would let him fuck her massive tits. He never wondered if she had one of those extra tight cunts he had heard so much about. He never wondered how much of his cock Nadine would take up her extra-tight asshole. Probably the whole thing. She would probably spread her cheeks like an eager slut and beg for the whole fucking length. Then suck it right after like a nasty whore would. And she would swallow his creamy load and beg for more. And she would get it. She would fucking get it... wait, what?

Dom shook his head. What the fuck was happening? He had to get out of here. He turned for the door and attempted to escape. But, of course, the door wouldn't budge. He turned to face Nadine, who was slowly approaching. She seemed to be dripping with darkness. Dom was starting to think she truly was possessed.

"What happened to you? What are you doing?" Dom asked. "What did you do to her?" Dom called out to the woman in the corner. This couldn't be happening. There was no way the myths could be true. But what other explanation could there be.

"I told you to focus on me." Nadine said, drawing his attention to her. As he looked, she produced an old looking knife from her pocket. Dom stepped back. Nadine, her confident smile never wavering, took the knife and brought it to her neck. 

"No!" Dom called out, afraid she was gonna hurt herself. But before he could do anything, she brought the knife to the neck of her top and proceeded to cut at her shirt. The shirt peeled apart like the knife was cutting through butter. She slid the knife down her front, and as she did, her massive breasts began to try to force their way out. As she reached the hem of her top, her bra-covered breasts practically exploded out of them, forcing the ruined shirt to fall to the floor in tatters.

Nadine's upper half was now only covered in a lacy black bra, and her tits were so ripe and juicy they were practically falling out of it. The smooth, caramel flesh was literally pouring from her bra, yearning to be free.




The Cursed House of Crow



Again, his view of her glowing eyes was broken as his eyes were drawn to her deep cleavage. So deep, deep enough to make him wish he could fall into it face first and never escape.

"Nadine!" Dom called out. "Wake up!" Dom knew she was a slut, but he knew that this wasn't her. She wouldn't be this brazen. This was something else. A new force entirely.

"Dom, don't you realize this is what we both want?" Nadine asked, getting closer. She stopped, unzipped her jeans, and slowly pulled them off. She stepped out of them and continued slowly approaching, now clad only in her underwear. 

Her panties matched her bra, black lace and tiny. Dom had to guess she was wearing a thong, knowing her like he did.

"You want me, Dom. You want my body." Nadine whispered huskily, her lust-filled voice like a serpent, weaving around his mind. "You've wanted me all along. I know it. You've run from it for so long, but I know the truth. You love me. You have been in love with me for years. And deep down, you want to make our love official. You want to ditch the girlfriend, that pathetic excuse for a girl, and be with me, a real woman. A slut who will take care of you like you need. Who will give you everything you ever needed. Who will do anything you want."

"Nadine. I love her. I can't do this. This is wrong! Even you know that, deep down. This isn't you. This is her work, isn't it?" he asked, nodding at the woman in the corner.

"Don't worry about her. She just wants to watch us have our fun." Nadine purred. Dom backed against the door. Nadine approached her prey, knowing she had him trapped. She stepped in close, pressing her large rack into his chest.

"Mmm, that's nice. Here's what's gonna happen. Here's what you want to happen. Here's what you've always wanted to happen. You are gonna make me yours. You are going to be betray your little girlfriend and choose me. Forever. After tonight, you will know which girl you belong to. Who owns your heart. Your soul. It has to happen this way. Cause betrayal is just so yummy. You have to know what I'm capable of. Just imagine, seeing what I'm capable of, combined with the vicious betrayal against your girlfriend, that will make the sex so much better. We were destined to do this. Destined to become lovers. We were made for each other." Nadine whispered.

She pressed herself in tight, pressing her large breasts against him. She pressed her belly against him, feeling his desire for her. Without a fight, Nadine took his hands and placed them against her ass-cheeks, exposed by the teeny tiny thong she had tucked snugly between her cheeks of her hot Latina ass. Nadine felt him reflexively squeeze her ass-cheeks.

"Just look into my eyes, Dom. I will make all your troubles go away." she whispered. She looked up, and his eyes locked onto hers. Her glowing eyes held his stare, as her lips slowly approached his.

************

As soon as Alex and Sally hit the ground floor, they went searching for their two friends.

"Hey guys!" Alex called out urgently. They looked around, but saw no sign of their two friends. 

"They better not have wussed out." Sally said to Alex. "Timmy! Tony!" she called out.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the kitchen. Down the hallway in the kitchen emerged the two young men.

"There you are." Sally said, relieved. Neither of them reacted as they approached the couple.

"Guys, the door is jammed upstairs and Nadine is stuck inside!" Alex explained quickly. Again, neither of them reacted as they confidently approached. Alex noticed small smiles on both of their faces.

"Guys, what's wrong?" he asked. As he looked at them, something seemed off. Then he saw their eyes. 

They glowed red.

"Hey..." he began. Before he could finish, Tony reared back and took a swing at Alex.

"Aaaah!" Sally squealed out. Alex ducked, dodging Tony's fist.

"Hey!" Alex called out. Timmy jumped forward, trying to grab Alex.

"Timmy!" Alex grunted out as Timmy grabbed the collar of his shirt. Alex grabbed his forearms to pull them away, but as he did, Tony jumped forward, drilling Alex with a punch to the gut.

"What are you doing?" Sally squealed out, jumping away. Alex fell to the ground, gasping for air. Timmy tried to grab his wrists, but Alex reacted, swinging back, hitting the side of Timmy's head with his elbow. The force knocked Timmy back, but he didn't react at all to the pain. Alex tried to get to his feet. Tony ran forward to punch him again. Alex was able to duck, rear back, and punch back at him, cracking Tony in the jaw. That punch should have had him down for the count, but he merely recoiled before going on the attack again.

"Sally, get out of here!" Alex called out, trying to protect her. 

"No!" Sally said. She grabbed a vase from near the chimney, and moved to hit Tony on the head with it. As if seeing behind himself, Tony turned and shoved Sally into the wall roughly, knocking her into a daze as her head drilled into the wall.

She was seeing double, and in her daze, she saw Tony and Timmy overwhelm Alex, grabbing his legs and arms, dragging him towards the kitchen.

"Sallly!" Alex called out, but by the time Sally's head cleared, Alex was gone and his voice had disappeared. Sally got to her feet and chased after Tony and Timmy.

She had no time to think about what had happened. She just had to find Alex. She ran to the kitchen, and saw no signs of life. She checked the side rooms, the pantry, out the windows, but saw nothing. She heard a bang from upstairs. Fuck, she forgot! Nadine! And Dom! They could help! They just have to get that door open. Sally sprinted upstairs. 

She reached the landing, and as soon as she did she saw the door was open. Relieved, she ran towards it, pushing it open. She came to a stop when she saw what was inside.

"OOOHHHHH! FUCK YES! FUCK YES! FUCK ME!" Nadine screamed out.

Sally was frozen. In front of her was Dom and Nadine, both completely naked, and they were fucking. Hard. Dom was standing in the middle of the room and was holding up Nadine, the backs of her knees in the crooks of his arms, her arms around his neck as she furiously rode him. Both were covered with sweat, which appeared to be literally dripping onto the floor. Sally couldn't help but notice Nadine's huge breasts against Dom's rock hard chest. Her perfect ass flexing as she bounced. Dom's muscles straining as he held the slut in his arms. And what appeared to be a very large cock driving into Nadine.

"What are you doing?" Sally asked, not understanding what she was seeing. But of course, they ignored her.

"FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK ME! GIVE ME THAT FAT FUCKING COCK! DRIVE IT IN ME! GIVE ME THAT CUM! KNOCK UP YOUR LITTLE SLUT!" Nadine moaned out in pleasure.

"FUCK I LOVE IT!" Dom grunted out.

"I knew it! I FUCKING knew it! I knew you loved me!" Nadine squealed out. "Forget about your stupid, ugly fucking girlfriend! You belong to me now!"

"YES! FUCK YES!" Dom grunted, more beast than man.

"What the fuck is going on?" Sally screamed out. Both Dom and Nadine turned to look at Sally. Both smirked, and their eyes blazed red.

"What's wrong Sally?" Dom asked, smiling wide. 

"What's wrong, hun?" Nadine asked, kissing Dom on the cheek over and over again.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?" Sally asked herself, backing away as the two lovers laughed and resumed their vicious copulation. Sally turned and ran back downstairs.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" Dom asked, turning to face the corner, where the woman in black was still seated, watching the action. Dom could practically feel her smile.

Sally stumbled away from the action. What the fuck was happening? Something had happened to everyone! But what? What happened? It couldn't be the so-called witch? No, that wasn't possible! That whole thing was a myth. But what could be happening? Were they poisoned or drugged or something? But their eyes? What could explain that?

Sally ran downstairs and hit the ground floor. The room was still and silent, which sent a cold chill through her bones. Sally looked behind her, at the front door. It was cracked open, some light spilling in.

She could just leave. Leave and go get some help, because something was happening here that was more than she could understand. She should go. Alex told her to. Alex... no, she had to stay. She had to find Alex. She wasn't leaving without him.

But where could he be? She looked through all the rooms in the first floor. She racked her brain, trying to think of anything she had learned in her research. The living room. The bedroom. The study. There was the kitchen, the pantry, the basement... wait, the basement! The room where Madeline was found. Where she was captured. Of course! The basement! She hadn't found the basement. That's where they were. They had to be.

Sally ran away from the front door, towards the kitchen. She looked around, looking for any secret door. She ripped open the pantry door. She was about to look inside when...

"Aaah!" she squealed out. Tony and Timmy emerged from the darkness in front of her. She turned to run away. She ran back towards the front when...

"Shit!" Sally called out. In front of her where Dom and Nadine, both nude. Both were still sweaty. Dom's large dick was hanging between his legs, and cum was leaking from Sally's best friend's pussy.

"Don't worry, Sally." Nadine purred. "We won't hurt you."

Before she could move, Tony grabbed her arms roughly from behind. Timmy slipped a black hood over her head.

"No! No!" Sally called out as the cloth covered her vision. She tried to fight back from the strong arms holding her, but it was of no use. She tried to keep fighting, but something on the cloth was making her woozy. Within moments, she was being dragged along the floor, her heels dragging on the floor as Tony dragged her in his arms to the basement.

Where the woman in black awaited.

**************

The smell was the thing that woke up Sally. It smelled hot, like a source of heat was nearby. There was also a burning smell, which led her to think something was cooking nearby.

She started to stir a bit, and it was only then that the black hood was ripped off her head, revealing to her where she was. 

The room she was in, no doubt the basement of the house of Crow, looked to be made of dark stone. This room looked alien in relation to the house above. Torches hung from the wall, casting an orange hue throughout the room. Strange artifacts and decorations filled the room, as if tools for some mystic or something.

In front of her was a large, cast iron cauldron, gurgling due to the fire beneath it. Behind the cauldron stood Timmy, looking back at her. Behind them, on a bed on the other side of the room, were Nadine and Dom, fucking roughly, doggy-style, dripping with sweat. Sally turned away from them, and it was then that she noticed, lying on a bed to the left of the cauldron, was Alex, a black hood over his face as well. He wasn't awake, but his chest rose with his breathing.

"Alex?" Sally called out, moving to stand from the wooden chair she was in. Before she could, Tony's large hands reached down from behind her and forced her to stay seated. Breathing deeply in fear and confusion, she looked around some more, only to notice that to the right of the cauldron, bathed in shadow, was the woman in black.

Her upper half was bathed in shadow, but her lower half was visible, wearing a dusty black cloak. She sat in her chair, facing Sally, as if watching her... appraising her.

"Who are you?" Sally gasped, having an idea of who she might be, but afraid to admit it, and what that might mean.

For a few seconds, the only sound heard was the gurgling of the cauldron. Finally, the woman moved, her hands grabbing the armrests on the chair, her ghostly pale hands visible. The woman rose from the seat, and something about this motion frightened Sally, as if this was final proof that this mystery woman was indeed real. 

She stepped forward, approaching Sally. Her shoes clicked menacingly on the wooden floor. As she walked forward, more of her emerged from the darkness. She slowly approached, walking almost menacingly slow, like a hunter approaching wounded prey. More of her cloaked body emerged into the light, until only her head was still hidden from Sally.

"So nice to finally meet you, Sally." the mystery woman said, her calm, British accent reaching Sally's ears. The woman stepped forward, emerging from the shadows. Sally moved back in her seat and gasped in fear and shock, her chin quivering. She was seeing what could only be a ghost. She couldn't explain what she was seeing. Because standing in front of her was a person who couldn't be there. A person who supposedly died 300 years ago. 

Madeline Crow.

Her face looked the same as it did in the paintings. She looked like a 40-something woman, and she had maintained the good looks she appeared to have in all the art of her. Her skin was pale, but a nice, creamy pale. Her face looked to be very elegant and classy, not like a crazed woman like most visualized witches being. Her eyes were a cool grey, and she had very thin eyebrows. Her mouth seemed very tightly drawn, but her lips were plump. She had very few wrinkles, as someone should if they were born over 300 years ago. Her hair was long and black past her shoulders, shiny in the firelight. A streak of light blonde, almost grey hair interrupted her liquid black hair, providing the only interruption in the waves of black falling from her head.

"I've been keeping an eye on you for some time now, Miss Samson." Madeline said, her voice cool and unaffected by the fear she was causing.

"How... how are you here? Are you a gh... a ghost?" Sally said, not believing what she was asking.

"Sally, you know there is no such thing as ghosts." Sally said with a small smile, removing her black cloak. Underneath, she was wearing colonial clothing, clothing fit for a pilgrim from her day. She wore a gray vest over a black shirt and a long black dress down to her ankles. She handed her dusty cloak to Timmy, and he moved to hang it up. Once he did, he ran back and moved Madeline's chair forward, out of the darkness, closer to Sally. 

Madeline was quite tall, so it felt like she towered over the seated girl. Once her chair was in place, she sat back down, straightening her dress as she did so.

"My journey here was a long and winding one." Madeline began. "The product of a corrupt church and how that corruption can spread among even the best of people. How they attacked and persecuted people without evidence. How they persecute and condemn the innocent to protect their own agenda. Me and my friends fell victim to this... betrayal. A culture of fear created by a corrupt church to trick people into accepting their attempts for power. My peers and I were persecuted unjustly. My life destroyed. My husband killed. My children ripped from my breast. All to further the church's grip on society."

"But... how are you still alive?" Sally asked. Even in her fear, she was ever inquisitive.

"The church, in their infinite wisdom, decided to place a curse on me." Madeline replied.

"A curse?" Sally asked.

"Yes, despite of their attitude on witchcraft, the church had more knowledge of the dark arts than any of their accused witches. They cursed me, bound me to this house, waiting for me to die, so they could, in their words, 'protect the innocent'." Madeline explained.

"But, how is that possible? There is no such thing as witchcraft, or magic." Sally said. Madeline smiled as she looked at the girl as if she were simple.

"Dear, I thought much higher of you. I think all the proof of magic is the person staring you in the face. A woman who was born more than 300 years ago is standing in front of you, and you wonder if magic is possible." Madeline said. Sally didn't know how to reply, so Madeline continued. "They cursed me to this house, so I could not escape. Trapped from the outside world, so they were protected from me."

"Why couldn't you escape?" Sally asked.

"Because I COULDN'T!" Madeline said, a crazed look in her eyes. "Because the house wouldn't let me! I would approach the door, stare out at the outside world, but a force greater than me blocked me from taking that step outside. It was hell. It was torture to see the world moving and be stuck in here, in this prison. I'm afraid I went slightly mad." Madeline said with a crazed giggle.

"But how are you still alive?" Sally asked.

"Can you really be considered alive if you can't die?" Madeline proposed, confusing Sally. "I outsmarted them. Out-thought their plan. But it cost me my soul. I sold my soul to maintain my life. To outlive those who placed the curse on me, so that one day I would get my freedom. And my revenge." 

"What do you mean, you sold your soul? Sold to who?" Sally wondered. Madeline smiled.

"It's not about who, dear." Madeline said mysteriously. "You'll realize that selling your soul is not a simple transaction. It means sacrificing any purity in a desperate maneuver to preserve life." she added vaguely.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Sally asked.

"Dear, do you truly not understand yet?" Madeline asked, looking at the teenager like she was simple, again. "Do you not know yet...?"

"Sally..." Madeline began, "I am a witch."

"Ha!" Sally barked, "No way."

"I am a witch." Madeline reaffirmed. "I have been all my life. From my youth, I felt... different. I had this power I couldn't explain. I could do things I wasn't able to do. I tried to hide it. Tried to suppress it. But the more I did, the more it came out in unexpected ways. It wasn't until I came to this country and we settled here that I came across a book. A book which explained how to harness my power. I couldn't resist the temptation."

"No. This isn't right. You weren't a witch. You were just providing protection, a safe haven to the accused. Protecting them from the church's witch hunt." Sally said.

"I was protecting them. Cause they were my students. My apprentices. I taught them everything they knew. Before me, they were just whores. But with me, they were something more." Madeline explained. Sally looked on, in disbelief. Madeline slightly rolled her eyes, before holding out her palm. Sally watched in shock as a goblet flew from across the room, landing in her palm. Sally sat wide-eyed at this seeming proof of Madeline's talents.

"But then, it's your fault. Your housing these apprentices put your family in danger. Put them at risk." Sally questioned.

"NO!" Madeline said angrily, setting down the goblet. "I did not put my family in danger. The church did that. The church made this a war. My family was taken from me because of their fear of what they don't understand. The church attacked me out of fear of what I could do. Fear that I would threaten their grip on society. The church operates on fear! They cursed me and believed they had me defeated. But alas, they did not. I found a spell on my own, a spell no sane witch would normally even touch. I had to make terrible sacrifices, terrible sacrifices..." she repeated, staring off in silence, "I made these sacrifices, and it bought me time. Bought me time to watch from here, and figure out how to escape from this prison. I paid for immortality with my very soul, and I intend not only to escape, but to get my humanity back as well." she said.

"I have watched for years from here. Watched society get more and more corrupted, watched darkness overtake this society. In my time, they saw me as evil. Now, I would fit right in." Madeline added.

"How did you watch society from here?" Sally asked.

"Oh, I have my eyes all over this city." Madeline replied coyly. Sally suddenly recalled the paintings of Madeline all over town, and the way their eyes seemed to follow you. "That was how I kept myself sane. Focused. I was able to learn, to adapt my language to match yours. I watched from afar as every facet of society was corrupted. The church. The government. The schools. All of them are now corrupt bodies, destroying society, infecting it from the inside. That's how I saw you. Asking around, pleading for my case to be heard. I admire your integrity and your drive. You would have been a perfect student for someone like me. Too bad it was not meant to be. The influence of the coven has been snuffed out, buried in their corruptions, yearning to be free. My influence must be made, my words must be heard, my talents must be taught. And I will thank you, because you have bought me my ticket out of here."