HHH/A.J. Showder

From Create Your Own Story

It's been a rough day. Just before you left for work this morning, your labrador Trixie got loose. You didn't have time to chase her, so she's been out all day. Worse yet, your boss insisted on finishing the house frame and plumbing today, so you had to stay late.

By the time you got home at six thirty, Trixie had been out for almost twelve hours. She could have been anywhere. Fortunately, one of your neighbors caught sight of her at about six and told you she was in the neighborhood of the old, abandoned mansion up on the hill. You got your flashlight and headed out that way. It was already starting to get dark, but you were really worried about her. Then, to put the cherry on top, after you got out of your truck and started walking around looking for her, it started raining, then seriously pouring.

By this point, you were on the mansion grounds, and it looked like the best place to stay dry was on the mansion's porch. When you got there, you thought you heard voices inside, so you tried the door.

You go into the mansion and see a scrawny kid with a shaggy mess of brown hair, probably a student at C.U. He was talking to Mrs. Dylan, who runs the cafe in town. As always when you see her, your eyes are drawn to her fantastic tits for a moment. You shake yourself out of it quickly and ask, "Have you guys seen a dog?"

They both say no, and you tell them you've been looking for her since she got out this morning. "What is this place, anyway?" you finish.

The scrawny kid answers, "Well, some of the highly reliable stories around town say it's haunted because of some murders." His snotty sarcasm is irritating as hell. You already don't like him.

Mrs. Dylan replies, "There's a lot more to this house than those silly stories. The Sprye family was one of the founders of this town and---"

This sounds like it could go on for a long time if you don't cut in quick. "OK, I didn't ask for a history lesson. I'm A.J. by the way."

"My name's Steve."

"I'm Jennifer. And no, I'm not Jenn."

There's a sudden, frantic knocking at the door behind you. "I didn't see anyone out there," you say.

"Well let them in! Can't you hear the wind?" says Steve. Damn, this kid is pushy!

You open the door, and outside is standing a wisp of a girl. You could probably pick her up over your head one-handed. The rain has thoroughly soaked her white tee shirt, and you can plainly see her bra through it.