1 comments/ 7286 views/ 2 favorites The Dark Window By: the_lost_one Foreword -------- Dedicated to the random omegle guy/girl. Your input made it possible for me to finish the story! I hope you read this! Thank you very much for your help. ^_^ This is my first ever attempt at writing erotica, you will notice that my skills are still raw and needs much polishing. I would greatly appreciate all input you can provide. --- A quiet breeze whispered coldly against her ear. Taylor stood still before the old mansion and stared at a window on the upper floor intently. It was getting colder, and the wind forced her to pull the scarf closer around her neck. Shivering a bit at the touch of the cold fabric upon her skin, Taylor looked intently for some signs of movement. The wind tossed her blonde hair around and she cleared her long bangs off her face to keep watching the window. Two days ago, she had stood right there at the gate watching a girl her own age sitting by a window on the top floor. She looked sad and lonely. She knew what it meant to be sad and lonely. At first, all that went through her mind was pity. However, the more she watched the mysterious girl, the stronger her emotions became. Pity turned to sympathy, sympathy turned to a form of empathy. Her empathy grew to such a degree that she now obsessed over this girl so much that all she wanted to do was go in there and talk to her. --- Taylor had always been alone. Perhaps it was because she knew she was an orphan, perhaps it was because, as a child, she had watched her own mother burn to death and her father weep while the noose he fashioned for himself snapped his neck mid fall. She spoke very little to her foster parents but they knew what they were getting when they adopted her. Sister Rosaline had made it very clear to them that she was a very polite and well mannered child but she was quiet. Mr. Damian Grey, her foster father was a rather old man with a heart of gold. He had insisted on adopting the troubled little girl he saw at the window of the orphanage as he drove in. His wife, Charlotte, did not oppose him in this either. All in all, Taylor was grateful to her adoptive family but they were unaware of the reputation their quiet daughter had among her circles. Taylor was the epitome of goodness as far as her parents, their friends or her parish knew but to her close friends, she was a wild outgoing girl with very few inhibitions. Taylor would never avoid school; she was too intelligent and loved learning to do that. However, if she got bored she'd know exactly what she'd want and all her friends loved her for that. Nothing was too bad to try as far as she was considered. Her foster parents never forced her into anything she did not want; neither did they ignore her needs or wishes. In the twelve years that had gone by since the adoption, little had changed on the surface for the small family. Anyone who observed them would have found them to be the model family. They went to church every Sunday, the elderly couple were well looked after by Taylor who did all the cooking and cleaning. They in turn gave their daughter everything a girl her age would need. The town knew the family as the ideal group of people to model their own families after. Still, Taylor dreamed of having someone close to her- a friend that she could confide in, someone to lend her a shoulder to lay her head on and weep out all the sorrows she had buried within. Standing before that forlorn gate on that cold October morning, Taylor wistfully imagined a kindred spirit looking back. She had not stayed too long that day, but tarried a few minutes before the gate every day since then, calling the girl to come out to her in her mind. Yet each day college beckoned, and she forced herself to walk away from the gate. Being a resourceful girl, Taylor had not given up on the lonely girl she had seen that morning. Instead she decided to investigate further. She sensed that something was off, however, and decided to be prudent. In the evening, Taylor walked to the post office, instead of going directly home as was her habit. She felt strange, walking a different route that day. She knew that the road she took would eventually take her home but breaking a habit is no simple thing. It leaves you floundering like a fish out of the water. Today, that was what Taylor felt like. --- She reached the post office and walked up to the post master's office. "Mr. Hannigan?" she called out, "Have you got a minute to spare?" "Taylor!" The old man at the desk looked up. "I'm surprised to see you here, come in! Of course I have a minute." Tobias Hannigan was the postmaster of the little town Taylor lived in. Everyone knew that Mr. Hannigan was a lecherous old man but they could not disagree with his authority on the town's history or present state. If you wanted to know something, Mr. Hannigan was the man to go to. Taylor walked in and the warmth of the room suddenly put her off and she stood still for a bit, adjusting herself to the change. She realized she had been standing silently for a while when the old man cleared his throat. "I'm sorry Mr. Hannigan, I'm being rude. I came to find out about the family that lives in that old mansion on the way to my college. Could you tell me about them?" she asked, setting her backpack down and bending a little more than was necessary. Her short skirt hiked up her hips, revealing her white panties to the old postmaster and Taylor smiled, knowing he was looking at her ass. She had to make sure that she got the information she needed and from the sharp intake of breath she heard from behind, she knew that her play had worked. When she turned back to face him, the old man was looking at her strangely, stroking his beard. For a moment Taylor considered doing a little more to coax him although the thought wasn't something she enjoyed. Luckily for her he spoke voluntarily. "What family child?" he asked, "That old house has been abandoned for years. I was a lad when the last family living there moved out. Some sort of rubbish about ghosts and so on. Now, I don't believe in ghosts or fairies but I'd advise you to not go there alone. It's been in a bad state for over 50 years and Lord knows what you'll have falling on your head if you step in." Taylor sat in the chair by the fire and crossed her legs, making sure that her skirt fell back to expose as much of her thigh as possible without making it obvious. She wanted to hear the whole story and decided it was worth the trouble. Besides, she enjoyed the attention from the old man and thought she'd have some fun as well. Taylor kept staring into the fire as the old man told her the tale of the house. It once belonged to a famous writer and her daughter. The woman's husband had died a long time ago from some illness leaving them with his fortune. She had refused to marry again, instead devoting herself to her books and her daughter. The child was a sad creature, wasting away from loneliness for her mother did not let her out, fearing for the safety of her only child. The postmaster paused and Taylor looked at him in a teasing manner, "What happened to them Mr. Hannigan? I'm so intrigued!" she cooed, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward, letting him get a view of her ample cleavage. She smiled when she noticed him squirming in his seat. At length, the old man spoke and Taylor listened as he recounted how the woman and her daughter were found dead one day by their maid. Apparently the woman had poisoned herself and the girl because she could not take her situation anymore and did not have anyone to trust with her child's care. Initially, the police had doubted the maid's story and arrested her but the coroner's report proved that she was innocent. The case was closed as murder/suicide and since they had no relatives, the state took their belongings and distributed it among several charities. "At least, that's what they claimed" the old man chuckled. Taylor felt goose bumps on her arms. A chill swept through the warm room and for an instant Taylor imagined an icy hand on her shoulder causing her to finch and look behind. The old man noticed that she was scared and told her, "I'm sorry Taylor; I didn't mean to scare you. Perhaps some family moved in and hasn't notified us yet? Or perhaps there are kids playing in there. I'll take a look and let you know tomorrow. Now, would you like me to walk you home?" It was late and Taylor would have welcomed the company- if it was anyone but Mr. Hannigan. The hungry look in his eyes betrayed his kind offer and Taylor declined. However, she went over and gave him a warm hug so as to not lose his good graces, pressing herself close enough to let him feel her breasts against him, she kissed his cheek, leaving a wet spot on his now flushed face. Taylor smiled at him and walked out, her thoughts focused on the story she had just heard. --- When Taylor left the post office the sun had already gone down. Snow had fallen lightly and there was a cold nip in the air. "Lucky I wore a bra today" she smiled and rubbed her hands together, breathing on them and then rubbing them against her cheeks. She walked as fast as her feet would carry her, more out of the need for warmth than any sort of fear. The chill was working its way up her legs and she cursed her decision to wear a short skirt rather than jeans. She stopped by a milestone and tried to pull her socks up as far as they'd go when out of the corner of her eye she spotted something moving among the trees nearby. Taylor froze where she stood and the warmth drained out of her body. Her voice came out in a whisper as she tried to cal lout, "Hello?" She stood rooted to the spot for a while, with one leg on the milestone and bent over holding her sock. She stared at the spot she where she thought she saw it trying to make sure it was nothing but it was too hazy to know. The full moon came out of the clouds and in that moment she imagined she saw a girl about her age in a night gown standing among the trees with a half torn teddy bear dragging at her feet. The girl's mouth was half agape and her flowing sheer gown was torn in several places. Her dead eyes looked straight up and her sparse hair barely concealed the scars on her rotten scalp. Taylor's heart skipped a beat and she felt something distinctly warm trickle down her straight leg. She wanted to scream, for help, for the apparition to pass, but her voice had left her and the chill was climbing up her body. The moon came out of the dark clouds lighting up the area and she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Taylor's knees gave out from the ordeal and squatted by the road where she stood a while ago thanking her stars. She had seen a short tree covered in snow and the full moon must have played tricks on her. Squatting in that position, an odd compulsion came over Taylor. She looked left and right, seeing nobody in sight, she allowed the relief to flow over her and relieved herself. The warm liquid came flowing out and spread over her panty, trickling down her thigh, collecting around her ass and dripping to the ground below. Taylor felt aroused for some reason. Perhaps it was the cold, perhaps it was the sudden relief but she kept rubbing herself, sitting there. She realized she had been squatting in that spot for a while when one of her legs gave out, making her fall onto her back. Taylor sat up and pulled her soaking panties off, throwing them into the woods. She took a little snow and rubbed it on her pussy, hoping to reduce the smell. The cold shot through her and she shivered. Struggling to her feet, she brushed herself off and with some difficulty, walked the rest of the way home. --- Once she was home she took a few minutes to calm her nerves and sat in her room thinking about everything she had seen and learnt in that week. The thought gave her goose bumps again. She was sure that the girl she saw sitting at the window was exactly who she thought it was. Taylor sat at the edge of her bed, shivering slightly- partly from the cold and partly from fear and excitement- the evening had certainly been eventful to say the least. She took some talc and spread it around her crotch, making sure the smell was completely masked. She was still shaking when Her mum came in with her glass of milk. She looked at her foster daughter carefully, "Taylor dear, are you alright?" She was obviously concerned by the girl's edgy look. Taylor looked up and smiled with a little effort, "I'm alright mum, just nervous about a test." She lied, it was not the first time she had lied to Her mother but this time it felt bad. "Aw, you poor dear! Here, drink your milk and get a good night's rest. We know you'll do your best and that's all that matters." Charlotte said to her, leaving her daughter's glass on her study table and smiling reassuringly before leaving. Taylor watched as her foster mother walked back to her room. She then slowly got off the bed and closed her door. Taylor decided that what Her mum told her was right, she needed to relax. She walked to her bathroom and turned the water on in her tub, getting that right mix between warm and cold water to soak in; nothing calmed her like a warm bath. She walked back to her room, slowly undressing along the way. Reaching her wardrobe she took out her robes but thought better of it. Her parents were both asleep and it was night. Drawing her curtains, Taylor slipped out of her skirt and blouse. She neatly placed her clothes on the bed and stretched out. It felt good to have the cold atmosphere against her naked body. Taylor giggled, she had no idea why but she thought it funny that despite all the events of the day, her body understood her needs perfectly. She bunched her hair over her head and ran her hands down her body softly but firmly watching herself in the mirror, pausing for a moment over her nipples and watching them grow harder. Taylor smiled and sighed to herself, then walked to her bath feeling slightly calmer. Slowly dipping her toe into the water, Taylor tentatively stepped into the bath. She felt the warm water envelop her tired body and sighed a little more audibly as she felt the tension ease. She lay back in the tub and stretched fully. Smiling to herself, Taylor began to stroke her hands over her own body, slowly working her way towards her crotch. Her anticipation grew as her hand neared her lower belly and Taylor giggled again. Sliding her hand between her legs, Taylor began to rub herself around her pussy lips, feeling the sticky wetness mix with the warm water to give her a strange sensation. The tension in her body proved to be a catalyst as Taylor felt her body convulse strongly in an intense orgasm in a few minutes. She moaned softly as the waves of pleasure came over her and calmed her mind. Taylor lay there in the tub with her juices mixing with the water and surrounding her. Giggling again, Taylor felt like doing something she's never done before and gathered the water closer, making sure to get as much of her own juices on herself. Something about the whole situation seemed to excite her to a new level of uninhibited pleasure. Taylor's mind raced with the possibilities. She could perhaps put on a mask and go for a walk naked. "Pish Taylor, it's October! Do you want to kill yourself?" she thought to herself. She kept stroking herself all through the thought; imagining herself walking along the street in nothing but a Halloween mask, people on the street staring at her naked body, dripping with water and her own love-juices. She pictured herself walking close to a bunch of boys and girls, intentionally slowing down to let them watch her body. She was rubbing herself faster now, her other hand was busy kneading her breasts one at a time as the thoughts of being watched by strangers in the street flew through her mind bringing up vivid images. Taylor wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if her state of pleasure had induced a vivid image in her mind but she was enjoying every moment of it as she felt pleasure radiating from her pussy to the rest of her body. Her thoughts took clear shape and she saw and felt the people as they gathered around her. A bunch of boys and girls were surrounding her now, some of them feeling her breasts, cupping them. A boy moved close to her and kissed her shoulder. Taylor shuddered as she felt a soft hand between her legs, a girl was crouching between her legs feeling her wet pussy and stroking her clit. Taylor basked in the pleasure of being touched by so many people at once but slowly that sensation faded and Taylor opened her eyes to see that the group around her had disappeared. She kept walking in that dream state and found that she was rubbing herself as she walked. She smiled as she noticed everyone paying attention to her motions. Taylor kept walking for a while, enjoying the sensations her body was undergoing. Strangers by the side of the road would give her a helping hand as she passed- an odd palm here and an odd tongue there. Taylor was ecstatic; she never knew such levels of pleasure existed. However, she froze in her tracks when she noticed her surroundings. Taylor was standing just outside the old mansion's gate. She looked around and saw that the streets were empty now. It was just her and the large menacing house. She felt a cold wind blow against her body. Taylor had no idea if she was awake or dreaming. It all felt so real to her and she started to panic. Her breath came short and she tried to say something. She froze in her place once more, her eyes widening in horror as she felt an icy hand on her shoulder. The grip was strong but soft. Taylor couldn't move from where she was standing and she felt warm liquid flow down her legs for the second time that day. She didn't need to look to know what it was. The hand on her shoulder began to turn her effortlessly. Taylor's heart was pounding in her chest as she realized she was going to come face to face with something terrible. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She tried again and again but she felt like something was caught in her throat. The hand kept turning her around until finally Taylor was facing the girl. What she saw shocked her; Taylor was no longer trying to scream but she couldn't speak either. The girl looked so beautiful and melancholy. Her face was soft and delicate, framed by deep brown curly hair; her deep grey eyes looked directly into Taylor's and she felt something inside her heart break. Taylor didn't know what it was but she knew then and there that there was nothing to fear. Her heart felt like something was bursting inside to get out and she couldn't explain the feeling. The girl slowly pulled Taylor close and into a cold embrace. Taylor felt her own body close to the girl's icy body and felt the soft cloth of the girl's gown against her bare skin. She wrapped her arms around the girl in return and felt soft lips on her bare neck. Taylor felt goose bumps on her body again as the spectre began administering soft wet kisses on her naked body, starting from her neck, going to her chin, and coming up to her lips. Taylor did not know if she was dreaming or not but she couldn't- didn't want to- resist the girl's touch. She moved closer to the girl and kissed back, feeling her icy lips and letting her cold tongue work into her mouth. The girl stepped back for a moment, looking at Taylor with wanting eyes; she led her beyond the gate into the front yard and laid her on the cold grass. Taylor let the girl control her, lying down where she was made to and pulling the girl down with her. The girls were lying in the grass now, the spectre on top of Taylor. The girl's soft gown was trailing over Taylor's naked body, making her shiver. Taylor sat up, kissing the girl's cold neck, slipping her gown off her as she did. The spectre did not object or resist but allowed Taylor to finish undressing her. She watched as Taylor wrapped her lips around her cold nipples and suck. The girl let out a soft sigh as Taylor's tongue danced over her nipples, causing them to grow hard. Taylor now took control, letting her pent up desires and passion to take control. She had dreamed of making friends with this girl for so long that her obsession now took on a strong sexual nature. She wanted her, and badly. The Dark Window Taylor laid the girl on her back in the grass and sat on top of her, swaying her hips around and making their crotches grind on each other. Her mind raced with the possibilities. She had never known such closeness before and it did not seem odd in any way to her that she was now laying with a ghost. She leaned down and allowed her mouth to roam over the girl's face, kissing her passionately over her cold eyes, her forehead and cheeks before bringing her lips to the girl's icy mouth. Taylor softly sucked on the dead girl's lips, feeling her breath grow short as icy hands wrapped themselves around her body. She moved lower to the girl's neck, kissing her way down to her now exposed breasts and continuing where she left off earlier. Softly licking a nipple before taking it in her mouth, her wet tongue flicking the hard, cold bud on the girl's soft breast as she felt cold hands move up and down her back, Taylor gasped as dead nails scratched her soft skin. Her grinding became faster, more urgent and she nibbled at the dead girl's breasts, enjoying the cold fleshy bags in her mouth. She decided she wanted a taste of the girl's ethereal honey pot and started kissing her way down her body. The girl arched her back as Taylor's lips came in contact with her spectral pussy lips. Taylor kissed the girl's pussy deeply, letting her tongue rub over the soft labia as the girl convulsed under her. Taylor let go completely and slipped her tongue between the folds, tasting the girl's juices, her nose filling with the smell of it, driving her crazy with desire. She flicked her tongue faster, bringing her hands into the action- finding the girl's clit and rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger. She looked up to see the girl arching her body and cupping her own breasts in her hands, squeezing them hard. The sight drew her wild, the girl moaned and her voice seemed to echo all around. This only spurred Taylor on. She dug in with two fingers, penetrating the girl's cold, wet pussy and sucking on her now engorged clit. As she kept working she felt the girl's cold hands on her head, pushing her face deeper into her pussy. The girl was moaning loudly now, Taylor couldn't take it anymore. She needed to be close to her. She started kissing her way upwards again, letting her wet lips covered with spectral love juices wander over the girl's cold body. The girl's moaning became louder as Taylor went up. Her own pussy was throbbing with expectation. She felt like she would explode the moment she managed to touch her pussy to the girl's. Taylor felt such a longing for an orgasm that she couldn't take it anymore. She stopped her teasing and climbed on top of the girl, their wet pussies grinding against each other again. She leaned down to kiss the girl but what she saw nearly stopped her heart. Lying under her was a decomposing corpse, its mouth agape and crawling with maggots. The dead mouth was moving from all the activity inside but it still kept moaning and bucking its hips against Taylor's. One shrill high pitch scream escaped Taylor's mouth as she fell of the rotting body. More maggots fell out of the dank pussy and as Taylor watched in horror, she saw that some of those maggots were climbing into her own pussy, slipping over the wetness around it but somehow still managing to wriggle their way in. She tried to pull them out but as she stuck her fingers in, a lot more fell out and she screamed again. Taylor began thrashing around as she felt the corpse's icy hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and screamed in terror, wildly kicking about. She heard her name being screamed loudly over and over, Taylor kept screaming and thrashing but suddenly there was water everywhere. She sat up, trying to take deep breaths and nearly choking on water. Her mum was in the bathroom, holding her and trying to pull her out of the tub. Taylor kept trying to say she was okay but her voice was trapped. Charlotte pulled her daughter out of the tub and onto the floor. Taylor lay there, taking deep breaths but couldn't get it all the way in. She started choking and thrashing. Her mum held her down and started thrusting against her chest. She kept pumping until Taylor coughed and threw up all the water she had swallowed. Taylor sat up, dazed. She felt weak; she checked her pussy to make sure there were no maggots in there. She stuck a finger in and tried to work around to see if it was clean. Charlotte coughed at the sight of her daughter in such an inappropriate situation. Taylor gasped when she realized her mum was sitting right by her side. She hastily pulled her fingers out, "I can explain mum, please." Charlotte looked disturbed but managed a smile "It's alright dear; I was once your age too. I know you growing kids have needs and sometimes you do things that you aren't proud of. Just keep safe while doing them you hear? I can't have you drowning in a bathtub when I'm not around." Taylor's face flushed and she stared at the puddle of water around her. Charlotte slowly got up and got a robe to cover her daughter with. Taylor still felt too weak to stand, so her mum covered her up and led her out to her bed. Laying the girl on the bed, she sat by her side. Taylor wasn't looking at her mum, she was too embarrassed. She couldn't look at her window either. She was terrified of what she might see and shivering from the cold. She felt a warm hand on her stomach and looked up. Charlotte was watching her with concern. Taylor's eyes welled up with tears and she sobbed out, "I'm scared mum! I'm scared!" she began crying, hiding her face in her arm but every time she closed her eyes she saw the putrid half eaten corpse she had just had sex with in that fantasy. It all felt too real to be just a dream. "Hush now child, I'll stay here until you sleep" Charlotte comforted her, wiping Taylor's tears and stroking her forehead. Taylor cried herself to sleep, holding on tightly to her mum's arm like a little child shivering in fright from the dark. Charlotte stayed by her daughter all night, unable to leave the poor frightened girl alone. --- That night, Taylor had a restless sleep filled with dreams of the mansion and of many girls running around it holding onto their pillows while the mother called to her from the door. As Taylor watched, all the little girls dropped dead and started falling into the ground which opened up into a fiery pit. A young woman with glasses ran out of the house screaming for her babies and fell in with them. Taylor just watched silently as they all drowned in the fire, screaming to her for help. She turned and saw the girl standing a few feet away. She did not look horrifying, but beautiful and cold as in the beginning of her dream. She beckoned to Taylor and walked towards her house but Taylor stayed behind. The girl stood at the door and kept calling out to her. The sun slowly came out of the clouds that obscured it and shone on Taylor's face. She opened her eyes and saw her own room. Lying in bed with the sun softly shining on her face, she listened to her mum snoring quietly by her side and smiled. She felt a lot safer being close to her mum. Charlotte opened her eyes a little later and smiled at her daughter. "Feel better now honey?" she asked and kissed Taylor's forehead before getting up. Taylor smiled warmly and nodded. "If you want, take the day off from school. I'll call your teachers and tell them. We'll go out for ice cream." She joked and Taylor laughed, "That sounds great mum! I guess a day off won't hurt." Taylor watched her mum walk out the door and lay there basking in the warmth of the sun. She felt braver now with the light. Taylor closed her eyes and lay there for a while. Her eyes suddenly snapped open as she felt a distinctly icy hand on her shoulder and heard a cold whisper call her from right behind her. She darted up and sat in her bed panting and looking around. The warm sun fell on her naked body and Taylor sat there shivering again. Summoning all her resolve, Taylor decided that she simply had to get to the bottom of this. Something called to her from within that house and she couldn't ignore it anymore. She had no choice in this. She would either be tormented to her death or she could go and investigate. Taylor got up and put on some clothes; a white hoodie and a skirt were all she could find at the time but she decided she could not wait and grabbed her backpack. She rushed to the kitchen and found her mum standing over the stove preparing breakfast. "Mum! I'm so sorry. I just remembered the test I told you about is today!" Charlotte looked dejected that she couldn't spend the day with her daughter but she smiled and said, "Do well honey, we're proud of you!" Taylor kissed her mum and ran out. Walking the familiar route, she had not even imagined what sort of lie she would have to conjure up to explain to her parents why she wasn't at college that day. Halfway to her destination, Taylor slowed down. She was breathless from the senseless running and sat down on a doorstep. She noticed people staring at her and was suddenly aware that she had been running as if someone was chasing her. She avoided returning the looks people were giving her, hoping the attention would die off. She deliberately started fiddling with the laces on her sneakers to pretend she was too busy to look up. As she sat there, she felt the sun fade and a shadow come over her. Taylor looked up in dread only to see her friend Hannah standing over her. Taylor and Hannah were in the college soccer team together and had been best friends since the first day of college. Hannah was similar to Taylor, she was a goody two shoes as far as her family knew, but to her friends, Hannah was one half of the duo that made college all the more worth attending. She and Taylor wreaked havoc some days with their pranks and their games. The only difference Hannah had from Taylor was that she was less concerned with her grades and more concerned about her soccer skills. Hannah was the captain of the college soccer team and needless to say, the most determined person Taylor had ever come across. "Well well, if you're going to take this to a new level then I'll have to step my game up too Taylor." Hannah smirked, sitting next to her friend. "What the heck are you talking about?" Taylor looked puzzled; Hannah wasn't known for being cryptic. She always chose to be direct and although that didn't always work in her favour Hannah didn't care for the typical female mind games. "Spit it out Han, I've got a million things on my mind today." Taylor retorted, not in her usual playful mood. Hannah smirked at her, driving Taylor even madder. "This", she said and stuck her hand up Taylor's skirt. Taylor jumped up with a shriek. She had forgotten to wear panties! "No wonder all those people were staring at me! It wasn't because I was sprinting all this way!" she squeaked and started walking off at a brisk pace, avoiding all eyes. Hannah ran after her friend and caught up to her, "Relax silly, I don't think anyone else saw it. To be honest I only caught a peep myself. Anyway, why the heck were you sprinting? We're on time aren't we?" Hannah slapped her watch and shook it comically. Taylor giggled, she couldn't help it. Hannah looked so silly with all those gestures. "If I tell you something, will you keep it a secret?" Taylor looked at her friend, "Of course you will, what was I thinking?" Hannah smirked wider. "Come with me" Taylor urged and started walking at her former brisk pace. Hannah followed her friend quietly but couldn't guess what had gotten into her. "At least tell me where we're going!" she groaned, hanging onto Taylor's arm. Hannah was the same height as Taylor but because of her training and regular soccer practice, she was better built. Taylor almost gave under Hannah's sudden weight but gathered herself. "Alright, I'll tell you- but you're not gonna like it." Taylor glanced furtively back at Hannah. "Remember that old mansion off the road on the way to college? I want to show it to you." Hannah put her arm around Taylor, "Ish widdle baby pwanning to go inshide?" she teased sticking her face up close to Taylor's. "No, I just want you to look at it." She replied, sticking her face right back on Hannah's. The two girls giggled and walked the rest of the way up to the old iron gate. --- "Ok, we're here." Taylor breathed. The air was getting colder now. She wondered if it was the October breeze or if it was the house. She wished the sun had stayed up longer. The skirt wasn't doing much for her and coupled with her lack of undergarments, this was sheer torture on her body. She turned to Hannah and asked half joking, "You wouldn't happen to have an extra pair of panties, would you?" Hannah laughed. "No, would you like mine?" she asked giggling, turning around and lifting her skirt up to reveal her ass then squiggled it about, laughing. "You crazy bitch! You're not wearing any either!" Taylor laughed with her friend and dropped her backpack but suddenly froze as her eye caught something in the distance. "Look! Quick!" she shouted and pointed at a window on the top floor. Hannah strained her eyes to see, "What am I looking at?" she asked, noticing the change of tone in her friend's voice. Taylor stared intently at the window, not answering. She started waving her arms and yelling, "HELLO!! Can you see me? What do you want? Tell me what you want!" Hannah turned and looked at her friend frantically screaming at the house, "Taylor are you alright? This cold must be getting to you." Taylor stopped yelling and turned to Hannah incredulously. "No! Look! In the window on the top floor, the right side of the house! Don't you see??" Hannah peered but she still couldn't see anything. "Come on," she said and pulled Taylor by the sleeve, "Let's go look for your.. whatever it is you saw. Mind explaining all this to me before we go?" she asked. Taylor looked at the house, then at her friend. "I'll tell you but let's not go in." "I'll be the judge of that." Hannah replied, "Now spit it out lady!" So Taylor repeated all that happened to her in the course of the week to Hannah and made it a point of telling her how she was seeing the girl wherever she went now. Hannah was grinning when Taylor finished. She crawled close to Taylor, sticking her face up close and said, "So you want to find your little lover gal, am I right?" Taylor looked shocked. She had just told Hannah of the frightful events in the forest, and how she almost drowned last night and this is what she took from it! "What? I'm not good enough for you?" Hannah continued, bringing her face even closer, now talking in a sensuous manner, "Or is it your frustration that I haven't put out for you yet?" she whispered, her forehead now touching Taylor's. Taylor jerked her head back in anger. "What the hell are you talking about?" she yelled, "There's some sort of creature trying to kill me and you're making fun of me? Fat load of good it did me to bring you along!" Hannah was still grinning; she pounced and tackled Taylor, bringing the two of them crashing down on the soft, earth strewn with autumn leaves. "You silly creature, "she laughed, holding Taylor down, "Can't you even take a joke? Of course I believe you. If you say some lesbian ghost tried to rape you and then drown you, I believe every word of it. Now let's go meet this ghost bitch and kick her ass for what she's doing." She winked and released Taylor, sitting on her stomach. Taylor looked up at her friend, her resolve a bit strengthened by the anger and frustration she felt at Hannah's making light of the situation. "Alright, then get your fat ass off me!" she said and tried to shake her off. Hannah laughed and got off Taylor, quipping, "Alright but don't say I didn't give you a chance to tap this." She smacked her own ass teasingly and picked up her backpack. Taylor picked her own backpack up and led the way. The two girls found a spot they could climb over the wall at and made their way into the compound. Hannah was the first to go in. She landed on the other side of the wall and shouted over, "Come on slowpoke! This place isn't as scary as you say it is!" Taylor scaled the wall and dropped down next to Hannah. The two girls looked around at the desolate old building, marveling at its condition even after being in a state of disrepair for over 50 years. The house was a Victorian English model mansion; there was a well to the right side of the compound and a few trees off in the backyard. The whole place gave Taylor the creeps. She started backing out slowly but Hannah grabbed hold of her friend's arm and pulled her forward, "We've come this far, don't back out now. I wanna see if your little lesbian ghost is in here. Who knows? Maybe she's got some hot guy ghost for me too!" she laughed and walked towards the house. Taylor felt cold; it wasn't this cold when she set out of her house. She didn't know if it was the house or if the weather had taken a turn for the worse, but the cold was getting to her; slowly edging up her legs to her torso and forcing her teeth to chatter. Hannah was already at the front door by ten. Taylor ran towards her friend, hoping to catch her before she went in. She reached Hannah just as she was fiddling with the door knob. "It's stuck!" Hannah complained as she twisted and tugged at the doorknob "Looks like something's got a hold of it from the inside." Hannah moaned, squatting on the spot and knocking her head on the door. "Open! Open! I wanna go in!" she kept moaning at the door. Taylor looked at her friend behaving oddly and tapped her on the shoulder, "Have you perhaps considered that the door is locked?? You know, this being an old mansion without owners and all?" She asked sarcastically. Hannah sprung up and giggled. "You're no fun Taylor!" she laughed, "What the hell happened to you? Are you that spooked?" "Hannah you have no idea what I've been through this past week!" Taylor shouted, her voice clearly ringing with exasperation. Hannah just wouldn't take anything seriously! She stormed off to find another opening to the house. Halfway around the house, Taylor began to get the creeping sensation that there was someone right behind her. Her hair began to stand on end and her breath got caught in her throat. Taylor strengthened her resolve and spun around, prepared to face whatever it was that was following her. She was surprised to see that she was alone. She was suspicious now; there was something odd about this place. She was certainly creeped out by the whole situation but swore to herself that she'd finish this. Taylor started walking around the house again. She looked all over but could not find anything that would help her get in. Finally admitting defeat, Taylor walked back to the front door to get Hannah. She was pretty sure the silly thing would be still sitting there and moaning to the door. To her surprise and shock, Hannah was nowhere to be seen. Her backpack was lying by the door, but Hannah herself was nowhere in sight. Taylor felt her bones grow chill. She was certain something had happened to Hannah. Tears welled up in her eyes and she knelt in the dried leaves, letting all her tears flow. Suddenly she heard rushing footsteps from behind her. Taylor's heart nearly stopped at the sound. Something or someone was advancing towards her at great pace. Her heart gave a jump when she heard her name being called, but it wasn't a creepy whisper like usual. It was Hannah's playful yell. Taylor turned around and saw her friend come running at her at full sprint. She imagined the worst of things but was left guessing when Hannah came to a halt right in front of her, then knelt by her side, huffing and puffing vehemently. Hannah looked concerned seeing the tears in Taylor's eyes. "What's wrong?"she asked, "Taylor, why are you crying? Did something happen?" The Dark Window Taylor was taken aback by the change in her friend's voice. Hannah sounded more serious now, more concerned. "It's nothing.." she lied but immediately burst out "You idiot! I thought I'd lost you! This place is horrible! Let's go! I don't wanna stay anymore!" she clung to Hannah like a child would cling to her mother. Hannah held Taylor close and whispered, "Don't be afraid you silly thing. I'm safe, I just went around to see if I could find a way in and I think that well is has some sort of a passageway or something. There's light inside." Taylor gasped and pulled away from Hannah. Her face was covered in tears and her lower lip was trembling. "No, no! Let's go Han! I can't take anymore!" she cried. Hannah felt for her friend. She had never seen Taylor so torn up before. She pulled her close and held her in a tight embrace. "Stop it Taylor! Stop! We'll go, I just want to prove to you that there's nothing here and that your nightmares were just that." She said. She held Taylor close then released her, watching her dry her eyes. She looked so pathetic sitting on the ground like a child. Hannah couldn't help herself; she leaned in and kissed Taylor on her mouth. Taylor was shocked by the kiss. The two of them were close, so close they could have a bubble bath together and not have a single awkward moment. Now she found herself lip locked with her best friend in such an odd situation. Forgetting everything else around her, Taylor gave in and returned Hannah's kiss. She felt so vulnerable that the closeness Hannah gave her was comforting. The two girls sat in front of the horrifying house, wrapped together in a tender kiss, lost in the moment. Hannah broke the kiss softly and smiled at Taylor, "Shall we go look now? If you feel too scared to continue at any point just say the word and I'll take you home. Maybe I'll even stay the night with you" she giggled. Taylor just buried her face in Hannah's neck and hugged her. She whispered into Hannah's neck almost breathlessly, "Ok, let's go." Hannah led the way this time, holding on to Taylor's hand, she led her friend to the well. Taylor was shivering with fright each step of the way. When they finally reached the well at the other end of the compound, Taylor's shivering had lessened. Hannah's presence and their earlier intimate moment had strengthened her a bit. Taylor still clung to her friend's arm all the way. The girls stood at the edge for a while. "Ready?" Hannah asked and Taylor gave a quick nod. They both peered over the well together and saw it. At the bottom of the well was a light shining from what looked like a tunnel entrance underneath. "Well?" asked Hannah looking at Taylor. She obviously wanted to go in and check it out desperately but couldn't leave her friend. Taylor stood there for a while, biting her lower lip and sucking on it. Hannah watched her expressions intently, slightly distracted by Taylor's lips. Taylor looked inside the well again and then back at Hannah. "Alright, we've come this far." She said. "That's the spirit!" Hannah smiled and hugged her friend. She then climbed over the well's edge and stepped in. Using the ridges to step on, she slowly made her way down, followed by Taylor. Hannah giggled on her way down looking up at Taylor. "What is it?" Taylor asked, feeling apprehensive at Hannah's giggling. She suspected a trap of some sort, but Hannah merely laughed at her, "I can see your ass from down here, care coming a bit closer?" Taylor couldn't help but laugh with her. That seemed such an awkward thing to say at the time. The girls continued to climb down, a little more jovial now. Hannah dropped down and helped Taylor off, carrying her by her waist. "Gee Taylor, you're acting all girlie now. Don't tell me you've got a crush on me now!" Hannah teased her friend. Taylor didn't reply. She didn't know what was happening to her but she had butterflies in her stomach every time Hannah touched her. "H-H-Hannah.." Taylor stuttered. Hannah looked at her friend oddly. Taylor was flushed to the point of sweating. She found it odd because the well was damp and cold. Taylor looked at Hannah and gave an awkward smile. Hannah was surprised. She laughed out loud seeing her friend stand before her squirming. Taylor couldn't help it, a tear fell from her eye and she hid her face. "Taylor you silly thing, what the hell are you crying for?" Hannah asked, moving closer to her friend. Taylor didn't answer but kept silently sobbing into her sleeve. Hannah moved in close and held her tight, pressing her body close to the crying girl's. Taylor was taken aback but accepted the embrace happily. Her heart was racing and her body was tingling. She kissed Hannah on the mouth, her insides racing with desire. Neither girl could understand their sudden arousal but they gave in without question. They sank to their knees and felt the water touch their thighs. Their movements caused ripples across the surface of the water in the well. The girls were kissing more passionately now, their breaths coming in short gasps as they rubbed their bodies against each other. The water began to sway under them, softly caressing their pussies, which quickly became wet from the action. Hannah laid Taylor back against the wall of the well, her back resting on a rock jutting out from the side. She smiled at her friend and mouthed the words "I love you" to her. Taylor beamed back at her and whispered back, "I love you too". The two girls were ecstatic; Hannah lay on top of Taylor, kissing her passionately and moving her whole body in rhythm against her lover's. She smiled and moved lower, raising Taylor's short skirt up, her own skirt getting wet in her squatting position, arousing her even more. Hannah placed her lips on Taylor's wet pussy, and remained in that position for a moment, taking in the smell of her sex. She then let her tongue slide along her friend's wet pussy lips, watching Taylor's expression change from expectant to ecstatic and smiling to herself. She started rubbing over her wet pussy with her fingers while her mouth worked on Taylor's engorged clit. Hannah worked furiously, now penetrating the moaning girl with two of her fingers and sucking hard on Taylor's clit. The two girls' moans filled the ancient well. Taylor gasped out, "Hannah, kiss me. Rub yourself on me!" Hannah climbed up her lover's body, water dripping off her clothes onto Taylor's and she began kissing her passionately. Taylor slid her hand up Hannah's skirt and started playing with her ass. She lifted her friend's skirt up, revealing her wet pussy and spread her own legs wide. Hannah spread her own legs too, pressing her pussy against Taylor's she began moving her hips rhythmically, their wet sexes grinding against each other. Taylor couldn't hold back, she grabbed Hannah's ass and started grinding against her hard. Hannah felt her pussy tightening and her body beginning to tighten similarly. She let out a loud moan as Taylor's grinding brought her to orgasm. She arched her back and dug into the soft floor of the well with her feet as the climax swept through her body. Her moans were more than what Taylor herself could take. She too went off the edge to her own climax. Thrusting two fingers into her own pussy, she moaned out her friend's name as her love juices overflowed and her body became taught as a string. The two girls lay there half submerged in a mixture of dank water and their own love juices, softly kissing and fondling each other. Hannah smiled at Taylor lying on top of her. The two girls forgot their intentions for a moment, and they slipped into a peaceful sleep in each others' arms. --- Taylor opened her eyes and stretched. Her limbs ached badly. She grabbed onto the head stead of her large bed and stretched. She sat up and looked around. She didn't recognize the room; she slowly rose up from her bed and looked around. The room was dark and had a stuffy odour. Taylor stepped lightly onto the floor and strained her eyes. There was a faint light coming from the far end of her room. She began to panic. She couldn't remember how she got here or what she was doing before. She walked towards the light source hoping to make sense of it all but tripped over something hard. Landing on her elbows, she hissed in pain as a splinter from the wood floor poked her arm, drawing blood. She sucked on the wound to make it stop. Cursing, she turned to see what she had tripped over but couldn't make out the shape. She crawled over on all fours, her sheer gown trailing behind her. As her hands passed over the stiff object, Taylor froze. She nearly threw up when she realized what it was. She tried to scream but couldn't find her voice. As her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the light, Taylor recognized the corpse of a dead female in front of her, its eyes unseeing, its mouth agape. She took one look at the body and screamed. "HANNAH!! NO, HANNAH!!" She fell back and turned, throwing up some water and blood. She felt weak and dizzy but tried not to pass out. She needed to get out of this place. She now knew where she was and the thought frightened her. She picked herself up and rushed as fast as her feet would carry her towards the light. When she reached the light, she noticed that it was a window. The same window she used to stare at so intently every day for the past week. Her heart skipped a beat as a resounding thud came from behind her. Taylor froze, crouching into a corner, her eyes overflowing with tears as the heavy steps grew closer. They were coming from all around her, before her, from the side, the lower floors. Taylor wept silently as the steps got closer; she closed her eyes and wished none of this had ever happened.