Haunted Hydrangeas
Miami Beach
June 22nd 1982
Miami Beach, Florida
Sears, Mall of the Americas
1:42 am
“What is with all the pastels?” Chole asked as they made their way through the men’s department.
“I like to think of the 80’s as the pre-adolescent of American pop culture. Followed by the angry teen of the 90’s and the self entitled young adult of the 2000’s.” Micha answered as they moved through the department store.
“It should be this way.” Micha said as he headed towards the shipping and receiving area. Chole glanced at her arm band, the red dot started beeping faster.
As they found their way downstairs past the boiler room and into the dark underbelly of the mall, there was a sound. The sound of heavy breathing.
“Make sure that’s loaded.” Micha said to Chole pointing at her weapon, she double checked that the silver bullet was loaded and ready.
“Check.” She said as her arm band began chirping loudly. It came at them at a full run, panting and growling as it charged.
“Fire!” Yelled Micha. Chole pulled the trigger, the silver bullet went flying and struck the beast square in the chest. It slammed into Chole knocking her to the ground, as it let out a horrifying scream.
Micha rushed over to them, pulling the beast off of her, and helping her back to her feet. “You good?”
“I think so.” She said looking herself over to see if she had been injured at all. Chole checked her arm band, the screen was cracked and the little red light was no longer blinking. “Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I am afraid we might be stuck here.” She said holding up her wrist to show the broken transporter.
La Dame Blanche
The soft silk gown gave off an iridescent shine, like a fresh picked pearl still wet from the sea. Making her way down the cobbled streets, her bare feet gliding along the smooth, cool stones. Moonlight peeked through the dark cloudy sky. A gust of wind blew her dark curls back from her porcelain skin. Stopping in front of a simple cottage as the church bells rang out, the stroke of midnight. A lantern was lit and Mr. Burks opened the door, moving to the side, allowing her to enter.
Mr. Allen Burks was a working man of 35, his wife Jenny lay asleep upstairs, lost in her own dreamland of white stallions and broad shouldered young men. Allen placed the lantern on the kitchen table and stood in front of her, he gently ran his hand along her shoulder and down her arm. He gazed into her green eyes as he lowered himself down in front of her. He moved her silk gown up to her waist as she leaned against the kitchen table. He buried himself in between her soft, warm thighs. Indulging in her taste. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back and enjoyed his tonguing.
Allen moved up her body, taking down his trousers, he kissed her deeply as he slid inside her. Fill me… She whispered into his ear as he thrusted deep into her. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she left.
As the church bells rang out in the cool autumn night, she stood before another cottage. Mr. Lee Thomas lit a lantern and opened the door. Lee was a strapping young man of 23; he lived alone, and had been awaiting her arrival. He took a seat on a wooden kitchen chair. She knelt down in front of him. She relieved him of his trousers, taking his throbbing cock into her mouth. He let out a groan as she sucked. As soon as she could taste him, she stood up, pulled up her gown, straddled his hips and slid him into her. Feel me… She moaned into his ear, as she moved her hips back and forth against him. He grabbed the back of her head, filling his fist with her dark curls, and kissing her deeply. She let out a moan as she came. He stood up and laid her across the table, thrusting into her, coming deep in her. She kissed him lightly on the cheek as she left.
The clouds had parted and the moonlight covered the ground as she made her way to the last cottage. The church bells rang out once again as she waited for Mr. Richard Martin to light his lantern. Richard, an older gentleman of 50, widowed only a few months prior, opened the door for her. He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bed. Richard removed her gown and laid her on the bed. He disrobed and joined her.
He kissed her gently, making his way down her neck, across her collarbone and to her breasts. Running his tongue across her hard nipple, he took her into his mouth and sucked. As his hand found its way in between her thighs, he slid his fingers into her. She let out a moan as he worked his fingers in and around her. He moved on top of her, sliding his cock into her. Moving with her, thrusting into her, making her cry out for him. Please, please fill me… She begged. He held her close, gave her a grin, as he thrusted deep into her, filling her.
She fell asleep in Richard’s bed as the church bells rang out, the stroke of three. Many cycles of the moon later, on a bitter cold autumn night she gave birth to a girl. She named her Faith.
Crazy Train
“Must not forget my shaving kit.” George Allen mumbled to himself as he finished packing for his business trip to Ridgeville. He was only going to be gone for four days but wanted to make sure he had everything he needed to be presentable to the board of directors. He was pitching his idea for a new ad campaign, the company had been in the red since February and Mr. Bennet had personally asked George to come up with something that would ‘wow them’.
George finished packing, slipped on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. “Did you get your jacket?” Heather asked as George descended the stairs. “Yes dear, I have it right here.” He said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. So that Heather would have the car for the week, and since it was a sunny warm day in mid April George chose to walk the three blocks to the train station. “Have a safe trip.” Heather said, giving George a kiss on the cheek. “Yes dear.” George said, opening the front door and heading out.
He headed down the walk and took a left onto the sidewalk. He started up Orchard avenue, humming to himself as he strolled along. When he got to the top of Orchard avenue he took a left onto Washington Street and headed down hill towards the station. George was about halfway down Washington Street when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his shoulder blade. He turned around seeing a tall skinny man standing behind him as he sank to his knees from the pain. George is slightly aware as a black cargo van pulls up beside them. The skinny man grabs George around the middle and hoists him into the van.
…All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me, occupy my brain?..
Played, as George opened his eyes, he was surrounded by darkness. His head throbbed, he went to move and realized that his hands were handcuffed to the bed posts. Moving his leg he quickly realized that his ankles were shackled as well.
“What the fuck!” He yelled out to the empty room.
The overhead fluorescent lights snapped on, George closed his eyes. “Georgey, Georgey, Georgey.” The tall skinny man said as he entered the basement. George blinked rapidly trying to focus on the voice. “I’m Chad and that’s Dennis.” Chad said pointing over to a heavy set man holding a video camera in the far corner of the basement. “What the hell is going on?” George yelled out. Chad stood next to the bed and placed the end of a leather riding crop against George’s mouth. “Shhhh…” Chad said as he ran the riding crop down George’s body. George became very aware of his nakedness as the riding crop passed his hip and trailed down his inner thigh.
Dennis had moved closer to the four post bed that held George, against his will. Panning the camera up and down his body. Chad raised the leather riding crop, a loud ‘snap’ rang out as he brought it down onto George’s thigh. “Fuck!” George screamed, his eyes watering from the sting. Chad and Dennis left the basement, flipping off the overhead fluorescents, once again the music filled the room.
…Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind…
“I Fucking hate Ozzy.” George screamed.
~ ~ ~ ~
“Wakey, wakey, Georgey.” Chad said lightly tapping George’s cheeks with the leather riding crop. George blinked, the overhead lights were on once again. Chad came into view, standing over him. He was dressed in a black latex bodysuit, it covered his body from toe to neck. His skinny body looking skeleton like sealed in the latex. There was a commotion over in the far corner, George turned his head. Dennis had knocked over a chair, and set it right. “You ready over there?” Chad asked, sounding annoyed. Dennis picked up his camera and nodded.
Chad opened a duffle bag that had been placed on a coffee table next to the bed. He took out a candle, lit it and set it on the end table next to the head of the bed. The musty basement smell was joined by the vanilla scent from the candle. He took out a long, rounded tube with a trigger handle on the end. “What the fuck is that?” George exclaimed. Chad looked over at him grinning. “They call this a human cattle prod.”
George squirmed against the bare mattress. “Knock it off!” Chad said. He pulled out a black whip with multiple long, knotted strands. Chad turned towards the bed bringing down the whip across George’s bare chest. “Fuck!” Chad struck him again, leaving long red streaks. He moved down striking George’s stomach and thighs. George struggled against the handcuffs and shackles trying to avoid the blows. Chad moved back up his body, striking his outstretched arms. Dennis had come closer standing about a foot from the bed.
Chad picked up the candle, he held it over George’s chest, and slowly dripped the hot wax down his red streaked chest. “FUCK!” George screamed. Chad set the candle back down. He picked up the cattle prod, running his hand along the smooth, rounded post.
Chad got on the bed, sitting in between George’s outstretched legs. He ran the end of the cattle prod up George’s inner thigh, stopping next to his balls. He pulled the trigger. George’s whole body tensed up and shuddered. Chad ran his latex covered fingers up George’s inner thigh and over his cock. Slowly stroking it. George tried to move away from Chad’s touch. But there was nowhere he could go. He glanced over at Dennis who was filming, and who definitely had a hard on watching this torture go down. Chad’s stroking increased in speed, squeezing the tip when he got to it. “Fuck.” George said, pushing his hips up against Chad’s hand.
Chad removed his hand and pulled the trigger, another jolt rushed through George’s body. George fell into darkness.
~ ~ ~ ~
George came to with the Prince of Darkness’ vocals screaming in his head.
All aboard!
Hahahahaha
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye…
Then he became aware of the warmth that was engulfing his cock. He raised his head looking down at his body to find Dennis hungrily sucking his cock. The overhead lights were still off and the music was still playing at full volume. Dennis sucked, licked and stroked as George laid there unable to fight back.
George closed his eyes and let himself cum, filling Dennis’ eager mouth. When he had finished Dennis got off of the bed, walked over to the head of the bed, whispered something into George’s ear and then stuck him in the neck with a hypodermic needle. George mumbled Dennis’ words to himself as he fell back into darkness.
George awoke to find himself in a motel room, fully dressed with his travel case and jacket.
“What the fuck.” He said sitting up on the bed, his head pounded. He found his shaving kit and some aspirin. He made his way to the bathroom, filled the plastic complementary cup with cool tap water and drowned the aspirin. He stood looking into the cracked mirror that hung over the sink. He unbuttoned his shirt and examined the red welts that covered the upper part of his chest.
George closed his eyes and Dennis’ words seeped back in. “Don’t go home. Heather knows about Rachel. This is her doing. Don’t go home.”
Encounter
The buzzing from the console pulled Becca from her dream. She opened her eyes glancing over at the communications console, as the red incoming message light flashed. She sat up swinging her bare legs over the side of the bed, before standing she looked at the sleeping body beside her and ran her hand across the back of his shoulder. She made her way over to the console and reached for the button to receive the incoming urgent message. As her fingertips brushed the button he grabbed her wrist. “Please don’t answer that.”
Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
“Captain Rebecca Lewis daily log 69: The biodome continues to thrive, the plants have adapted to the foreign soil and the ultraviolet light air converter has been successful so far in converting the planet’s saturated carbon dioxide atmosphere into breathable oxygen. A mark of the changing of the seasons is the outside surface temp has dropped from a comfortable 24 degrees celsius to a much cooler 4 degrees celsius.” Becca signed off from the daily log recording and took a deep breath.
Becca had been on the newly discovered planet they call Espérer for almost ten weeks. Ten long, lonely, quiet weeks. The daily routine of checking plants, taking data analysis and logging everything was starting to wear on her.
As she was getting ready to retire for the night the communications console buzzed. Becca pushed the incoming message button. “Captain Rebecca Lewis one Captain Neil Bristol will be joining you on Espérer soon.”
“Well of all the eligible people it had to be Neil.” Becca commented to herself.
As she laid in bed her thoughts drifted to a distant past. Rebecca had been ranked number two in her class at the Academy, only to be out done by one cocky, self centered Neil Bristol. During the graduation after party Neil had approached her, all full of himself, feeding her some line about how she should be with number one, meaning him. She blew him off, making her way over to her friends. Shortly after graduation came training, long hours of lectures paired with survival training and pilot training. For one of the training simulations six cadetes were put in a small rectangular room with wooden benches along each side. They sat as the room slowly grew warmer and the air got thinner. Becca was counting to herself as she took slow deep breaths, one, two, three in. one, two, three out. Neil was seated across from her his knees almost hitting hers. As she got back to three the small room started to spin, Becca could feel herself start to fall. Neil grabbed her, laying her down on the floor and starting mouth to mouth resuscitation. When Becca came too she thanked him and accepted his offer to grab dinner and a drink. Neil was sweet in the beginning, the closer they got to the end of training the more bitter he became. After training they were assigned to different programs and hadn’t seen each other since.
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Becca was making her daily rounds when she was startled by a loud buzz coming from the front airlock. She made her way to the camera and looked out at Captain Neil Bristol waving at the camera in his spacesuit. Becca took a deep breath and pushed the button opening the outer airlock door. Neil stepped inside and the door closed behind him. He removed his spacesuit, and made his way into the decontamination shower area. Becca watched the cameras as he undressed and entered the shower.
As Neil exited the shower Becca switched on the intercom. “There are clean clothes in the locker, to your left.”
Neil looked up at the camera and nodded. After getting dressed Neil entered the living habitat. “Captain Lewis, it’s been awhile.” He said taking a seat at the counter.
“Yes it has, nice to see you Captain Bristol.”
“Becca.” He said.
“Neil.” She answered, giving him a sideways look.
“Since we’re the only ones here I think you can call me Neil.”
“Fine, can I get you anything, Neil?”
“Something to eat and drink would be appreciated.”
~ ~ ~ ~
After eating Becca gave Neil a tour of the biodome. Explaining the in’s and out’s of the program, as she finished up her rounds and data entries. “You seem to have everything under control here.”
“It is still early in the program. We have to wait to see if the plants produce fruit and then hope that it’s editable.”
Neil began rummaging around in the cupboards in the living habitat. “Looking for something?” Becca asked. “I know you must have a stash of the real stuff somewhere. You know, for special occasions.”
“Top right, in the back.” She answered. Neil reached up and into the cupboard, finding a bottle of whisky. He poured two glasses and asked. “No chance there’s ice?”
“Nope.”
“Oh well this is still better than nothing, cheers.” He said, tipping his glass towards her and then downing it.
“Cheers.” Becca said before downing the whisky.
“Another?” Neil asked, holding up the bottle.
“Sure.”
Neil reached across the countertop, brushing a piece of Becca’s hair away from her cheek, moving it behind her ear. Becca closed her eyes as a shiver ran down her back from his touch. Neil came around the counter and stood beside her. He ran his hand up her bare arm, resting it on her shoulder. Becca moved into him running her hand across his chest and down his arm.
“It’s been awhile.” She breathed.
“Yes it has been.” He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. He kissed her gently on the lips. She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, he let out a moan and kissed her back.
Becca slid her hand into his and led him over to the bed. She removed the clip from her hair letting it fall over her shoulders. She slipped off her shoes, socks and pants. Neil undressed, then pulled Becca’s shirt off over her head.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and down her back. Kissing her neck and down to her breasts. Becca let out a moan when he latched his mouth over her breast, feeling him suck on her nipple. Her knees went weak and she fell back onto the bed taking Neil with her. He ran his hands down her body, slipping his fingers in between her thighs. Rubbing her pussy, then sliding his fingers inside her. She let out a moan arching her back against his hand. He moved up kissing her, she sucked on his tongue as his fingers worked her. Bringing her to a climax, as her juices spilled over his hand. He brought his dripping hand up to her lips, she slid his fingers into her mouth and sucked.
Becca pushed him onto his back and sat up next to him on the bed. She ran her hand down his body, sliding her hand around the base of his hard cock. She slowly stroked moving her hand up and down his shaft. She then leaned over sliding the tip of his cock in between her lips, and letting him slide into her mouth as she sucked. Letting her hand slide down, gently squeezing his balls, as she sucked harder. He let out a moan, tangling his hands into her hair. She sucked till she could taste his pre-cum, letting him go and licking his throbbing tip.
She straddled his hips, sinking down onto his cock. Feeling him in her, she moved her hips back and forth. He wrapped his arms around her and moved her off of him and on to her back. He moved onto her and thrusted into her. Burying his face against her neck whispering. “Feel me, fuck me, cum for me.”
Becca pushed up against him meeting his thrusts and fucking him. He kissed her deeply as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock, he came deep in her, filling her. Neil rolled over breathing deeply, he pulled her to him. Becca laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes and listened to him breathing.
~ ~ ~ ~
Becca looked up at Neil as he held her wrist to his chest. She reached over with her other hand and pushed the incoming message button and hears: “Captain Lewis we regret to inform you that Captain Neil Bristol’s space pod exploded during deployment. We’ll be sending someone soon to relieve you.” Becca stared into Neil’s eyes as they turned black.
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