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The Haunted Bells

Prologue

This group of eight postings represent the work of a one year time period.
It began as a single story written for a friend (Sue). Others liked it and
wanted to be part of it. The story evolved, and took a life of it's own.

It's a mixture of sex and gothic horror. Sure to scare, arouse, and
generally be fun. All of the people, with the exception of Tim, are real
people who asked to be included in a story. As the stories evolved, I took
some liberties, so will say any resemblance to them by the end of the
stories is entirely coincidental.

Please feel free to comment and let me know how you liked it, and what parts
were your favorite.

Chapter 1

Despite the October coolness, Sue was sweating profusely. Her new exercise
regimen called for her to walk several miles today. Her cotton panties stuck
to her skin under her running shorts, and she could feel drops of sweat
rolling between her ample breasts. Her sports bra, fortunately, kept the
sweat from making her look like a participant in a wet t-shirt contest.

Sue had gotten a late start due to a hectic day at work, and now darkness
was catching up to her. A breeze picked up, causing what few gold and red
leaves that remained in the trees to rustle. Her path took her by the old
church graveyard. It had been closed for years, why she was never quite
certain. A new one had been built closer in town around the 1950's. She knew
that by cutting through the vast graveyard she could cut 20 minutes off her
return trip.

Standing before the old iron gates, she remembered back to her childhood. As
kids they exchanged stories of strange happenings, eerie noises and spooky
figures moving among the tombstones. "Silly" she thought, shaking off the
memories. Sue took a deep breath, and moved through the gates. They creaked
noisily as she passed.

Darkness had set in as she started down the long path. Fortunately a full
moon lit her way. A great feeling of uneasiness was beginning to settle in
her stomach. When an owl hooted in a nearby tree, she nearly peed in her
shorts! She paused, and took a couple of deep breaths while leaning against
a large gravestone.

"Pardon me" came a deep, heavily accented voice. Sue let out a yelp, and
almost jumped out of her skin. "Excuse me, I did not mean to frighten you."

"Geez mister, don't do that! Who the hell are you??"

"My name is Wolfe. Jason Wolfe. I am here visiting, and wanted to pay
respects to my ancestors. I have gotten turned around, and can not seem to
find my way out of your fine cemetery." Sue found his accent rather exotic,
as he pronounced his name 'volf'.

"Well, I don't know how fine it is, but since I didn't see your car out
front, I guess you came in the back entrance. I suppose you can follow me,
since I'm headed that way."

"That is most kind of you Miss..."

"Sue." As they started down the path, she asked "so wolfy, where you from?"

"I come from a small mountain village very far off. Close to the German
border."

"I figured you weren't from these parts. Those clothes are pretty outdated
for this area." Sue took a good look at him. Despite his rather outdated
clothes, he was gorgeous. His jet black hair crowned a rugged, chiseled
face. His green eyes danced with... something. She could feel a damp spot
between her legs, and it wasn't from sweat.

"Well, as you would expect, news is rather slow to reach my remote village.
I must admit too that I find your garb a bit... revealing."

"Oh, just my walking outfit." she said, giggling. 'Stop it! I'm acting like
some stupid kid, not an adult.' she thought.

They continued walking in silence for some time, growing more comfortable
with each other. Sue was giving him sly looks, checking out his body and
noticing the bulge in his pants. She could swear he was giving her looks
too. But that was silly. Sure, she had a pretty face, and a good set of
tits. But she also was on the plump side, and while her 30's were not old
she was no spring chicken either.

And because she was ogling him and not looking where she was going, she
tripped right over a tree root. "Damn!"

"Here, let me help you up." She took Wolfe's hand, and examined her ripped
t-shirt. The tear had started at the upper right shoulder, and went down and
to the left, revealing some of her ample bosom.

"Shit, this is gonna be a pain in the ass to fix." She looked up and froze.
Face to face, she was staring up into his green eyes. She began to feel
lost, as in a far away place. Incredible feelings of desire swept through
her body. Wolfe bent over, and kissed her deeply.

When their lips parted, she quickly averted her eyes. All she could mutter
was "Oh... I.. uh..."

"I am sorry. I should not have done that. It is just... you are such a
beauty, I could not stop myself. Forgive me, I beg you."

"Forgive? Forgive nothing, I want some more." She grabbed him by his lapels,
and pulled him close. Their lips met again, this time their tongues danced
around. At the back of Sue's mind, a voice was screaming 'RUN! Run away!
NOW!' But her lust had overtaken her, and she ignored the voice. She had to
have him.

'But this is crazy! You just met him!' the voice in her head said.

'I don't care.' she told herself. 'I want him. I must have him. Here or I'll
explode!'

'You're in the middle of a graveyard for crying out loud! Have you lost your
mind???'

'SHUT UP!' she told the voice in her head.

She pulled him closer, and began unbutton his shirt. He guided her back a
few steps to a spot where a marble slab topped the ground. Wolfe then
removed her shirt, and tossed it onto the thick headstone. As his shirt fell
to the ground, he seemed to be having trouble with her bra. In frustration,
she showed him how to open the front clasping sports bra. It got tossed on
the stone beside her shirt.

He moved his lips down her neck, nibbling and biting. As he moved down, his
mouth engulfed her perky left nipple, sucking it deeply. She shuddered as
his tongue swirled around her tit. His hands slowly slid her shorts down and
off of her. As his mouth moved to her other breast, his hands repeated the
actions of a moment ago, and slid off her white panties.

As he kissed his way down her soft tummy, he guided her back and sat her on
the edge of the headstone. Her weight now supported by her backside, he
spread her legs wide as he sat between them. He first kissed all around her
shaved pubic area. She shivered, not knowing if it was his lips or the cool
breeze.

Her groans joined that of a baying hound in the distance as his tongue began
licking her clitoris. He spent what seemed like hours licking and sucking
her womanhood. When he plunged his fingers into her hole, an orgasm swept
through her body. Wave after wave of delight rippled through her, all
emanating from her pussy. Finally, fearing she would pass out, she pulled
his head away.

She pulled his head upward, and kissed him deeply. She could taste her own
juices on his lips. She continued pulling him up and was surprised to find
him already naked. His erect penis bobbled before her face, and she eagerly
leaned forward to gobble it up.

Sue's tongue danced all over him, sliding up and down his long shaft. She
tenderly took each of his balls in her mouth, lightly sucking and causing
him to groan. She returned to the head and slowly began taking his cock in
her mouth. When it reached the back, she relaxed, then with a little effort
guided it further. Soon her nose was buried against his pubic hair as she
deep throated him.

While her left hand played with his ass, her right was holding his cock
tight at the base. Her head went to bobbing up and down on his cock intent
on bring him pleasure. She could feel his balls tighten, and smiled inside
as he yelled "Mein Gott!" He held her head tightly as wave after wave of hot
cum began filling her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, and could
feel it burning as it went down. Much of it though escaped her lips,
dribbled down her chin and spattered onto her breasts.

As she looked up at him he swayed back and forth as if a bit woozy. For a
split second, she fancied she could see the moon shining right through him!
She shook her head, and decided the light was playing tricks on her.

"Wow Wolfy, you can sure make a mess." She picked up each breast, and began
licking his semen off of it. As she did, she noticed his softening dick was
becoming hard again. "Ooooh, you like that huh?" Grinning, she leaned
forward, and stuck out her tongue. She grabbed his cock, and milked out a
last big drop of cum. She deposited it right on her tongue, and made a big
show of smacking her lips. "Yummy!"

Wolfe dropped to his knees, a smile on his face that for some reason sent
chills down Sue's spine. No, she thought, it's just getting cool. He pulled
her down on to the marble slab, and pressed her on her back. There were
those eyes again, sucking her in and driving her crazy again with lust.

"Are you ready, my sweet Sue?"

"Oh yes, take me! Take me!"

He moved on to her, kissing her deeply. Her legs wrapped around his
midsection, and pulled him down. His hard cock needed no further invitation,
and plunged deeply into pussy. As he pumped his lips burned her flesh,
kissing her face, neck and breasts. She felt totally lost in the moment, her
entire existence focused upon her lover. The chill wind, the cool slab, the
night noises all disappeared for Sue. All she knew was the waves of pleasure
centered on her vagina as his big member pounded her.

On each downstroke she felt his testicles slapping against her round ass.
Her erect clit jumped everytime his pubic bone slammed against it. Oh he was
so deep! Her body trembled. "OH! Fuck me, take me, oh shit.. oh I'm
cumming!"

She saw him arch his back, and slam deeply into her one last time. He only
grunted as she felt his cock shoot it's hot load of cum into her belly. The
warm feeling triggered the most intense orgasm Sue had ever felt in her
life. Her toes curled, her nipples stiffened, her back arched, her own cum
gushed out of her pussy. Just before she passed out, she vaguely heard the
church clock strike 12.

Sue awake cold and shivering. She sat up on the cold slab, still naked. She
could see the moon setting in the west, and to the east could see the sun
just beginning to come up. "Wolfy?" she called out? No response. Damn,
another love 'em and leave 'em guy. Sigh.

She stood up, and realized she'd better get dressed. She looked around, but
her panties were no where to be found. So she picked up her shorts, dusted
off the dirt and slid them back on. Deciding it was too early to fool with a
bra, she picked up her torn t-shirt and pulled it on. As she picked up her
bra, in the dim morning light she noticed the inscription on the headstone
for the first time. Shivers went through her body, she turned and ran as
fast as she could, not stopping until she reached the safety of her
apartment.

The inscription simply read, "Jason Wolfe. 1850."



Chapter 2

"Poppycock!" Kevin snorted in derision at hearing the tale Jeannie was
telling him.

They both worked second shift at the paper, and Jeannie's car refused to
start. Kevin offered to give her a ride home this foggy October night. Even
he would admit his motives were not entirely altruistic. He and Jeannie had
fooled around a few times, and he was hoping she might invite him up for a
"drink".

Now, though, she was telling him this crazy tale of how her friend Sue had
gotten laid by a ghost in the old graveyard on the edge of town.

"Pure poppycock."

"Hey, you didn't hear Sue on the phone. She was terrified!"

"Look, there's no such things as ghosts."

"So wise guy, how do YOU explain it??"

"Well, obviously some pervert fooled her into having sex." he said.

"Oh sure, perverts hang around graveyards all the time waiting to pick up
girls!"

"Well, I guess he could have followed her in, ran around and been waiting or
something." he said, rather lamely.

"And the name? I guess that was a coincidence?"

"Nah, he probably read it off the tombstones, and gave it rather than his
real name. I know if I hung around in a lot of graveyards I sure wouldn't be
giving my real name out."

"OK then, what about the bells then? She heard the church bells ring."

"So?"

"So? My Uncle Stew was on crew that pulled the bells down back in the 70's
when they condemned the building." Jeannie retorted.

"Hun, your Uncle Stew drank a lot. He could have easily mixed up that church
with a dozen others. Besides, sound really carries at night, she could
easily have heard one of the downtown churches."

"Humph." Jeannie crossed her arms, and became sullen. Kevin could tell his
chances for that "drink" were rapidly slipping away.

"OK, there's one way to solve this." Kevin broke hard, and took a sharp left
at the next intersection.

"Hey! Where are you going?" his passenger inquired.

"Where else? To the old church."

"Now? It's the middle of the night! "

"What better time to find ghosts?" he grinned. "Besides the moon's coming
up, between that and my flashlight we'll have plenty of light." Jeannie gave
him a nervous look, but sat silent. It took the couple about ten minutes to
get to the church.

"Ready?" Kevin asked as he shut off the engine.

"I dunno. Looks pretty creepy." Indeed, Jeannie was right. The low angle of
the moon cast long, eerie shadows. A light breeze carried the sounds of
creaking cemetery gates.

"Cluck cluck cluck." Kevin ribbed. "Chicken?"

Jeannie steeled herself and gave him a dirty look. "'Cmon buster."

Kevin shined his flashlight on the steeple. The old cross and about 3 foot
of the steeple had fallen off years ago, probably in some storm. "I can't
tell from here if the bells are there are not. Let's go in, maybe we can
find a way up." Jeannie gulped hard, but followed.

The pair walked up the steps to the huge front doors of the old gothic
church. Several faded pieces of paper were stapled to the door, reminding
the visitor that this building had been abandoned and was condemned. A half
torn "Keep Out" sign hung from it's upper right corner on the door frame.
Thick chains were wrapped around door handles, and several large boards were
nailed across the entryway.

"Well, that's it. Can't get in, guess we'll have to go." Jeannie turned and
started to head down the stairs.

"Not so fast toots. You're not getting out of it that easy." Kevin took her
hand and guided her around the side of the old building. "There's gotta be a
side entrance, or a broken window." Indeed, many of the old stain glass
windows were broken, their lead frames giving a glimpse of what it's former
glory had been. At the rear of the building they found a small door, half
off it's hinges. Kevin wiggled it around and soon had it ajar. "C'mon."

The pair went down a dark hallway. Kevin's light shone around the dirty,
musky interior. They passed a door that lead into an old kitchen, but kept
moving forward. Creaky stairs led up to another door, that opened noisily.
The couple stepped into the old sanctuary. "Wow." was all Kevin could say.

Moonlight shone through the broken windows on the graveyard side. It cast
weird shadows inside, but did a good job otherwise of illuminating the old
building. Pews still filled the hall, but many were overturned and a few
broken. Thick layers of dust and grime covered the old wood floors. On the
alter the pulpit was missing, it's outline visible on the floor. Behind it,
badly faded murals covered the rear wall.

"This place is so cool!"

"Cool?" Jeannie asked in astonishment. "Creepy is more like it. I don't like
this place."

"Hey, didn't you ever see Scooby Doo as a kid? This is neat. Hey, look at
that door towards the front. I think I see some stairs." He drug her by the
hand towards the front. "Yup, I'll bet that leads to the bell loft."

"Think it's safe?"

Kevin tested the treads with his feet. "Seems solid enough. They really
built these old buildings to last. I'm sure it's OK, but we'll go slow."

As they ascended upward, they noticed a white goo covering the stairs. It
became thicker the closer they got to the top. "Ewww, what is this stuff?"
Jeannie asked. "It's all icky and slimy."

"Dunno, guess it's just old paint or something."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"What was that? I heard something."

"Your imaginations working overtime Hun. I don't hear anything. Keep going."
They soon reached the top landing. Moonlight streamed through broken boards,
illuminating the last bit of stairs that led up to the trap door. "That must
be the opening to the belfry. Here, hold the light."

While Kevin took an old board and tried pushing open the trap door, Jeannie
looked around nervously. She could swear she heard scratching noises, and
felt as if a million eyes were upon her. The room became brighter, as Kevin
pushed open the door. It fell over with a noisy crash. As it did so,
hundreds of dark winged shapes suddenly engulfed the pair. Jeannie buried
her face in Kevin's chest, screaming in terror!

"Baby, baby, calm down. Pigeons. We just scared a bunch of pigeons." He
patted her soft form reassuringly, enjoying the close contact.

"Pigeons? Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"Damn you!" she yelled, hitting him in the chest.

"What?"

"I think I peed in my pants. Hey, that's not funny. Stop laughing!" Jeannie
reached out and pinched one of his nipples through his shirt.

"Ow ha ha baby, I'm sorry. Really. (hee hee)."

"I don't like this place. I wanna go."

"Hey, we've come this far, let's go on up. We're so close, let's not turn
back now. Besides, I'll bet the view is great."

"Well... OK." she agreed a bit sullenly. The couple moved up to the roof,
and and Jeannie had to admit Kevin was right; the view was spectacular.
"Hey, I was right!"

"About what?" he asked.

Jeannie pointed upward, to the empty belfry roof. "No bells!"

"Huh. Well, like I said, sound carries at night. They could have come from
somewhere else. Hey, get a load of this view. Look over here, you can see
the whole cemetery. I think I can make out Sue's apartment complex, there in
the distance."

"Hey! What's that!" she asked, in a whispered tone.

"What's what?"

"Down there. In the graveyard. Those shapes, moving around." Kevin looked
down, and saw glimmering, ill defined shapes moving around and through the
grave markers. "Ghosts!"

"Nah. It's probably just the moonlight off the fog." Kevin didn't sound too
sure of himself though.

"I've never seen fog like that! I don't like this place. Can we please leave
now?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Kevin was getting a bit uneasy himself. They reached the
bottom of the stairs without incident. As they got to the middle of the
hall, Kevin grabbed her arm and twirled her around. He grabbed her, kissing
Jeannie deeply. She kissed back, slipping him a lot of tongue. Encouraged,
he reached around and began playing with her shapely ass.

"Hey tiger, what ARE you doing?"

"I dunno, haven't you ever wanted to make it in a church?"

"Here? Now? This place is filthy! Besides, what if the cops show up?"

"No one has bothered us so far. Besides, we'll hear 'em coming from way
off." While he was sweet talking her, he had one hand on her ass, the other
was on her wet crotch. His lips began kissing her neck, hitting the spot
that made her melt.

Lost in lust, Jeannie let her better judgement fall to her desire. She
wanted his eight inches inside her, and didn't want to wait any longer. She
nodded, and whispered "take me baby."

Kevin began kissing his way down her front. As he undid each button on her
blouse, he kissed her newly revealed skin. Soon her shirt fell to the floor,
quickly joined by her bra. He took his time, sucking each of her perky
nipples. Each breast wet with his saliva, he continued down her belly, to
her jeans. She undid the top and started to undo the zipper when he pushed
her hands away. Grinning, he took the hasp in his teeth and pulled it down.
As he looked up at her, the moonlight made the saliva on her breasts glow in
a sexy, but eerie way.

While he pulled off Jeannie's pants, she clawed at his shirt pulling it off.
He placed his shirt on the front pew, and guided her onto it. Kneeling
between her legs, his face dove into her dark pubic hair. While his tongue
danced across her stiff clit, his fingers explored her moist recesses. She
gasped, pinching her nipples hard and holding his face against her. Waves of
delight rippled through her as he expertly ate her pussy.

After drenching his face with her third cum, she grabbed Kevin's hair and
pulled him away from her vagina. She kissed him, then ordered him to stand.
Jeannie pulled his pants down, freeing his erect penis. Leaning forward she
engulfed it with one swoop, taking it all the way in. "Oh baby!" he moaned
with delight.

She treated his cock like a lollipop, licking up one side and down the
other. She paused at the tip, to flick her tongue lightly over his hole
before moving to his balls. She gently kissed, then sucked each of his big
testicles. Moving back to the tip, she began rapidly sucking and stroking
his dick. She soaked it with her saliva, making it shine in the dim light.

"Oh baby you're gonna make it cum if you keep that up!"

"Oh, it's gonna cum alright, but not yet." She whirled around, placing her
knees on the seat, and bent over the back. "My cunt needs a good fucking!"
Kevin moved behind her, and easily slid his throbbing manhood into her wet
pussy. Leaning on her right elbow allowed her right hand to pinch her
nipples. With her other hand she massaged her clit. With each stroke he
plunged deep into her belly.

"Fuck Kev, if you go any deeper I'm gonna be giving you a blowjob from the
other end! Oh shit your cock feels so good!" she squealed. He picked up the
pace, slamming his prick even deeper into her cunt. Fire spread through her
loins, as a massive orgasm rippled through her. Cum gushed out of her pussy,
soaking Kevin's crotch.

"Oh Jeannie oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" She whirled around, sitting on the bench
again. Grabbing his cock, she began pumping it furiously pointing it at her
face and tits. He shuddered, then gobs of cum began flying out his wet cock.
Wave after wave of hot jism splattered onto Jeannie, coating her face and
jiggling tits. She even managed to get some of it to land on her tongue, and
greedily gobbled it up. She bent forward, sucking the remainder out of his
cock. She could also taste her own cum, so much of it did she leave on him.

They stared at each other in silence, he enjoying the look of his cum coated
woman, she enjoying the site of her satisfied man. Suddenly, a chill went
through both of them. They distinctly, and loudly heard the nonexistent
church bells above them begin to strike the midnight hour! They were rooted
to the spot, but only for a moment. As the ringing continued, a wailing,
moaning noise began to accompany the bells. Terrified, they grabbed what
clothes they could and bolted for the door, Kevin pulling Jeannie all the
way.

They fled through the yard, and into the car still half naked. The wailing
seem to be following them the whole way. Kevin started the car, and peeled
out leaving a wake of gravel and dust behind them.

"What the hell was that?" Jeannie asked, trying to get dressed. She was
finding it difficult though, since she'd left behind her panties, shirt, and
one shoe.

"I don't know." Kevin said, realizing his shirt was gone. "And I don't think
I want to."

Jeannie looked behind them, at the old church receding in the distance. She
could swear she saw a shimmering figure in the belfry, watching them drive
away.


Chapter 3

"That's just plain creepy" said Krystyna, handing Jim his beer across the
bar.

"Don't tell me you buy into that story?" Jim asked the pretty blonde
bartender. Jim and Krystyna had been dating for quite some time. After Jim
got off work, he made it a habit to come to the bar where his girlfriend
worked. He'd have a few beers, they'd chat, and he'd take her home. So far
tonight was no different. Little did either suspect that this night their
routine would radically change.

"I dunno," she replied, "I hear there's some weird shit that goes on at that
old church. You hear a lot of stories behind this counter."

"And you believe all these goofy stories? Hey, have a I got a bridge to sell
you!" Jim would have said more, but Krystyna tossed a damp towel in his
face.

"OK hot shot, make fun, but do you think Kevin is the type of guy to make up
something like that?"

Jim paused, thinking for a minute. "No, I guess that's the part that
troubles me the most. I know Kev pretty well, and I've never seen him run
from anything. Something pretty weird must have happened for them to take
off like that."

"You have to admit one thing though," she said in a quiet voice. "That was
some pretty kinky stuff they were doing."

Jim was surprised. "You got turned on by that? Them doing it there?"

"Well sure, haven't you ever wanted to get it on in a graveyard or
something?"

"Um, well, I guess so..." To be honest, Jim had never given it much thought.
But from the look on his girlfriends face, she had.

"Gosh, just the thought of them, fucking in there, umm...." Krystyna closed
her eyes, and was wiggling her slim hips just slightly. Jim thought quickly.
If she was this turned on, he'd bet good money he'd get one hell of a lay
taking her to the old cemetery.

Before he could say much else, her boss came by to discuss a few things
prior to letting her go for the night. Jim finished his beer, and the couple
left. When they exited the parking lot, instead of turning right Jim took a
left.

"Where are we going?" asked Krystyna in a confused voice.

"Oh, I thought we might do a little sight seeing."

"Sight seeing? It's the middle of the night, and this fog is so thick I can
barely see the front of the car! Just what the hell do you expect to see?"

"Oh, I think you'll like it. Just trust me babe..." She gave Jim a look that
conveyed doubts as to his current state of sanity, but remained silent.
After a short drive, Jim pulled up to the old cemetery gates and shut off
the engine.

"Oooh!" Krystyna squealed. "You horny little devil you. Now I see what you
have planned." Sliding across the seat, she grabbed Jim and began kissing
him. They embraced passionately for several minutes, before she broke it
off. "Hey, lets go for a walk."

They got out, and with a little work Jim managed to get the front gate open.
It creeked as it opened, reminding them of a cheesy horror movie. The fog
made it difficult to see, and the stumbled once or twice on overturned
gravestones. They soon made their way to an old mausoleum.

"This looks like a good place." he announced.

"Place for what?" she asked coyly.

"For this" he replied, grabbing her roughly and kissing her. "I want you.
Here, now!"

Krystyna was getting very aroused. "Oh baby, tell me, tell me what you are
going to do!"

"I'm gonna fuck your sweet cunt right in the middle of this graveyard. You
hear that all you ghosts and goblins?" he yelled out. "I'm gonna fuck this
beautiful woman right here, and I dare any of you to stop me!" His challenge
thrown, he began ripping Krystyna's clothes off. Turned on, she also began
pulling Jim's clothes off, and soon they were both naked.

Krystyna dropped to her knees, and began sucking his prick. Half stiff
already, it became incredibly hard in her mouth. Jim moaned with delight,
but was afraid she'd make him cum too soon. He pulled her head away, and
dropped to his knees as well. He kissed her, then worked his way down her
sweet chest to her bulging nipples. He took each one in his mouth, coating
it with saliva. Krystyna groaned, holding his head close to her. His
fingers, meanwhile, where rubbing her curly haired cunt, making her clit
stiff and moist.

She pushed Jim onto his back, the marble step chilling him. Krystyna moved
up, and slid his cock right into her wet pussy. Slowly at first, she bounced
up and down on his manhood. His hips began moving up to meet hers, picking
up the pace. Soon their crotches were slapping together noisily. Krystyna
fell forward, her nipples brushing against Jim's.

Jim could see her face in the dim light, and could tell she was on the edge
of her orgasm. "Oh yeah baby, oh fuck me like that. Your cunt feels so
good."

"Oh yess... yesss... oh fuck yes!" Her face contorted, her pussy slammed
hard against his cock and seized it firmly. Orgasm washed over her shaking
body. Jim could never resist the tightness of her cumming, and began pumping
his hot semen into her tight twat.

Just as they came, the couple became aware of a horrendously loud crashing.
They looked up, and above them could see the doors of the tomb rapidly
opening and closing. "What the fuck..." Jim started to say, when a wailing
noise assaulted their ears.

"Oh shit!" Krystyna yelled, leaping up and frantically tugging at Jim,
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" She let go, and began running through the
graveyard. Jim paused for a moment, torn between wanting to see what was
going on, but knowing if he let her get lost he'd never hear the end of it.
He grabbed his pants, and began running after her nude form.

As they ran, Jim became aware some... thing was chasing them. He looked
back, but could not see anything in the fog. He could hear something though,
something big was trampling in the leaves. Jim could almost sense it's
closeness, that he could almost feel it's breath on the back of his neck. A
feeling of panic began welling up in him, as he picked up the pace. When
Krystyna tripped, he just scooped her up in his arms and kept going.

"Faster!" she screamed, their hearts both pounding. When they got to the
car, he jerked the door open and unceremoniously tossed his girlfriend
inside. He slid in next to her and started the car. He gunned the engine and
began driving away when something slammed against the back end of the car.
It jerked to the side violently, before regaining traction and zooming away.

Jim looked back, but could see nothing in all the fog. Krystyna snuggled
tightly against him, trembling. The couple drove in silence back to their
apartment. Once there, they looked around to make sure no one would see them
since they were both still naked. None of the apartments had any lights on,
even so they moved quickly. Jim did pause long enough though to notice the
huge dent above his back tire, and saw his shattered tail light hanging by
one wire.

Jim tossed his jeans on the floor and flopped down on the couch, watching
Krystyna turn on every light in the place. She finally, nervously came and
sat beside him. Jim turned on the TV to get their minds off of what
happened.

"Baby." Krystyna finally said. "What the hell just happened?"

"I don't know. But I have half a mind to grab my shotgun, go back and find
out."

"NO!" she screamed, sitting up and looking at him. "NO! I don't want you
ever going back there again! Promise me!"

"But baby, in the daylight..."

"NO! I'm serious mister, if you ever want to get laid again, swear to me
you'll never go back! Swear!"

"Sigh. OK honey, if it means that much to you... I swear."

"Good." She leaned over, resting her head on his chest. She idly began
playing with his dick and balls. "You were awfully brave out there. Saving
me and all."

"Uh huh."

"A lot of men would have just saved their own asses."

"I guess I just like your ass more than mine."

"Still, it does deserve some kind of reward." Krystyna began stroking his
dick in earnest now, bringing it to stiffness. She bent over and spit on it,
giving it some lube. Slick now, she moved up and began sucking on his
closest nipple while pumping his hard member.

"Oh fuck baby..." was all he could say between moans of delight. She was an
expert, having given her man many of these handjobs, and it wasn't long
before he started to cum. Thick gobs of semen shot out of his cock, landing
on his chest and stomach.

She moved up and kissed him. As she did, a loud noise came from just outside
the window, akin to a baying hound closing in on his prey. They both stared
wordlessly at the window, unable to move.


The End?


Chapter 4
Chapter 4 - Part 1

Sue had been unable to sleep right ever since... the incident as she thought
of it. In the first few days since her eerie encounter, she tried to blot it
out of her mind. All thoughts of sex were quickly banished from her mind.
That all changed several days later.

She awoke, having relived the incident in her dreams. Half awake, and fully
aroused, she let her hands wander over her body. Sue kicked off the sheets,
exposing her naked body to the cool air in her bedroom. Her hands encircled
her ample breasts, caressing and kneading them. She pulled one of her
breasts to her mouth and sucked her nipple until it stood erect.

Her hands slid down her belly, reaching her shaved pubic region. With one
hand she spread her pussy lips wide, exposing her clit. Her other hand began
to finger her clitty, causing electric sparks to energize her loins. Faster
and faster did her finger move over her privates, smearing her moisture all
over her thighs. Her other hand returned to her breasts, massaging and
pinching her nipples. Sue could almost feel herself being entered by... him.

Her back arched and her ass came up off the bed as she came with a
tremendous rush. Her cum literally gushed out of her cunt, soaking her hand,
legs, ass, and the mattress underneath her. She was sucking her juices off
her fingers when she realized what she was doing. Sue leaped out of bed,
shaking.

Since that morning, she had been unable to stop thinking about... the
incident. At work she began slipping into the bathroom, touching herself,
masturbating to the memory. Sue would get home from work, strip down and
immediately begin masturbating. Soon she realized she would have to do
something or else she'd never do anything except masturbate.

She formulated a plan. That evening when she got home from work, she dressed
in the same outfit she wore when she met... him. She put on her bra, then
quickly sewed up the tear before donning her t-shirt. Since she'd lost her
panties at the cemetery she just slipped on her shorts without underwear.
This, of course, got her thinking about that night, and she was unable to
resist slipping a few fingers into her shorts and fingering herself to a
quick cum.

Fortified, she headed out the door and began walking to the graveyard.



Chapter 4 - Part 2

Tim had been courting Clarisse ever since he saw her in her window that
night, masturbating. He was delighted to discover they both worked at the
same place. How he'd missed her he never knew, he guessed it was just due to
the huge number of folks that worked where they did.

They started small, first spending breaks together, then moving up to
lunches. They had swapped a lot of innuendo, and Tim was quite hopeful that
he would soon be getting to know Clarisse a LOT better.

That evening Tim talked Clarisse into a walk. They strolled at a leisurely
pace, headed towards the outskirts of town. During the walk they held hands
and swapped tantalizing stories, teasing each other with sexual remarks. As
Clarisse walked she jiggled nicely. Her low cut shirt was revealing a lot of
ample cleavage, and her nipples stood out nicely through the thin fabric of
her shirt. Tim had a bulge in his pants the whole time, and wasn't sure if
he wanted her to, or not to, notice it.

For her part, Clarisse had noticed Tim quite some time ago. She had spent
many evenings with her hand between her legs, wishing it was Tim's hard
member instead. Tonight, she decided, she would not go to bed lonely. To
help the odds, she decided to skip the bra. This allowed her large breasts
to sway and jiggle under the thin material of her white cotton shirt. She
also decided to leave her panties at home and just go with the slick nylon
shorts. It was a bit cool for shorts, but she was hoping showing some leg
would drive Tim crazy.

Their walk took them past the old church and cemetery. "Hey, neato."
Clarisse said, "I didn't know this was out here."

"Yeah, it's been abandoned for quite a while. It used to be an old Episcopal
church. Something happened back in the 50's."

"Really? I wonder what could have caused them to give up a building like
this? It looks like it was real nice in it's time."

"Well, near as I can find out it was a pretty popular church. The last
records I could find indicated it was still in use around July 1952.
Something happened later that year, rumor has it around Halloween, but you
know how those stories go. Anyway, after that a new church was built in
town, and a new cemetery was created."

"Wow, I'm impressed." And she was. "You seem to know all about it."

"Yeah well, I grew up not far from here. Mom found out I was playing over
here in the graveyard one day, and absolutely freaked out. She forbade me
from ever coming over here again. Naturally, I got curious, and over the
years since then I've tried to find out why? What had happened here?"

Tim was staring intently at the building, the breeze ruffling his hair.
"Well, what did happen?" Clarisse asked, entranced.

"That's the odd part. I just can't seem to find out. Most of the folks who
were around at the time died quite a while back. One old geezer I talked
with raved about 'unleashing the pits of hell' and 'the walking dead', but
he didn't strike me as real stable. Unfortunately the nurses kicked me out
of the nursing home before I could find out more."

"Well, didn't you go back?"

"Of course, a few weeks later. It was pretty odd, no one in the home seemed
to know anything about the old guy, they sort of vaguely remembered him and
knew he'd been taken out by relatives or someone, but no one sure when or by
who."

"Weird."

Tim nodded in agreement. "Over the years there's been lots of reports of
strange stuff happening. You know, spooky voices, ghostly figures, the like,
but nothing that has ever been substantiated. "

"Yeah, my friend Jeannie told me she heard bells, but there are no bells. At
least, she said there weren't."

"I don't know what she heard, but I can say for sure it wasn't the bells.
Back in 1972 a crew came in and took the bells out. They had planned to melt
them down to make new ones for the city hall, but the truck kept breaking
down every time they tried to take them to the foundry."

"Wow, so what ever happened to them?"

"I finally tracked them down. They're in an old warehouse on the other side
of town. The original company that took the bells down stuck them there.
They got bought out, then went out of business. The warehouse guy said
they'd been sitting back there as long as he can remember, and he's been
there since the mid eighties. Not really sure who owns them, but I've
actually laid my hands on them."

"Oh wow, this is so totally cool."

Tim laughed, glad that someone else shared his fascination in the old
building. "Most folks think I'm nuts for being interested in it."

"Oh no, this is neat. Show me around some!"

"OK, well, of course we're standing here on the front stairs. Most of the
papers you see tacked up here are demolition notices. Seems about every 12
or 15 years, someone decides to tear the old place down. Let's see, here's
the last one, looks like 1987. Ah, here's another for 1972. That's probably
the one that inspired them to take down the bells."

"Hey, " she said excitedly, "here's another notice, looks like a... seizure
notice for failure to pay taxes. Looks like nineteen sixty something, but I
can't make out the last number. Huh, I wonder why it's never been torn
down?"

"Not sure, I know in the 80's there was a big historical movement. I suppose
they might have made noises about it being a landmark or something. You want
to see the insides?" Tim asked.

"Oh, er, I don't know. It's getting dark, maybe we should come back."

"Nervous?"

"A little." she admitted.

"Well, there's still a little light, lets go to the graveyard. There's some
neat headstones I want you to see." The couple moved to the side, and
entered the squeaky gates.

Walking down the path, Tim impressed her with his knowledge of local
history. He pointed out the headstones of past mayors, tombs of prominent
businessmen, and even the final resting places for common everyday folk.
Eventually they came to a headstone of low, thick marble. Over the entire
plot a huge slab of the same dark granite laid.

"Wow, that's an impressive one." commented Clarisse. "Wonder who that is."

"Jason Wolfe. Now, he's a real interesting case. If I recall right, he's
supposed to be the reason the church burned down."

"Burned down? Huh?" Clarisse was confused now, looking over at the church,
then back to Tim. He laughed.

"No, not that building. Actually, several buildings have occupied this
property over time, this one is the last of many. Before this one there was
an older, but impressive wood structure. Built in the early 1800's, it stood
until it burned down in 1850."

"What caused it to burn down? And where does this guy fit in?"

"No one is exactly sure why. All they know is his remains were found in the
fire. It seems Wolfe here was in love with the pastors daughter. Story has
it the pastor didn't want his daughter to marry some poor immigrant farmer,
and forbade them from seeing each other. The last time he was seen, he was
leaving the local bar to go kidnap his lady and run off with her."

"But he got found out, and in anger committed suicide by burning down the
church? Am I right?"

"Good guess. That's the official story anyway, that I read in the city hall
records. One version I heard was that the clergyman found him, killed him,
and burned down the church to hide the evidence, or accidentally set fire in
a struggle. But of course there's no proof anywhere of what really did
occur."

"Poor guy, all he ever wanted was his lady love." Clarisse sighed and got a
wistful, romantic look on her face. "What happened to.. um what was her name
anyway? The daughter?"

"Sue Ellen, Sue Ann, something like that. Well, this new church opened in
1852, almost two years to the day after the fire. The pastor and his family
moved away almost immediately after the fire. He died very shortly
afterward, and they brought him back here for burial. He's... let's see.. ah
look to the left. See that big, gray tomb with the four columns? That's
him."

"What about the daughter?"

"Don't know, never have been able to find out. There's a ghost story though,
that she wanders around the church, looking for her lost love."

"Spooky." Clarisse said, shivering.

Tim stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around her. "Chilly?"

"Mmm, a little, more spooked than anything. Your arms feel good though. Nice
and warm. Oh my," she said, grabbing his crotch, "what have we here?"

Tim's face reddened a little. "Um, well, it's, uh. Well, you know, I mean,
you're all soft and warm, and..."

"Hey, it's OK. To be honest, I have felt the same way about you for some
time."

"Really?"

"Really. Now shut up and kiss me, you stud puppy you." Their faces met,
their lips touched, their tongues exploring each other. They got braver,
running their hands over each others bodies. Tim reached back and ran his
hands over Clarisse's round ass. He then moved up to her chest, sliding a
hand up and inside her shirt. He massaged her breasts and tweaked her
nipples sending more shivers through her body.

Clarisse's hands had not been idle. She had unbuttoned Tim's shirt, and was
now working one hand inside his fly. His erection was rock hard in his
pants, and felt good to her soft hands. She felt cool air on her skin, and
realized her shirt had been pushed up over her tits. Tim was bent over
sucking her nipples with incredible enthusiasm.

He backed away long enough to say "I want you!" then resumed sucking. He
only had to slide her shorts down a little before they hit the ground,
revealing her bare bottom side.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "OK but... here? Now?"

"Sure, why not, it's a little dark now, and no one's around to see us."
Clarisse nodded, and they continued undressing.

Chapter 4 - Part 3

Tim was quite incorrect in his statement. There WAS someone to see them. Sue
had worked her way into the graveyard from the back side. She was shocked to
see two figures in the distance, over... THAT spot.

Not sure what was going on, Sue tip toed slowly, so as not to make any
noise. Using the larger headstones and tombs as markers, she closed to
within 20 feet of the couple without being noticed. At first she thought HE
was there with someone else, but quickly realized that this man was flesh
and blood, and looked nothing like her Wolfy.

Her Wolfy. How odd to think of him in those terms. Sue was torn about what
to do next. She was afraid if she didn't shoo them away Wolfy might not come
back. But if she did they might want to know what she was doing there,
and... well... there were some questions she wasn't prepared to answer right
now. Her decision was made though, when she realized they getting undressed!

She got indignant at first, then realized they were just doing what she had
a few days before. Fascinated, she squatted down to get a better view. The
woman also squatted, taking his stiff prick in her mouth. Oh, and what a
cock it was, even from back here she could see it was nice and thick, and
quite long. Sue began drooling over it. The woman was good, very good, as
she took every inch of that beauty down her sweet throat. Sue prided herself
on her own cock sucking abilities, and wished she had a dick of her own.
Subconsciously, one of her hands had moved between her legs and was rubbing
her crotch.

The woman moved now, and laid back on the slab. The man knelt between her
legs. From her vantage point she could tell he was rubbing his dick up and
down her wet slit. He then began to slide it in, slowly. The lady had a look
of pure ecstasy on her face, her arms wrapped around him. Soon he was
pumping that monster cock in and out of her sweet pussy.

Sue could stand it no more. She pulled her shorts down and off, to give her
access to her now very wet pussy. A kinky thought appealed to her, so she
pulled off her shirt and bra so she'd be as naked as the couple was. She
knelt on the ground again, and spread her legs very wide. Her hand slid to
her cunt, her fingers massaging her clit.

As the man sucked each of his ladies breasts, Sue would take her own breast
in her mouth, but never took her eyes off the wonderful display of passion
in front of her. The man moved back and forth between each breast and his
mate's mouth, kissing, sucking, and licking. He was really pounding away,
giving her a good fucking. Sue crept forward a few feet, so she could hear
what they were saying.

Chapter 4 - Part 4

"Oh god, oh Tim, yes baby, oh, um, damn your cock feels so good!"

"Yes, oh yes I have wanted you for so long, I have jerked off so many times
imagining I was right here, in your sweet little pussy."

"Baby, oh it's all yours, you can have my pussy anytime you want. It's your
pussy, take your pussy baby take it. Ohhhhh"

"Oh is right, oh fuck your cunt is so wet... yesss"

"OH! OHfuckyes! Oh honey I'm cumming! Don't stop don't stop ohdon'tstop oh
oh oh!" Clarisse's back arched as she clamped Tim close to her. Her pussy
grabbed onto the big cock that was invading her body and held tight. She
squirted her cum all over Tim's crotch, even soaking his balls.

"Oh yeah baby cum all over my cock, oh what a pusssssyyyyy." Clarisse calmed
down a little, but Tim kept right on pumping for all he was worth. "I'm
getting close!"

"My tits!" she growled. "Cum all over my titties!" Tim pulled his cock out
and moved it between Clarisse's big boobs. Soaked with her cunt juices, his
prick slid easily in her cleavage. As his tip would emerge from the top she
would lick and suck it, driving him wild with lust.

"OH FUCK!" was all he could manage to say as his own orgasm ripped through
him. His balls pumped a huge load of semen all over Clarisse's pretty face
and chest. He looked down, and she stared back at him with the same lustful
look, her face coated in cum.

Chapter 4 - Part 5

Sue watched the lusty couple with awe. Her right hand was going non stop on
her clit now, getting her body very close. Her left hand mostly tweaked her
stiff nipples, pausing to occasionally slide first into her pussy then back
and into her mouth. As the man she now knew as Tim shot his load all over
the lady, Sue herself orgasmed with such intensity that she passed out,
falling quietly between the stones.

Chapter 4 - Part 6

Tim hovered over Clarisse for a moment, really enjoying the site of his cum
coated lady. She stared up at him, impressed with his virility. Catching
something out of the corner of her eye, she asked "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"Up there, in the top of the church." She sat up, pointing it out.

Tim looked up, but admitted "I don't see anything."

"I'd have sworn I saw something up there, moving around."

"I don't see anything. Must be the moon reflecting off a cloud or
something."

"Could be." said Clarisse, uneasy. "Maybe we ought to go?"

"Yeah, it is getting a bit chilly, 'cmon. Let's head back to your place.
After all, you could use a bath, and I volunteer to wash your back!"

Clarisse could only giggle as Tim helped her up. The couple redressed and
made their way out of the graveyard, arm in arm.

Chapter 4 - Part 7

Sue awoke hours later, in her own bed. The sheets were on the floor, and she
was totally nude. She had a funny taste in her mouth and her ass hurt. Plus,
she realized she was laying in a wet spot, as if she'd had some intense sex.
Problem was she couldn't remember having sex, or even coming home. Last she
recalled she was back at the graveyard, watching that couple fuck. She
smiled at that memory.

Getting up, she went in the bathroom to empty her bladder. She was shocked
at the image she saw in the mirror. Her face, tits, tummy, and pussy were
cum stained, with those flakes of dried cum. She turned and saw that her ass
and back were also coated. "What the fuck?" she thought. "Looks like I took
part in a collegiate circle jerk."

She stepped into the shower, scrubbing it all off and trying in vain to
remember what had happened. She dried, and returned to the bedroom. Sue
froze, on the bed were two roses, one red the other black. Under them was a
note.

With trembling hands Sue picked it up and read "Soon my love, we will have
all the time in the world and not just fleeting moments like this. Soon my
love, JW."





Chapter 5 - Double Date Dare

Chapter 5 - Part 1

Pam and Jeannie had returned to Pam's house to prepare for their double
date. "Great idea, sneaking out of work early." Jeannie said. "Gives us lots
of time."

"Yeah, I hate having to rush to get ready." Pam lead Jeannie back to the
bedroom. "We even have time for nice hot shower." Pam started to undress,
tossing her clothes in the corner.

"Sounds good to me!" Jeannie replied, beginning to remove her clothes. Very
good indeed, she thought. Jeannie had admired Pam's body for some time, and
had hoped to get a  glimpse of her. But showering together was a dream come
true.

"Come on slowpoke!" Pam was urging. Jeannie had paused to admire Pam's
breasts. At (she knew from their shopping together) a 34C they were smaller
than hers, but firm, and with nice nipples that poked out sexily. Her vagina
was covered in a mat of curly hair, drawing Jeannie's eyes to the area.
Jeannie quickly shrugged out of her own pants, revealing a light patch of
hair above her neatly trimmed pussy.

Pam took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. Jeannie got to watch
her shapely ass wiggle in front of her. Once in the bathroom she saw Pam's
shower was going to be a tight fit, as it was only a stall and not a full
sized tub. "It's a tight fit." Pam said. "I... hope you won't mind bumping
into each other?"

Was that a hint of playfulness she heard in Pam's voice? "Not at all. Not at
all." Pam started the water, and they jumped in.

While Pam was washing her hair, she held her hands above her head causing
her breasts to stand out proudly. Jeannie fought back an urge to bend over
and begin sucking those beautiful pink nipples, not knowing how her friend
would take it. When Pam got done they switched places, and had to press
against each other in the process. Jeannie imagined she could feel sparks
fly as her breasts and Pam's slid across each other.

As Jeannie was rinsing her hair, she gasped with delight as she felt a mouth
encircle her right breast. She reached around and hugged Pam's head as she
sucked on her tit. Pam then kissed and licked her way up, until their lips
met. Their tongues danced in each others mouths as months of passion was
unleashed. "You don't know how badly I've wanted to do that." Pam whispered.

"You don't know how bad I've wanted you to! Or for me to do this!" Jeannie
leaned over and began running her tongue over Pam's firm tits, taking each
one deeply into her mouth. Her left hand worked it's way down to Pam's clit,
rubbing it and making it even more erect. Jeannie's right hand lightly
caressed Pam's shapely ass.

Pam groaned with delight. She parted her legs to allow more access to her
hot cunt. As she held Jeannie's head she whispered "Don't stop. Oh fuck I'm
close. " Jeannie picked up the pace, rapidly moving her hand over her
friends clitty. She clamped onto a tit and sucked hard, taking as much of it
as she could into her mouth.

Pam let out a loud squeal as she came all over Jeannie's hand. After a
moment she stopped shaking and fell back against the shower wall. Looking up
she saw Jeannie licking pussy juice off her fingers. "Come on." Pam said,
giving her a hug, "I've got plenty more that you can drink straight from the
tap!"

Half dried, Pam led the way to the king size bed. She pushed Jeannie back on
the bed and jumped on, attacking her massive tits. She sucked each of
Jeannie's 44Ds until the nipples were rock hard. Pam then began licking and
kissing her way down to Jeannie's honeypot. She kissed all around the soft
thighs working towards Jeannie's moist clit.

Up and down Pam slid her lips over Jeannie's pussy, causing her hips to
squirm in delight. In addition to her tongue, Pam slid two fingers inside
massaging her friends g spot. "Oh Pammy... Oh damn I don't know what you're
doing but... Oh fuck don't you dare stop. Oh... Oh... OH!"

Jeannie grabbed Pam's head and held it against her cunt. Pam's face was
covered in hot cunt juice as she eagerly licked the beautiful muff in front
of her. After Jeannie collapsed, Pam kissed her way back up her belly,
around her tits, and planted a hot kiss right on Jeannie's willing mouth.

Pam collapsed on the bed beside her sexy girlfriend. "Whew, you damn near
drowned me!"

"Well, I cut the shower short, thought you might need another bath."

"A tasty one too. Oh shit, look at the time. We better get with it or we'll
be late!"

"Hey!" Jeannie grabbed Pam's hand and pulled her to the bed. "Can we do this
again? Soon?"

Pam leaned over and gave Jeannie a kiss. "You bet your sweet ass we can! Now
let's get moving!"

Chapter 5 - Part 2

It had been a great date. Dinner, dancing, and good conversation. The four
were headed back to Pam's house. Pete was driving, with Pam in front beside
him. Kevin and Jeannie were in the back seat, exchanging gropes when they
thought no one was looking.

It was a foggy night, and the police rerouted them down a side street due to
an accident. Eventually they started past the old church and cemetery.
"Hey," Pete said, "isn't that the church you were telling me about?"

"Yeah, that's it. Some weird shit in that place."

Pete slowed down even more. "You guys want to take a look?"

"No way! No how! No sir! I am NOT going back in that place." Jeannie was
adamant.

"Now baby," Kevin said, "it was probably just our imagination. Besides, I'd
like to go back and see just what the hell it was."

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Pam begged. "I dare you!"

"If you guys wanna go, you can do it without me! You are not getting me back
in there!"

"Well, how about just taking a quick look around the graveyard?" Pete
suggested.

"Well..."

"Please?" Pam prompted. Kevin squeezed Jeannie's hand, nodding.

"I'm going to regret this."

Pete pulled the car down by the gate and turned it off. The four piled out.
"I doubt we'll see much." Kevin noted. "The fogs thicker than pea soup." The
foursome found their way to the gate, and Kevin pulled it open. The rusty
hinges creaked eerily in the darkness.

They made their way down the path, looking at old grave markers, elaborate
tombs, and ornate headstones. Most were in disrepair, having been neglected
for many years. The girls hung tight to the men, as a howl in the distance
echoed a chill ran down their spines.

Pete and Pam were slightly in the lead, when all of a sudden Pete
disappeared from Kevin and Jeannie's view. Kevin charged up to see what was
the matter, only to find Pete had tripped on a tree root.

"Oh damn that's gonna hurt." Pete moaned, rubbing his nose. He had fallen
flat onto a marble slab. Kevin and Pam helped him to his feet as Jeannie
came up.

"You OK babe?" Pam asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just suffering from a case of two left feet." Pete looked at the
grave at his feet. He peered intently for a few moments, then said "You guys
notice anything different about this grave?"

The others looked, but were stumped at what he was talking about. "Look
around you." Pete prompted.

Jeannie snapped her fingers. "I get it. This ones all neat!"

"Right. All the others are falling apart, yet this one looks new. The stones
are clean, and the grass is neatly trimmed."

"Whose is it?" Pam asked.

Kevin squatted down. "Wolfe. Jason Wolfe."

"Maybe it's new?" Jeannie suggested.

"No, says here 1850. Which makes me wonder."

"Wonder what hun?" Jeannie asked.

"Wonder why someone would leave this..." Kevin held up a single red rose,
"on a grave more than 150 years old."

"I think it's romantic." Jeannie said, wistfully.

Pete piped up "I think it's weird."

Jeannie turned to Kevin. "Will you leave flowers on my grave when I'm gone?"

"Uh, sure baby. Absolutely." He took Jeannie in his arms, and began kissing
her. His hands were roaming over her body, one on her shapely ass, the other
moving between her full breasts and crotch.

'Good Answer' Pete thought. Grabbing Pam, he imitated Kevin, kissing her and
running his hands over her hot body. Before long the girls had fished the
mens dicks out of their pants, and were pumping them. Almost in unison they
dropped to their knees and began giving their dates blowjobs that even porn
stars would envy.

Chapter 5 - Part 3

Hope arrived for work a few minutes late. She'd wondered who she pissed off,
getting stuck guarding an abandoned building. A church at that. Hope liked
her security work, she usually worked in places where she was left alone,
often she was the only person there. Not only was she not annoyed by
co-workers, being left alone gave her time to relieve her... urges without
being interrupted.

She had spent a boring first half of her shift sitting outside the church in
her security truck. She had just returned from lunch, when she thought she
saw something in the distance, but with the fog she couldn't be sure.

Hope got out of her vehicle, and put her cap on to look nice and official.
Her plump body wiggled sexily as she made her way down the path. There, by
the cemetery gate was a parked car. Her flashlight showed it was empty.
"Must be some damn teenagers partying in the graveyard." she said to no one
in particular.

She sighed, then resigned herself to having to hunt them down. Moving
through the open gate she wandered through the fog, looking for intruders.
As she moved deeper, she heard odd sounds coming from up ahead. Deciding to
be sneaky, she crept between the stones, using them and the fog as cover.

Hope rounded a corner, and was shocked but delighted with what she saw.
Definitely not teenagers. There were four people, in various states of
undress. An auburned hair gal was on her knees, sucking the cock of a dark
haired fellow. They were both naked, and she had a nice set of tits.

Beside them an blond haired guy was lying back on one of the slabs. His
pants were off but his shirt was still on, although unbuttoned. Riding his
cock was a gal with short dark hair. Her tits bounced as she rode him. Her
shirt was off, and her skirt was up around her waist.

Hope knew she should shoo them out. She watched for a few minutes, feeling
her own pussy grow moist with excitement. The redhead had shifted, and was
now getting fucked doggy style by her boyfriend. Her face was in the dark
haired gals tits, licking and sucking them. Meanwhile, the blonde guy was
sucking on the set of hooters now hanging in his face. First the brunette,
then the auburn haired gal trembled and let out loud moans as they orgasmed.

Hope was rubbing her crotch through her pants and shuddered as she had a
tiny orgasm of her own. Sighing, she decided she'd better break it up just
in case her boss dropped in.

Chapter 5 - Part 4

"OK, OK, break it up. What do you think this is, Motel 6?" A short, plump
blonde approached wearing a security uniform. The foursome looked at each
other, knowing they'd been caught. Kevin and Pete looked at each other, and
exchanged winks. Standing, Kevin and Pete approached the blonde. In a mock
zombie like voice they were chanting "Join us. Be with us." "Yes join us.
You will become one of us."

Catching on, the girls joined in. Hope stood there in disbelief as four
naked people came up to her. Soon their hands were all over her, ripping her
clothes from her body. "Cut it out! Hey, stop that. Don't do that." she was
protesting, but only verbally. Secretly she was thrilled, having almost
joined the orgy to start with. Soon she was as naked as they, and being laid
down on the marble slab.

Kevin knelt between her legs, and slid his seven inch cock right into her
wet pussy. He drove it hard and deep, sending waves of pleasure throughout
Hope's body. Pete sat beside her head, and put his manhood into her eager
mouth. Her tongue eagerly slurped up his meaty cock.

The girls got on either side of Hope, sucking on her tits. Feeling her way
down, Hope slid fingers over and into their wet pussies. It was an erotic
site as the five sucked and fucked each other.

As Kevin's big cock was sending yet another orgasm through her cunt, Hope
heard him say "Oh fuck yes! I'm cumming!" He pulled out, his prick shooting
hot cum all over her tummy and pussy. "Oh yeah" said a voice from above her.
Pete pulled back, and shot his load against her tits, some of it splashing
on Pam and Jeannie's faces. The girls went wild, licking cum off Hope's
body.

No longer as distracted, Hope began concentrating her finger movements
inside each of the pussies she was holding. She felt their clits become
engorged, and soon Pam and Jeannie were creaming all over her fingers!

The two girls had put their hands on Hope, and were double teaming her,
playing with her clit and finger fucking her wet cunt. She screamed with
delight as the most powerful orgasm of the night swept through her. Her body
seized up as she came extremely hard. So hard, she passed out!

"Holy shit!" Pete exclaimed, "You killed her!"

"She's not dead, silly, she's just passed out" Pam said.

"Good." said Kevin, grabbing their clothes. "Let's get the hell outta here
before she comes to."

"We can't just leave her here!" Jeannie said, concerned.

"She'll be fine, she's coming around already, and I for one don't want to
get in trouble. Let's GO!" he urged.

"Kevin's right" said Pam, "let's go."

"Look, I'll watch from a distance until she wakes up, then join you. Pete,
get the car ready, you girls go with him."

The four moved away, getting dressed as they went. Kevin hid behind a nearby
tomb, keeping an eye on the pretty security guard. Soon he rejoined the
others in the car.

"Is she OK?" Pam asked.

"Yeah, she looked a little dazed, but she was fine. Can we puh-leeze get
going, no telling what she'll do when she cums to!"

Chapter 5 - Part 5

Hope awoke, a little dazed. She looked down at her body, covered in cum and
saliva. Her pussy was tingly, but satisfied at the expert fucking she'd
received. As she got up, she began to hear the church bells strike the
midnight hour. She got up and began retrieving her clothes. After several
minutes of searching she gave up on finding her panties, and just put on the
rest of it.

The next morning she was dropping off her vehicle, and turning in her
report. "Quiet night?" her boss asked.

Hope grinned. "Yeah, nothing to report. Oh, the bells are off. Might want to
mention that to someone."

"Bells?"

"Yeah, the church bells. They were striking midnight at 1:15 or so in the
morning. "

"Uh, Hope, I hate to tell you this, but... there are no bells in the
church!"


Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Part 1

"So what do you think Jim is up to this time?" Pete asked his friend as they
walked across the parking lot.

"No telling." Kevin replied. "He sounded spooked though, that's for sure.
There he is, back in the corner. Hey Jim!"

Pointing at the broken tail light Pete asked "What'd you hit dude?"

"Not what did I hit," Jim replied solemnly, "what hit me." Jim opened the
trunk of his damaged vehicle. When he did, Pete and Kevin recoiled from the
stench that rolled out at them.

"Whoa! Shit!"

"Fuck!" said Kevin. "What the hell is that?" A large thing was lying in the
trunk, it's flesh rapidly deteriorating.

"Hell if I know. All I know is it followed me home from the old graveyard."

"The graveyard?" said Pete and Kevin in unison. "By the old church?" Pete
added.

"Yeah. Came bursting through the window of the apartment. Fortunately I had
just enough warning to grab my shotgun. Took four blasts from 00 buck to
kill it. "

"Geezus."

"No shit. I got gunk all over the carpet and piss stains on my couch."

"Piss on your couch?" asked Pete.

"Yeah, Krystyna and I were on the couch fooling around and when that thing
burst in she... well she kinda lost it."

Pete and Kevin tried to suppress a giggle, but not very successfully. "Sure,
laugh it up." Jim said, slamming the trunk. "All I know is there's some
weird shit going on there, and somethings gotta be done."

"No shit." Kevin replied. "Pete and I have both seen some stuff out there
ourselves."

Pete looked thoughtful. "I may know someone who can shed some light on this.
There's a reporter who works for the paper who is always investigating this
weird stuff. Hang on, I'll call him now and give him our stories."

He pulled out his cell phone and stepped away, while Jim and Kevin talked
about the damage to the car. A minute later he returned. "Tim says he's been
looking into this for a bit now. We're to get everyone together at Joe's Bar
this Friday."

"Cool."


Chapter 6 - Part 2

Pam and Jeannie were walking up to Sue's apartment. Outside they saw
Clarisse, pounding at the door. The girls greeted each other warmly.

"So," asked Pam, "what are you doing here?"

"Probably same as you, checking on Sue. She hasn't been at work in a couple
of days. I can hear her in there but she's not answering."

"Hang on." Jeannie said, going to a flower pot. "I know where she hides her
spare key."

The trio let themselves in. Sue's apartment was dark and dusty, as if no one
had been there in years. "Sue? You here?" Pam yelled out.

"This is kinda creepy." Jeannie said.

Clarisse moved towards the bedroom door. "Come on, lets check back here."

The three stopped in the door way, shocked at what they saw. Roses filled
the room, surrounding Sue's king sized bed. On top of the white silk sheets
laid Sue, naked. Her legs spread, a large dildo was pumping in and out.

"Sue!" Clarisse exclaimed. "What have you been doing?" As the girls walked
into the room Sue moaned.

"I can't stop." Sue groaned. "Please, help me, help me cum."

The trio sat on the bed, surrounding her. "What do you need?" Clarisse asked
gently.

Sue reached up and grabbed one of Clarisse's big tits. "I need to cum really
bad. Please help me cum!"

Clarisse glanced up at the other two girls. "What do we do?"

Jeannie stood up, and started taking off her clothes. "We help her cum."
Kicking off the last of her clothing, she climbed onto the bed beside Sue.
"C'mon you two, help me."

Pam stood, and quickly put her clothes on the floor beside Jeannies. As
Jeannie was sucking on Sue's tits, Pam moved between her legs and began
lapping at Sue's wet pussy.

Clarisse watched, transfixed. She had never fooled around with another woman
before, although she had fantasized about it. Incredibly turned on by the
scene in front of her, she felt her crotch getting wet.

As if in a daze, she stood, and began removing her garments. Once she was
naked she slid in to the bed opposite Jeannie. Cautiously, she leaned in and
took one of Sue's perky nipples in her mouth. She felt something, and looked
down. Pam's hand was between her legs, fingering her wet pussy.

Hands roamed as the girls explored each others bodies. Pam moved up, sliding
the other end of the big dildo in her pussy and began fucking Sue with it.
Jeannie and Clarisse moved tight to them, kissing. Four pairs of tits
squashed together as their bodies gyrated together.

Sue suddenly screamed, arched her back and shuddered in a violent climax.
Pam also came, her clit grinding against Sues. When they stopped shaking Pam
moaned, then rolled off into Clarisse's arms.

"More." Sue moaned. "I need more."

"More?" Pam exclaimed breathlessly.

"Now what?" Clarisse asked.

"I have an idea." Jeannie started rearranging them into a square, the face
of one girl in the pussy of the next. Clarisse began licking Pam's pussy.
Pam in turn was eating Jeannie, who was eating Sue. Sue's tongue was buried
in Clarisse's cunt.

Slurping moans filled the air as the girls at each other to orgasm after
orgasm.


Chapter 6 - Part 3

Tim had spent a fascinating week. He had started in the morgue of the very
newspaper he worked at, pouring over ancient articles. He discovered that
many of the articles he was interested in had been clipped from the old
papers, a definite no-no. Fortunately the offenders had overlooked the
microfiche backups.

His investigation next led to town hall, where he dug through old books in
the musty basement. Tax records, deeds, marriage certificates, death
records, nothing escaped his scrutiny. Next he swung by the old warehouse
where the bells were stored. Tim wanted to assure himself they were still
there.

Nobody was at the warehouse, so he let himself in through an open window.
Sure enough they were right where he'd last seen them, only dustier. He took
a closer look, not sure what he was hunting for. He felt, rather than saw
it. Very light carvings on the surface of the bell. Taking several sheets of
paper and some coal he found in the old stove he made a rubbing.

His next stop was at the library, reading over the town archives. He spent
hours pouring over town historical records, photos, and magazine accounts.
When Tim finally left the library the sun was setting. A cool, late October
breeze was kicking the leaves around chilling him. As he drove away, he knew
he had one more stop he had to make before the night was out.


Chapter 6 - Part 4

Hope was sitting in rear of her security van, tucked quietly away in a
corner of the old graveyard. The middle seat had been removed sometime back,
to give her lots of room. Her pants were down around her ankles and her
shirt was open, as was her front clasping bra. One hand was tweaking her
nipples while the other fingered her shaved pussy. Hope was fingering
herself to her third orgasm of the evening when she saw the light.

"Damn." she thought. "And I was so close." She saw the flashlight bobbing
among the stones, moving deeper into the yard. Deciding to go ahead and
finish, she moved her finger rapidly over her puffy clit. Her moans were
stifled by her breast, which she was sucking. Moments later her legs clamped
around her hand as she enjoyed another climax. Licking her fingers clean,
she giggled. "Mmm. Finger licking good."

She got dressed, then quietly slipped out of her vehicle. Creeping through
the tombstones, Hope followed the light. As she got closer she was surprised
to see a solitary male, clearly looking for some specific item. She'd seen
couples here, but this was the first solo.

He stopped in front of a large above ground tomb. Four columns rose
majestically at the corners. Satisfied, he moved to the door and began
working on the lock. Hope suddenly realized she knew him!

Stepping up she boldly said "Tim?"

Tim jumped out of his skin, dropping his flashlight. "SHIT!" he yelled.
Squinting he asked "Whose there?"

Hope giggled. "It's me, Hope. The security guard at the paper. I've seen you
there at night." Tim thought for a moment then the memories clicked into
place.

"Oh, whew. I'm glad it's someone I know." He picked up his light, turned,
and went back to work trying to open the door.

"Hey, stop that. You can't do that." Hope moved up beside him. "What do you
think you are doing?"

"I have to get in here. If what I suspect is true, there's some real
important paperwork in here. Documents that could save some lives."

"But... I mean, I'm not supposed to..."

"Please?" He pleaded, looking into her eyes. He took her hands. "It's real
important."

She sighed. "Damn. You are gonna get me fired. OK. But lets make it quick."
Together they worked on the lock, and in a few minutes they had it open.
Pulling with all their might they pulled the metal gate open, it groaning in
protest the whole time.

The inner door was rusty, but not locked. Some spray on lube from Tim's
backpack soon loosened it enough to get in. Cautiously, the pair stepped
inside. The crypt was surprisingly roomy, a single coffin sat on a shelf on
the far side of the room.

Hope clung to Tim's arm. "Let's hurry." she whispered. "This is creeping me
out." The walls were bare except for two alcoves, one on each side wall.
Each held a candle. Tim's lighter got them going, eerily illuminating the
tomb.

"Here, help me." he said, approaching the coffin. "We need to get this
open."

"Are you nuts???"

"It's gotta be in here. There's no where else it could be."

"What's gotta be here?"

"His diary."

"Whose diary?"

"Ezikiah Goodfellow. He used to be the pastor here."

Hope got really confused. "When? Had to be a long time ago. What's going
on."

"Not now." Tim said. He slipped a pry bar under the lip of the coffin and
pried. It popped open stirring dust everywhere. The two of them pushed it
open. Inside, a body in old fashioned garb lied in state. Tim let out a low
whistle. "This is amazing."

"What?"

"Look at him."

"Yeah, he's dead."

"Hope, he's been dead. For 150 years. He should be nothing but dust, maybe a
few bones. He looks like he died yesterday."

"C'mon." She was gripping his arm tight. "This is too weird. Let's go."

"In a minute." Tim cautiously reached in, picking up a dusty book.

"Is that it?"

"Yes." He replied, dropping it into his backpack.

"Then can we go now. Puh-leeze?" Hope glanced around, very nervous. Tim
nodded, closed the coffin, and blew out the lights. When the stepped outside
it was like a different world. The clouds were thick, obscuring a previously
cloudless night. The wind was whipping violently, and the smell of rain was
thick in the air.

"It's about to pour!" Tim had to shout to be heard above the wind. "Let's
get out of here!" The pair ran across the yard dodging tombstones and limbs.
Leaves swirled around them, and they had to dodge the occasional falling
limb. As they got close to the back the first drops of cold, heavy rain fell
on them.

"This way!" Hope screamed. "My vans right over here." The two dashed for her
vehicle. They climbed in the back, dripping wet. The rain pelted the van,
and their warm bodies quickly fogged up the windows. "Damn. I'm soaked."

"Me too. We'll dry out soon enough. Looks like we better stay put a few
minutes, until it passes."

"OK by me. I'd be here anyway. I sure hope you got what you were looking
for."

"I did. Thanks. I really mean it. You took a risk, helping me."

"Well... I have to admit... I've always thought you were kinda cute... and
well..."

Tim smiled. "Thanks. I guess if we are admitting, I've had a few interesting
thoughts about you too."

"Really?!" Hope beamed. "I kinda hoped but..." she paused when Tim got a
funny look on his face. "What's wrong?"

Tim was looking around, then suddenly reached under him. He pulled something
out and extended his hand. In it was her big, pink vibrator, buzzing away.
"Oh my gosh!" Sue cringed, burying her face in her hands.

Tim giggled. "This belongs to you I take it?"

Hope nodded. "Yeah." She was blushing. "It's just, well a girl gets lonely
out here and... well..."

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with it. Hell, I masturbate a
couple times a day."

"Really? Whew. I guess I don't feel so weird then."

Tim handed her the shaking pink toy. "You know... we are kind of alone. And
I have to admit, I wouldn't mind seeing you use that."

Hope got a big grin. Nodding she said "OK. But I want a show too. Fair is
fair." Not waiting for his agreement, she kicked off her shoes and slid her
pants down and off. While she unbuttoned her shirt he was removing his. By
the time her bra was open and her big tits exposed, she saw his pants were
off. Tim's cock was hard, long and thin poking out a nice eight and a half
inches. For a skinny dude he had a nice tool!

Hope slid to the floor, leaning back against the seat and spreading her legs
wide. Tim moved so he was sitting on the floor in front of her, on his
knees. She took the vibrator and held it to her clitty. "Ummm" she groaned.
She spread her lips wide, giving him a nice view.

"Nice." he commented, watching as the wet juices of her pussy gleamed in the
dim dome light of the van. She slid the buzzing fake cock inside her,
letting out a squeal. Deep inside her, she leaned forward so the floor held
the toy inside her cunt. Rotating her hips, Hope began moaning. She picked
up her tits, taking each to her mouth in turn.

Glancing up, she saw Tim rapidly stroking his stiff meat. "You have a very
nice cock." she told him.

"Thanks." he grunted. "I love your body. Great tits!"

She picked up one, as if offering to him. "Care for a taste?" Tim leaned in
and eagerly sucked her perky nipple into his mouth. She held his head tight
while rotating her hips rapidly. "Oh yes, don't stop sucking I'm gonna cum
oh yes... FUCK" she squealed, cumming hard. Her pussy gushed, releasing a
huge load of juice all over her thighs and the floor. Releasing Tim, she
fell back against the seat.

Tim looked at her reclined body. "Damn that was hot." he told her, still
stroking his dick. "You are so sexy, I'm ready to shoot!"

"Oh baby yes." She spread her cunt lips wide for him. When she leaned back
the vibe had slipped out. Her fingers held her pussy wide open. "Stroke your
cock. Shoot your hot load right on my pussy. Right here." Her middle finger
slowly stroked her clit while her other fingers held her wide open.

Tim moved up, positioning his cock near her pussy. "OH yes! Oh I'm gonna
cum!"

"Shoot it baby shoot your cum!" The first blast erupted from his cock,
landing right on her open cunt. "Oh yes!" she squealed in delight. "Spunk
all over my cunt! Cum all over my pussy! Do it!" Tim pumped, causing wave
after wave of hot semen to land on her pussy. As his body stopped quivering,
he shook the last few drops off on to her hungry twat.

"Oh yeah baby." Hope began rubbing his cum into her pussy. She swirled her
hand all over, rubbing his spunk into her open vagina. Moving with expert
practice, her fingers soon rubbed her to another cum. "Ummm." she said,
moving her wet fingers to her mouth. "Love that taste."

"Me too." Tim said, picking her up by the ass and lifting her to the van
seat. He moved between her legs and dove in, ramming his face right up her
pussy. His tongue moved hungrily over her cunt, lapping it all up. Hope was
going crazy as Tim's tongue brought her orgasm after orgasm. Her screams
echoed inside the small van, turning them both on even more. Finally she
could take no more. Pushing his head back she took a deep breath and uttered
"whoa sailor! Time out."

He sat back, grinning, as she fell back against the seat. "Wow! That is one
talented tongue!"

"Thanks. I like to keep in practice."

Hope noticed his penis had grown hard again. She slipped off the seat, and
motioned for him to take her place. As he sat she leaned in and said "Well
bucko, I guess I'll just have to show you that you're not the only person in
the van with a talented tongue!"

Leaning in, she practically inhaled his penis. Hope's tongue went wild,
swirling all over his stiff meat. She spent the next twenty minutes giving
his crotch a tongue bath, licking and sucking on each testicle gently, then
gobbling up his slick prick with rough motions. "OH FUCK! I'm gonna blow!"
he warned.

Hope moved, wrapping her ample tits around his cock. Her tongue flicked over
the end of his penis when he shuddered, then began cum. Hot ropes of cum
landed on Hope's face, tongue, and tits. His body was wracked with pleasure
/ pain as she kept sucking his cock even as he was cumming. He tried pulling
her off, but she would not be deterred. Finally he gave one last violent
shudder and shot an extra forceful load into her mouth.

She stopped for a second, to let him stop shaking, then gently licked up the
cum from his crotch. Leaning back, she got a wicked smile on her face. "NOW
will you tell me what this is about?"

Tim shook his head. "Not yet. Friday. Joe's Bar, down the road. 8 pm."

"It's a date, stud puppy!"


To be continued....


Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - Part 1

The group had gathered around the table in the back corner of Joe's Bar.
Thunder roared ominously outside, as rain pelted the nearly empty bar. Kevin
and Jeannie were against the back wall. Next to them were Pete, then Pam.
Jim was seated next to Pam, with Krystyna standing behind him so she could
run to the bar if needed. They were trading notes, waiting on Tim to show up
when Hope came into the bar.

"Oh shit!" Kevin said, ducking low. "It's that security chick from the
graveyard."

"Where?" Pam asked, craning her neck to get a good view. "Oh, there she is!"
Pam exclaimed, waving. At the same moment Hope noticed them and came running
up.

"Hey! I know you people!" She shook her finger at Kevin and Pete. "You dirty
rats, leaving me like that."

"Uh, well, um..." Kevin stammered.

"Yeah, well, you see..." Pete added.

"Hey! You're from the graveyard. I'll bet you are here to meet Tim too!"

"You're here to meet Tim? How do you know him?" Clarisse asked interestedly,
and perhaps a bit jealously.

"I used to guard the paper at night. And I saw him last night."

"Last night?" Clarisee asked in a chilly voice.

"Yeah, at the graveyard. I was guarding it. We... um.. well we had a nice
talk in the van."

"Hmm, looks like he and I are going to have to have a nice talk." Clarisse
muttered.

Hope took a chair, and asked "So what's this all about?"

The group began filling her in. Half an hour later, Tim finally showed up,
breathless. "People." he exclaimed, falling in a chair between Clarisee and
Hope. "We are in deep shit."

"At least one of us is." Clarisse said, giving him a dirty look.

"Um. " Tim said, glancing at her, and seeing her looking back and forth
between him and Hope. "Yes, well, we can talk about that later. Much more
important things right now. First question, how is Sue doing?"

"Not good." Pam answered.

"Yeah." added Jeannie. All she wants to do is stay in her room and
masturbate. You wouldn't believe what Clarisse had to do to get her to eat.
She kept putting bananas up her... um... well she got creative"

Tim glanced at her. "Well." she said defensively. "It was an emergency."

"OK, enough mystery." Kevin said, pounding the table. "What the hell is
going on?"

Tim took a deep sip of beer. A hush settled over the bar as they all turned
to him.

"This will take a bit of telling. Over the last few days I've been digging
in newspaper and library records. I've uncovered some stuff that is truly
unbelievable. If I hadn't seen stuff like this before, I wouldn't believe it
myself.

It all began in 1850. By now many of you are familiar with the name Jason
Wolfe. He was an immigrant farmer, working hard to make a name for himself.
He had the misfortune of falling in love with the Pastors daughter.

The Pastor, Ezikiah Goodfellow, was strict, and something of a bigot. He did
not approve of his daughter being with "lowlife" like Wolfe. Seems Wolfe was
descended from a long line of gypsies who used to travel the hillsides of
Transylvania."

"Transylvania?" Interrupted Hope. "You mean like Dracula?"

"Yeah, I thought that was all made up." added Jim.

Tim shook his head negatively. "I can assure you, Transylvania was a real
place. And while the popular image of Dracula is a myth, it was quite based
on a real person and real events." He paused to take more beer, then
continued. "Anyway, Goodfellow's church was on the site of the abandon one
now. Wolfe was passionate about the daughter, whose name was Susan Anne. Or
Sue Anne for short."

Jeannie let out a gasp. "Anne is Sue's middle name." she said in a low
whisper.

Tim nodded. "Wolfe was determined though. He and Sue used to meet in the
church late at night. One fateful night in 1850 they let their passions get
the best of them. They wound up making love in the front pews. "

"And they got caught?" Pete prompted.

Tim nodded again. "Yes, Goodfellow saw the lights and came to investigate.
Fearing thieves, he had brought along a gun. Naturally he went nuts when he
found them. Called her all sorts of names."

Jim interrupted. "Um, just how do you know all this?"

"Mostly from Goodfellows own diary. The rest from the other sources I
mentioned. But I'll get to that later."

Tim went on. "Wolfe and Goodfellow grappled, fighting over the gun. You can
all predict what happened next. Like the classic story, the gun went off
killing Sue Anne. Goodfellow stood there, stunned. Around them a fire
started. During the struggle candles had been knocked over, setting the
church ablaze.

Jason ran to Sue Anne, picked up her limp form, and carried her away from
the fire. Cut off, Goodfellow could only watch as Wolfe made his way up the
belfry stairs. Pushed back by the heat, Goodfellow eventually stumbled
outside.

Our Reverend could make out Wolfe's form, holding his daughter's body under
the bells. Both still naked, of course. The rising heat caused the bells to
begin to ring, but over the noise Goodfellow could hear Wolfe utter a final
curse as the flames roared around them.

Goodfellow went a bit batty, accounts say they found him sitting under a
tree,  a glassy eyed stare on his face. He then lapsed into "fever" as the
paper of the day put it. When he recovered about a month later, he related
the public story you have all heard. That he found Wolfe trying to woo his
daughter, her refusing, and he committing suicide. Wolfe said his daughter
ran away in shame. I guess he couldn't deal with having killed his daughter,
and convinced himself she had just run off."

"Wow, what a weird tale." Pam said as Tim paused to take a drink of beer.

"Oh, it's not over, not by far." Tim continued. As you know, the church was
rebuilt by 1852. Only it wasn't the current building, like we all thought.
Another wood structure was built."

The group reacted in amazement. "What happened to it?" Clarisse asked over
the murmurs.

"Fast forward to 1901. The bells, having been cleaned up, are placed in the
belfry as part of the anniversary of the rebuilt church. Now it gets weird.
By compiling newspaper reports and personal accounts, I determined that over
the course of the next year, strange things happened. Odd things were seen
floating in the graveyard. The bells would toll for no reason.

I found sketchy reports of local girl, Sue Ellen Driskoll, who began acting
in weird ways. The newspaper account says she came down with a touch of
fever, and went insane. Among other things she claimed to have taken lover,
which no one had ever seen."

"Let me guess," Jim asked, "his name was Wolfe?"

"Don't know, I never saw any reference to his name. All I know is that
shortly before Halloween, 1902 they found her standing on top of the church.
It was on fire, and she was standing there with a torch in her hand. She was
screaming manically that she was saving them all. Her laughter was heard
over the bells. Towns people watched in horror as the whole structure
collapsed under her. "

"Geezus." Kevin muttered, the only one to break the silence while Tim
drained his beer.

"Then they rebuilt the church, right?" Krystyna asked, setting a fresh glass
down in front of Tim. He nodded.

"Right, but not until 1904. I found a clipping with the grand opening,
including a mention of the bells being a continuation to the past."

"Wait a minute." Kevin interrupted. "I didn't take engineering in college
for nothing. By your account those bells had been in two fires. Why weren't
they melted, or at least warped? The fire had to be pretty hot."

Tim shrugged. "You got me. I would have thought so, but I've laid hands on
them, just today on my way over here. They look brand new."

"Can't be." Kevin insisted. "It doesn't make sense."

"Neither does the fact that Pastor Goodfellows body looks like he died
yesterday. 150  year old corpses are normally dust, yet he looks ready to
get up and waltz."

"That's right!" Hope interjected. "I saw him with my own eyes!" The group
stared at him, mouths agape.

"You... opened his coffin?" Clarisse finally asked, incredulous.

"Had to. That was where I found the diary, which finally put the pieces of
the puzzle together."

"So what happened next?" urged Kevin.

"Well, that's where this cycle seems to have setup. 1850, Church burns down.
51 years later, weird stuff occurs. Then, a year after that, someone goes
bonkers and again the church burns down. OK, fast forward to 1952. Odd
things have been happening. Once again, things have been seen moving in the
graveyard. Weird lights in the belfry. Bells begin ringing, all on their
own.

So the towns folk decide to have a prayer vigil. Friday night, October 31,
1952. I'm not entirely clear on what happened, most of this I got from a guy
at the mental hospital up in Springville. According to him, spirits flooded
the church invading the bodies of the small congregation. "

"Let me guess, they started killing each other." Asked Pete, a little
sarcastically.

"Nope." replied Tim, a smirk on his face. "They had an orgy."

"An ORGY?" cried the group, almost in unison.

"Yep."  Tim said, licking the foam from his lip. "An orgy. Our calm,
reserved, 1952 church goes threw off the clothes and had a wild night of
sex. Trashed the place in the process. When the church bells struck
midnight, they all snapped to their senses at once. Embarrassed, they fled.
The next day the Pastor, along with the town leadership padlocked the doors.
The Saturday paper for November first of that year claimed it was due to an
infectious outbreak."

"Then what happened?" Pam asked, on the edge of her seat.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" cried the group again.

'Nothing. Nada. Zip. No fire, no more sightings, it all just stopped."

Pam asked the question on everyones mind. "Why?"

"This is a guess, but I'd have to say it was the absence of a focal point.
No woman named Sue was in the town."

"That's a little hard to believe." Jeannie said. "Sue has always been a
popular name."

"Not in this town." Tim said grimly. "I spent hours going over the birth
records. Since 1901, there has been no female born in this town with the
name Sue, Susan, Anne, or any name even close."

"Too weird." Pam said.

Jeannie snapped her fingers. "But wait! Sue wasn't born here! She moved here
from up north."

"That's right." Tim said. "All of you were transferred here when the
newspaper decided to consolidate it's corporate offices and handle all of
it's papers from this office. I think I was the only one born here."

"And me." Hope said in a hushed voice. The group gave her an odd look. "Oh
migod. It all makes sense now."

"What does?" Clarisse asked.

"When I was a kid, I had just gotten a new doll. I had decided to name it
Suey. Mom freaked out. Told me that was not a good name for a doll, and I
was never to use it again. I never could get her to explain. Now it makes
sense."

"Let me get this straight." Kevin said. "150 years ago this dude gets pissed
off and lays some sort of curse as he is dying. Then every so often everyone
freaks out at the church? How do you know all this?"

"My facts were assembled from newspaper clippings, court house records,
tomes on Transylvanian folklore, and the journals of past town officials.
Oh, and a few documents that were supposedly sealed. Fortunately the court
clerks weren't real attentive to what documents I was retrieving."

"But why?"

"And what does Sue have to do with it?" Jeannie added.

"That answer came from this." Tim pulled the rubbings out of his backpack
and laid them on the table. "These came from the bells. A day at the state
university library in Springville told me what they are.

Apparently, what Wolfe uttered was an ancient Transylvanian death curse,
specifically one for denied lovers. He harkened back to his gypsy roots,
conjured up all his grief, and let it fly."

"What's it do?" someone asked.

"Apparently it houses the lovers souls in some inanimate object. In this
case, the bells. When conditions are right, they attempt to become reborn,
so they can live out their lives together.

To accomplish this, they need a conduit. That's where Sue comes in. When the
moment is right, they will be reborn through her."

"So what happens to her?" asked Pam.

"Don't know, but it doesn't sound good. The process drove Sue Ellen Driskoll
insane a hundred years ago."

The group sat in silence for a minute, reflecting. Then Kevin asked "But
what's with the weird shit that's been seen? It doesn't sound like part of
Wolfe's curse."

Tim shook his head. "It's not. Seems Mr. Wolfe is not the only one versed in
curses. In his diary, Goodfellow reveals this little tale. Shortly before he
died he recovered his senses and related the real story to his devoted
secretary, who was writing as he dictated. Including the dying words of
Wolfe.

Well, turns out his secretaries parents were immigrated from yup,
Transylvania, and he recognized the dialect. The secretary finds out just
what the curse was from his mom, and relates it to Goodfellow without
revealing his sources. I know all this by the way, from a post script
confession in the diary, made by the secretary after Goodfellow died.

Anyway, the secretary, a fellow names Goszka, creates his own curse to try
to stop Wolfe's spell. It's what lets all the nasties out, to try and stop
Wolfe and his lady from escaping. I guess he thought he was doing his master
a favor."

"Do you think they could be what drove the Driskoll girl nuts?" asked
Krystyna as she brought refills for everyone.

Tim shrugged. "Could be. Hell, the whole things all tangled up by this
point."

Pete jumped in. "How did you find out about the diary anyway?"

"Again from Goszka. He went on to become a town councilman and historian,
and the local library contains most of his writings. It was there I found
out about the connection between him and Goodfellow. In some correspondence
to his brother, I found a reference to 'putting his mentors story to rest
with him, where it would never be seen again.' Then it was just putting two
and two together."

"OK OK. So," Jeannie said impatiently, "how do we save Sue?"

"Easy." Tim answered, grinning. "We have an orgy!"


Chapter 7 - Part 2

The group stared at Tim with slack jaws. Finally Clarisse broke the silence.
"You can't be serious."

Tim sat down his glass. "But I am. I know it sounds dumb, but the Wolfe
curse feeds off sexual energy. It uses it to gather strength in an effort to
escape. Hence the 1952 orgy. Unfortunately there was no focal point, and the
escape failed. Haven't you all wondered why you got so horny at the church,
and did some of the kinky things you did?"

The group looked at each other in an embarrassed silence. Tim went on. "Now
we have to have a three pronged approach. First, Hope, are you going to be
working Friday night?"

"Halloween? Yeah, I'm scheduled for that night."

"Good. Then we'll be able to pull this off without that hinderance. OK, we
need to get Sue to the church. Then, some of us need to have that orgy I
mentioned. We have got to create a lot of sexual energy, especially with
her.

Prong two. The bells, we have got to get the bells back to the church and
into the belfry. Any ideas?"

"Sure." Kevin said. "There's a flatbed truck at the paper, I can borrow it
easy enough. But what do we do, just steal 'em?"

"Why not? The warehouse is never guarded, and they really aren't owned by
anyone, having been abandoned a long time back. "

"Well OK then, I guess Pete and I can manage that. We can rig a pulley to
haul them up to the roof." Pete nodded his agreement with Kevin.

"Good. OK, now comes the tricky part. Just as the bells strike midnight, we
need some way to destroy them. That should release the energy, freeing them
and ending all this."

"Just how do you propose to do that? The things already been through two
fires." asked Kevin.

Jim snapped his fingers. "Dynamite!"

"Should work." replied Tim. "The explosion should at least crack the bells,
if not totally destroy them. But I don't happen to have any."

"I do!" Jim said. "Wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't."

"You keep dynamite lying around?" Krystyna asked, a little surprised at her
boyfriend.

"Sure, well half a case. Remember last year when I cleared my back property
and had all those stumps left? It was cheaper to by the whole case. Still
have some left."

"Whoa! Wait a hairy minute!" yelled Pete. "You're going to set off an
explosion with us right underneath? No fucking way!"

"Hey, fuck you." Jim said. "I wasn't a demo man in the SEALS for nothing.
And you can tell I'm a good one too." He raised his hands and wiggled his
fingers. "I can still count to ten! I'll rig the charge to blow straight up.
Worst that will happen is the roof might catch on fire, but we'll be fine.
Have plenty of time to get out."

"Hold on a fucking minute." Hope jumped in. "You mean to fucking tell me you
are going to fucking blow up the fucking building I'm supposed to be fucking
guarding?! Geezus, I was right, you are gonna get me fucking fired."

"Don't worry." Tim said confidently, patting her arm. "I'll think of
something."

"Um, not to sound pessimistic, but aren't we forgetting something?" Jeannie
asked nervously. "What about all the creepy crawlies. Aren't they going to
try and stop us?"

"Yep. That's why I have this." For the last time, Tim reached into his
backpack and pulled out an amulet. "This gizmo is supposed to be a glyph of
warding. When I speak the spell..." he laid a sheet of paper on the table
then continued "it should put us in a protective bubble of sorts. Keeps out
the nasties."

"Will it work?" Jeannie asked.

Tim shrugged. "Only one way to find out." He smiled, as outside lightening
illuminated the sky and thunder shook the building.

To be continued....


Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - Part 1

As Tim had predicted, Kevin and Pete had no problems appropriating the
bells. Using the power winch they loaded the bells onto the flatbed truck
and were gone from the warehouse in less than ten minutes.

With Jim's help they then got the bells into the church and up into the
belfry. This was a difficult task, not only from the darkness and years of
pigeon shit which made it slippery, but from the weather. The wind was
howling, leaves were blowing everywhere. Lightening could be seen in the
distance. Persistence though, and some engineering won out and they had the
bells in place in a little under an hour.

Jim then set the charges, and ran the trigger back down into the ruined
sanctuary. The trio then exited the building and found Tim standing beside
Hope's van, talking with her and Clarisse. At that moment Pam's car drove
up. She got out, then helped Jeannie pull Sue out of the back.

Sue was in rough shape. A blanket was draped over her shoulders, but they
could tell she was nude underneath. Jeannie and Pam were helping her to
walk, a difficult task since Sue had one hand between her legs.

"OK." Tim announced. "It's time. Everyone knows the drill. We are going to
take Sue inside. I'll cast the glyph, then we'll start the... well the sex.
Sue is to be the main focus, she's the one we need to get off as much as we
can. The more we can make her orgasm the better.

Jim, when you hear the bells start to toll, grab the detonator, but don't
set if off. Wait until I say NOW before you blow it. The timing has to be
just right. Once it blows, we grab Sue and everyone hustles back outside. We
meet right here. Afterward, we all claim we saw lightening strike the
church."

"Good night for it." Pete commented, looking at the sky.

"Any questions?" Tim asked.

Jeannie raised her hand. "There's quite a few of us, what if we have trouble
touching Sue?"

"Then touch anyone you can reach. Keep the sexual energy going. Any one
else?" No one spoke. Tim patted a pile of old blankets. "I brought these
along, I recommend we get undressed out here, since there probably won't be
much time when the shit hits the fan. We can put the blankets on the floor
once we're in there, and can just leave 'em if need be."

Saying so, he began to undress. The rest of the group hesitated, then did
likewise piling their clothes into Hope's van. Hope had unlocked the
churches front door, making it easier for the group to get in. Tim led the
way, with Clarisse and Hope behind him. Pam and Jeannie came next,
supporting Sue between them. Kevin and Pete followed behind, with Jim and
Krystyna in the rear.

The group moved in until they were towards the front, between the front pews
and the stage. Tim laid his blanket on the floor, then motioned for the
girls to lie Sue down on it. Kevin and Pete meanwhile were lighting candles
in a circle around them. Soon an eerie light bathed the room.

The group dropped their blankets, and gathered around Sue, everyone touching
some part of her. Satisfied with what he saw, Tim stepped up and straddled
her midsection. He raised the amulet above his head, and recited the
incantation to start the glyph of warding. As he finished a cool breeze ran
through the room, chill on their bare skin and causing the candles to
flicker.

A fog seemed to creep in the room suddenly, but appeared to stop at the
circle of candles. Odd sounds began to make it to their ears, almost shrieks
heard at a very far distance. Every so often they could make out a
shimmering shape, floating in the fog. Tim looked down and nodded. "Lets
start."

He then stepped back as Pete moved between Sue's legs and slid his manhood
inside her hungry vagina. Jeannie laid beside her and began licking on Sue's
tits. Pam straddled Sue's face, facing Pete and opening her pussy lips to
Sue's eager tongue. Kevin stepped up beside Pam, who grabbed his cock and
began to suck. Krystyna wiggled between Kevin's legs and began working on
Sue's other tit, while Jim dropped to his knees behind her. Pulling Krystyna
up to her knees he began fucking her doggy style.

Tim had intended to hold himself in reserve, but Hope and Clarisse
approached him, holding hands. They grabbed him and each gave him a kiss,
their chubby bodies pressing against his. In unison they dropped to their
knees and began running their tongues over his now very erect prick.

"I'm gonna blow!" yelled Pete. They watched as he pulled his cock out and
shot a huge blast of cum into the air. The first of the spunk hit Jeannie
right in the face and on Sue's tit. The rest landed on Sue's soft belly. Pam
let out a big groan, letting the group know she too had orgasmed. Shaking,
she fell off Sue's face breathing hard.

"My turn." said Kevin, replacing Pete at Sue's pussy. Jim moved from behind
Krystyna and shoved his cock into Sue's face. Sucking deeply she deep
throated him like a champion cock sucker. As Jeannie had sat up to wipe the
cum out of her eyes, Pam rolled over and replaced her on Sue's tit.

Meanwhile, Clarisse and Hope had moved into a sixty nine, lying beside Pam.
Clarisse was on top, eating Hope's shaved pussy while she in turn licked
Clarisse's hairy muff. Seeing he wasn't needed yet, Tim dropped to his knees
behind Clarisse. Sliding his cock in from behind he felt the dual sensation
of Clarisse's wet hole and Hope running her tongue over his cock and
Clarisse's clit.

Wanting to be useful, Jeannie moved beside Pete. She started by kissing him,
then sucking his nipples while stroking his pussy soaked cock. She then
moved down, pulling his semi-soft cock into her mouth. Jeannie delighted in
the mixture of Sue's pussy juice and Pete's residual cum. In a few minutes
she was smiling as she had Pete hard again, and ready for more action.

Which was good, because over her shoulder she heard the familiar sound of
Kevin's grunts, telling her he was cumming. He pulled back, aiming his load
right at Sue's wet cunt. Hot sperm slammed against her clit, causing her to
quiver. "Me too!" Jim groaned, firing off his load into Sue's mouth. Much of
his big load landed on her pretty face.

Clarisse and Hope moved, pushing Kevin out of the way. Together, the duo
shoved their faces into Sue's crotch, licking off Kevin's spunk and getting
big mouthfuls of Sue's cum. One of them worked a finger up Sue's ass, while
the other finger fucked her pussy, their tongues never missing a beat. Tim
grinned as he saw them playing with each other's plump asses as well.

Krystyna and Pam moved up to lick Jim's spunk off of Sue's face. Their
tongues swirled around Sue's as they lapped up the tasty mixture. Liking the
view, and by now badly in need of a cum, Tim stood and put one leg to either
side of Sue's hips. Seeing his intentions, Jeannie jumped up and stood
beside him. She began kissing him while stroking his long cock. It only took
a brief moment before his load was flying out, landing on Sue's tits and
belly. Jeannie dove on, lying over Krystyna's body and licking up Tim's
spunk from Sue's flesh.

Sue had long ago lost conscious thought. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed
through her body as orgasm after orgasm went through her. Her body shook and
jumped as each cum came faster and faster.

Kevin, Pete, and Jim were gathered around the girls, enjoying the scene and
stroking their boners when Tim stepped up. Only he had noticed the noisy din
that wafted around the perimeter. He noted with apprehension the large
number of shapes floating in the fog. He could barely make out the rest of
the church, outside the candle lit area. "It's working!" he yelled above the
racket, "but we're running out of time. We've got to increase the pace and
do something really wild."

"What have you got in mind?" Kevin yelled back. Tim quickly told them of his
idea. They moved down, pushing the girls off of Sue. Kevin, being the
stockiest, lied on his back beside her. Jim and Pete picked up Sue and laid
her on top of Kevin, her back to his chest, her ample ass to his erection.

Getting the idea, Pam and Jeannie knelt to either side and held Sue's legs
wide. Jeannie leaned over and guided Kevin's prick to Sue's asshole. Wet, he
slid in easily. Jim then dropped to his knees and got in front of Sue's
pussy. Pam took his cock and moved it into Sue's pussy until it was buried
all the way. Pete then moved over, dropping to his knees beside Sue's head,
His long schlong was quickly gobbled up by sex crazed Sue.

Tim looked over, and saw that skinny Krystyna with her A cup tits was
sandwiched between the chubby pair of clarissa and Hope, their huge tits
squishing the small blonde. The three were writhing around, using some of
the double headed dildos Tim had brought along. Clarisse had one end in her
fuzzy muff, the other in Krystyna's trimmed twat. From behind, the bigger
blonde Hope was ass fucking the smaller blonde with the other end in her
shaved slit.

As he reached down to pick up the detonator, he saw Pam and Jeannie crawl
toward him, their eyes crazed with lust. Pam knelt in front of him, taking
his cock into her eager mouth. Behind, he could feel Jeannie licking his
backside. In the dim light he could see their hands moving between his legs,
fingering each other's pussies.

In the distance, he suddenly heard a noise. Was it? Yes, there went another!
The bells had begun to ring. He looked down at Sue, whose body was writhing
in ecstasy from the three way fucking she was getting. "This is it!" he
screamed. Everyone get ready to cum. Wait for it... Wait for it..." He was
having problems concentrating from the blowjob Pam was giving him, but knew
he had to hang on. Eight. Nine bells. Ten. Eleven. "NOW!" he screamed.

On cue, all ten came. Clarisse, Hope, and Krystyna all screamed, shaking and
quivering together. Kevin let out a deep grunt as his cock exploded deep
inside Sue's ass. "Fuck yes!" Jim shouted, pumping his cum into Sue's
already soaked pussy. Pete shook, but made no sound as he splattered his
load over Sue's face and tongue.

Under him, Tim felt Pam and Jeannie shaking as their practiced fingers
brought each other to climax. Pam came hard, and in doing so bit into Tim's
cock. This triggered Tim, who shot his cum right down Pam's throat. Wracked
with pain / pleasure, Tim fought to concentrate. As he heard the twelfth
bell toll, he heard Sue screaming "I'm cumming ohmigod oh FUCK I AM
CUMMING". He pressed the button with all his strength.


Chapter 8 - Part 2

A deafening explosion rocked the church, knocking everyone into a heap on
the floor. Before they could recover a second explosion followed the first.
"Is everyone OK?" Tim asked, as they began to get up. He noticed the fog was
gone, the air unnaturally still. Most of the candles had been blown out, but
enough still burned he could see.

As they were still getting up, an ominous creaking noise suddenly broke the
silence. "Uh oh." Jeannie said. "I don't think I like the sound of that."

"It's probably just..." Kevin began. Unfortunately he never completed his
sentence. They dove to the floor again as the ceiling towards the entrance
of the church caved in. A huge oak beam came crashing down on one side,
ablaze with fire.

"Quick!" Tim yelled, "Everyone out!" He handed Kevin the flashlight,
ordering him to lead the way. The girls followed him out the back past the
old kitchen. Jim and Pete scooped up Sue, supporting her on either side. Tim
went last, taking time to recover the amulet. As started to exit the rear
door of the sanctuary, something made him pause and look back. He stood,
amazed at what he saw. Then another piece of ceiling fell, snapping him back
to his senses, and he ran through the darkness.

He jogged up to the cars, where they had gathered around Sue. "I'm OK, I'm
OK." she was saying.

"Are you really?" Jeannie was asking.

"Yeah, you really had us worried." Clarisse said.

"Any ill effects?" Tim asked.

"Well, I'm a little hungry. I feel like I've been in a fog the last few
weeks. And my ass hurts and I have a funny taste in my mouth. But boy, my
pussy sure does feel good!" Laughter erupted from the group. In the distance
they could hear sirens.

"Uh oh." said Hope. We'd better get dressed, and you people better get out
of here." She glanced at the old church, totally engulfed in flames. "I got
some explaining to do." she said glumly.


Chapter 8 - Part 3 - Epilog

Excerpt from Tim's journal:

And that friends is the true story of what really happened to the old church
and the bells. The Haunted Bells.

Turns out lightening really did hit the church, at the moment we set off the
explosion. It also knocked out the local cell phone service, which got Hope
off the hook for any problems. She's back at the newspaper, watching the
night desk and keeping me in line.

Oh, and as for the bells. Well, the authorities never did find one of them,
and are still baffled as to how they got to be there. The other split right
in half. Wouldn't you know it, one half landed right on top of old
Goodfellows crypt. Flattened it to the ground. The other landed right on top
of a marble slab labeled Jason Wolfe, with interestingly enough no damage.

Coincidences? Well, you can believe that if you want gentle reader. I have
my suspicions otherwise. Oh, and I can tell you we were successful, if the
figures I glimpsed floating up through the blaze were any indication. Not
that I expect you'll believe it. I'm not sure I do.

All I can say is, I think dad would be proud of me for keeping up the family
tradition of good reporting.

  -- Tim Kolchak.



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