The Fall Of Autumnsville - A Family Affair: Chapter 1: "Moving In" free porn video
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There just has not been anything I deemed up to par worth sharing. This
story, however, I think is definitely one of the best! It was written by
Car2nage and I. This is a reboot of an old story that I posted on this
site - The Fall of Autumnsville. I didn't particularly enjoy that story
simply because it felt like a rehash of every TG haunted house story
ever. This angle just feels better. I really hope you enjoy it!
The tags that mark this story are indicative of the story as a whole and
not chapter by chapter. This first chapter is simply one devoted to
setting things up, but I hope that will not turn you off to the immensely
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Chapter 1
"That's the last of them!"
Garrett Sanders had just finished unloading the last of his family's
possessions from the large U Haul truck. The middle aged man wiped his
brow, getting rid of the sweat that threatened to sting his eyes. Moving
- when was the last time he had done that? He couldn't even recall. To be
honest, he didn't think that he would ever have to do this again. To live
in a house for twenty years only to move suddenly wasn't exactly
something that he wanted to do, but circumstances change.
The man bent himself backwards, popping his back and then his neck. He
muttered that he was getting too old for this, and while he was forty-
seven years old the man was actually in very fit shape. He looked quite
rugged with a staunch look in his eye. His body looked hard everywhere
but in the gut area where he had a bit of a paunch. He stroked his light
beard as he sat down on the edge of the trunk and looked straight ahead
at what was his new home.
Looking at it was like taking a step back in time. They didn't make them
like this anymore. It was a brick and mortar hose, built to withstand the
test of time. It was old, and yes it was in need of certain little
repairs, but being a five bedroom/four bath house at the price they got
it at, it was basically a steal. Plus, there were another reason that he
and his family had moved in...
"I think we made the right choice in coming here," his wife Allison said
as she joined him at the car. Garrett looked at her and gave a little
smile. She'd been the mastermind behind this move. While other
circumstances had forced their family to uproot, Allison had been the one
who did all of the research on the area and where they could find the
best deals. "Something like this could be just what all of us needed.
It'll help me get some more ideas for my books, the kids can all have
their own rooms now, and maybe a fresh start can help you... you know, move
on."
Garrett's smile dropped for a moment and he blinked. He could feel the
scar on his chest itch a little. He scratched it and gave a little
chuckle. "Escaping old ghosts by moving in with new ones. I haven't heard
of that kind of therapy before. Are you sure you didn't pick this one out
just because of all the horror stories?"
It was Allison's turn to laugh now. She brushed a strand of her long hair
out of the way of her glasses. "Well, that wasn't the only reason. But
hey, let's face it. It wouldn't have been nearly as cheap if people
didn't think it was haunted."
"Well, when we wake up and find the furniture all rearranged and the
walls bleeding, I'll know who to thank for getting me into this mess. I'm
sure we'll be everyone's favorite neighbors come Halloween."
"I'm not so sure about that. The realtor seemed to take it pretty
seriously when I pressed him about it. He said that when the kids go
around TPing the houses they always skip this one because of the curse.
Even the adults have tried to avoid it since they cleaned it out."
"At least we'll have plenty of peace and quiet. Speaking of kids, how are
they holding up?" Allison sighed and and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Oh, you know. Jeff is still moping around. He won't even unpack his
things, he just lays around texting his old friends. Ellen and Marshall
are taking it pretty well, and Marcus... well, he doesn't seem upset about
it but he doesn't seem too happy either. You know how hard it is to get
him to speak up about these kinds of things."
The older man expected as much. Not everyone was as excited about the
move as Allison was. Hell, even he had a few reservations, but everyone
around him seemed to think it was for the best, and while he knew it
wouldn't necessarily be easy on the kids, they'd adapt. Some far better
than others of course, but they'd make the best out of a bad situation
eventually. "Just give them time. I'm sure it'll grow on them. Hell, I'm
liking this place already!" Grant dreamt of having a house like this.
Plenty of rooms for the kids and a huge yard in a quiet neighborhood -
who wouldn't want to live here?
With a grin on his face, he looped his arm around Allison's and walked
her up the driveway and into the house where boxes upon boxes were
stacked on top of each other. Unloading the truck was the easy job. The
fun part came now with the unpacking and organizing, and of course none
of the kids were about, likely exploring the house in full and claiming
what rooms would be theirs. The two adults walked from room to room
looking for each one. The first of course was their eldest son Jeff who
had elected to take one of the three upstairs rooms. They found him
laying down on his bare mattress surrounded by boxes of his belongings.
His phone was practically glued to his hand, his fingers sending out
texts like his whole social life depended on it. He didnt even notice
Garret or Allison until his dad knocked on the wooden doorframe.
"What's up kiddo?" the man asked from just inside the doorway. His wife
waited just outside listening in on their little conversation, and little
was an understatement as Jeff kept every reply terse and short with an
annoyed edge like he didn't want to be bothered.
"Texting."
"Not going to unpack?"
"Later."
"Ah, I see. Well, your mother and I were gonna go out and get pizza. Any
topping you'd like?"
"Nope."
The back and forth continued in much the same fashion, but Allison tuned
them out. Jeff could be moodier than a pregnant woman, and she should
know having gone through it three times. Her attention was pulled away
from the one-sided conversation to the two little boys of hers that were
running down the hallway out of the room right next to Jeff's. It was
apparent they had already staked a claim in it. At least, Marshall likely
had. No doubt Marcus was just going along with whatever his twin sibling
had suggested as always.
"Now, now boys - you know there's no running in the house." The twins
came to a halt and turned to face her, Marshall beaming brightly while
Marcus looked up at her bashfully. "Now, what's the rush about?"
Marshall was quick to answer. "We were getting our room set up when we
found this!" He held up an old brass key. "We wanted to go see what it
opened." Allison knelt down to get a better look at it. She'd heard that
the house had secret rooms and hidden passages.
Supposedly, the old owner's wife, Bunny Moran, used these secret places
to perform her dark rituals and perversions safely out of view from the
public. When the people of Autumnville found out, they were outraged.
They formed a mob, marched up to the house and took her while she was in
the middle of one of her rituals, and burned her at the stake. Before she
died, she cursed the townspeople vowing to return from the grave to haunt
them, their children, and their childrens' children. She apparently kept
to her word, if so many people around town were terrified of her house.
"Wow, that's quite a find! Mind if I take a look at it?" Allison held out
her hand and Marshall dropped the key into it. It felt a lot heavier in
her hand than it looked. She examined it closely, seeing that it had been
decorated with a heart-shaped loop and painted pink and purple. Much of
the paint had faded, showing the blueish-green copper beneath, but it
made the engraving in the side stand out against the corroded brass. It
said 'B~U~N~N~Y.'
Allison put the key into her pants pocket. "I think I'll hold onto this
for a little while, ok boys? Maybe we can all go searching for what it
opens later," she grinned. Marshall reciprocated her smile with one of
his own. It was pretty obvious that he took after her side of the family.
"Ok!" he said excitedly, before taking his brother by the hand. "Come on
Marcus! We've got lots to do!" Their mother could only look on in glee as
her two boys ran back to their new room. She'd check in on them later.
Now then, where was that last child of hers? Allison left her husband to
go look around the house for her. She wasn't in the third bedroom which
would be theirs, so she must have been downstairs. She mosied on down the
stairs into the living room, but she wasn't there either. The house was
quite big, but there were a limited amount of places that she could be.
The only plausible area had to be the basement room. It was a room just
below the house. Allison assumed that it used to be a part of the
basement, but it was at some point partitioned off and made into a guest
bedroom.
"Ellen, are you in here?" the woman peeked her head into the door of the
room to see her daughter already unpacking her things. She was neatly
putting her books in alphabetical order on her bookshelf. That was her
girl! Only thirteen years old and already far more mature than her soon
to be eighteen brother... The thought made her laugh, but at the same time
made her sad. "That boy..." she muttered, as she walked in. She hadn't
noticed before, but this room was quite sizable in comparison. Maybe it
was even a bit bigger than the master bedroom upstairs.
Ellen turned to look at her mother and smiled warmly. "Hey, Mom. What's
up?"
"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see how you guys were coming along in
getting settled in." Allison could tell that it was practically a moot
issue for Ellen. Her daughter had already put away most of her things.
The only signs that she had just moved in were the few boxes filled with
various certificates, awards, and medals she had earned for her academics
and her involvement in community service organizations and charities
still lying around and the boxes stacked by the stairs. "Looks like you
picked out a nice room for yourself."
"Yeah, it's definitely the best one in the house! The minute I saw this
room and how much space it had, I knew I just had to have it. I'm sure
it'll impress everyone who sees it. Or at least, it will once I have a
few friends to come over, which probably won't be long." Allison smiled.
At least Ellen was trying to stay positive. "You should see all the stuff
it has! It's got it's own bathroom, a bar, a piano, even a little
library!" Allison arched an eyebrow. She hadn't been told the house
included all of that. Then again, the realtor had been in such a hurry to
get it off his hands that he really didn't tell her or Garrett anything
about the house. It took quite a bit of trying to get him to talk about
the house's history.
Looking around the room Allison saw that her daughter was quite right.
There was indeed a bar in here. Of course it wasn't very big, but there
was a tap, and a cast iron sink. Three bar stools were bolted right into
the wood flooring. On the wall behind it were a few shelves with glass
containers. Some were half full of alcohol while others weren't even
touched. The labels on them had long faded since they were man made and
not printed out by a machine. Homemade whiskey? Allison began to wonder
if perhaps the Morans used to run a speakeasy at one point. That would
better explain the whole secret room aspect. Despite being a horror
fiction writer, Allison herself didn't very much believe in the occult.
She was just utterly fascinated by it all, and she believed that there
was a perfectly fine explanation for everything.
Continuing to look around she saw the "library" that her daughter
mentioned. Next to the bar were three bookcases that touched the ceiling
and were packed full of musky old tomes. Like the labels on the the
alcohol these books appeared to also be homemade. The books were hand
bound and were covered in stiff leather. The golden lettering on their
spines had long been worn away. She wondered what they contained! Perhaps
they were the Moran's personal memoirs written before Bunny's death. Or
maybe they were stories that one of them had written! Was Bunny a writer
as well? Allison's mind was ablaze with inquiry. It took a prod from
Ellen to bring her back down to earth. The little girl knew that look in
her mother's eye. She often got it too when she was inspired by something
magnificent...
"Mom? Mom! Snap out of it! You haven't even been here a whole day and
you're already going into writer mode!" Allison tensed as her daughter
shook her from her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, sorry honey. I was just feeling a little inspired, that's all.
If it's alright with you, I'd like to come down here some more to check
out those books. Who knows, I might find the idea for my next book in one
of them."
"Sure! We could read them together sometime. I'd love to learn more about
the people who used to live here." Allison felt like jumping for joy. Not
only had she found a treasure trove of ideas and material for future
stories, she'd gotten a good mother-daughter bonding activity as well.
All she had to do was get her eldest son to accept living here and she
could say that their move to Autumnville had been flawless. "But that's
for another time... Are you sure you want to stay down here as it is now?
They completely disregarded this room as part of the "renovation" deal.
There's no air conditioning down here, nor are there any outlets.
Everything is covered in dust... I guess the only saving grace is that the
lights at least work, and so does the plumbing. The walls look half
decent, but I dunno... Don't really care for this pink, floral wallpaper,"
she muttered, twisting a lock of her light brown hair around her
forefinger. Her daughter didn't seem to mind any of the cons that she
just mentioned, replying that she'd clean it up as she went along. The
alternative would be that she'd have to share a room with Jeff for a
while as this room was changed around, but the little girl immediately
shot that plan down.
"No way am I going to live in the same room with that neanderthal..." The
relationship between brother and sister in their case was very strained.
At one point they were close, but that all changed when Jeff went through
puberty and started hanging out with those hoodlum friends of his. Now
the two couldn't be in the same room together without getting in an
argument. Having them share a room would bring the house down, and even
if it was a steal they had already sunk too much into this place to want
to rebuild it from the ground up.
"Fine, fine... Anyway, we're going to order pizza. Want anything special on
it?"
Ellen thought for just a moment before saying that she would be fine with
pineapple and ham. This got her mother to leave her to her unpacking and
cleaning."Now let's see..." the girl said to herself as she began moving
her empty boxes out of her way. It was then that she saw it. In the
crawlspace underneath the stairs was a small door, just big enough for
her to walk through while crouching. It wasn't immediately apparent to
someone just glancing- Ellen hadn't even noticed it the whole time she
was there- but with a closer look its outline was unmistakable.
Ellen's mind lit up with curiosity. With everything else that the
basement contained, what else could be hidden behind that door? Maybe a
hidden passageway? An old crypt for the family of the former owners? A
dusty old broom closet? Whatever the case, she just had to find out.
There were so many wondrous things about this house, and she just kept
finding more and more by the minute!
She set down the boxes and turned the tiny knob. Inside were a few old
pieces of moth-eaten fabric draped like curtains across the entrance way.
She crouched down and pushed the curtain aside and stepped in. The air
was heavy with the smell of mildew and rotten wood and up ahead Ellen
could only see darkness. As much as she wanted to investigate, she feared
getting lost in the dark tunnel, and she turned to go back with the
hopes that she could convince her parents to check it out with her later.
but just as she turned around she felt a cold hand on her shoulder and
heard a whisper: "This way."
Suddenly, Ellen felt the urge to keep walking deeper into the crawlspace.
She turned around once again and kept moving forward. It grew darker the
further she went, and soon she was forced to feel for the walls around
her to keep her bearings. She kept going until she felt a wooden board
blocking her progress. "In here," the strangely comforting whisper said.
Ellen felt around for a doorknob or a handle to help her get the board
out of the way. there was a handle on the left side. She grabbed it and
pulled, the board sliding away to reveal a new room.
Inside, the air no longer smelled of mold and decay, but like rare
flowers in bloom. There was a strange purple glow coming from the
opposite side of the relatively small room, but it was obscured by wooden
and wire mannequins, stacks of unused fabric, and many racks of old
ornate clothing. Ellen heard the whisper again, coming from the source of
the glow. "Over here."
Every fibre of the young girl's being was telling her to run, get away,
shout for help, but none of that happened. it was as if she were a puppet
being led by a simple tug of a string here and a nudge there. Why was she
doing this, and why couldn't she talk? Her mind raced and yet every
answer led back to the one and only truth that could explain this. The
stories were true. This place really was haunted!
Ellen felt her legs moving forward of their own accord, being drawn to
the purple glowing object. As she walked white candles better illuminated
the room. Their flames were an eerie blue color that only served to make
everything far creepier. Her legs stopped when she was sitting down
right in front of a pure white vanity. with a large oval mirror that left
no part of her out of view thanks to two mirrors strategically placed at
an angle on the nearby walls that allowed her to see even her backside as
plain as day. Of course, that small detail was lost on the panic stricken
girl that was forced to sit there staring at her reflection.
"My, my...." that voice said in her ear once more. It was so much clearer
now. It was as though someone was perched on her shoulder whispering to
her, only their breath was ice cold and sent shivers down her spine. "I
had given up on anyone ever coming here. So many people came to this
house, and yet not one of them came down stairs. You'd think this place
was haunted!" The feminine laugh of the spirit echoed inside Ellen's
head. "Oh how I have waited for this day!"
Ellen tried to scream for help, but her vocal cords just wouldn't work.
She sat frozen, unable to do anything as she felt something like a cold
pair of arms snaking around her in an embrace. In the reflections from
the mirror she swore she could see another person there with her. It was
hard to make out the details of the wispy figure in the dark, eerie
light, but she could tell that it was a woman with long, flowing hair and
a pair of huge pink eyes staring right at her.
"Now, this won't hurt one bit..." Ellen felt something move around her
until it was right in front of her. She felt a pair of icy lips press
against her own and she again felt something move again, this time inside
of her. Suddenly, she broke out in tremors and a cold sweat as the
strange presence slithered down into her, lower and lower on her body.
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hung open in a silent
scream, her voice still choked off. Her body felt like it was being
burned and frozen at the same time, like a thousand pins and needles were
pressing into her deeper and deeper as the spirit sank into her. It
finally nestled in her lower abdomen, right above her groin. Just as the
confusing sensations became unbearable, Ellen felt a sudden explosion of
ecstasy deep within her. She saw a flash of bright white light, and then
nothing.
"Oh my..." Ellen said as she raised her arms up to her face and made the
most awkward looking movements with her hands, almost as if they were
foreign to her. She brought her dainty little fingers to her face and
began to touch and feel every ridge, nook, and cranny. "Oh... This is just
too much! After all of this time... I just can't!" Her smile was so big
that it looked painful, and her giggling sounded manic. It was minutes
before she stopped and actually put on a semi-serious face, looking at
her appearance in the mirror with a none too impressed eye. "In the body
of a little girl? Well I suppose it could be far worse," she muttered as
she took stock of her assets or lack there of. No one would ever say that
Ellen had a "smokin bod." She was still young and had a bit of growing to
do. She was however very pretty, and any boy her age or even older would
be lucky to have her as his girlfriend. The spirit inhabiting Ellen
didn't see it that way. She was cute but there was much left to be
desired.
The possessed girl took her hand and ran it through her hair. It was
shoulder length and was the same light brown. It made her frown, and the
frown only got worse as she surveyed lower to the two bee stings on her
chest. There was barely enough there to fill two hands, and she couldn't
imagine Ellen having any curves underneath her dusty white t-shirt or her
khaki shorts. Such a shame that this body had to be so plain! "But we can
change all of that in time... Now, where did I put that- Ah! Here it is..."
Ellen opened the drawer and retrieved the object that was glowing so
brightly before. In her hands was a simple looking steel lock box. It had
a thin layer of dust on it, but it was just as new looking as the day it
was bought. A giant heart was etched onto its surface and vined outwards
in various different directions It was locked up tight though with no key
in sight. "I suppose I'll have to find that sooner or later, but as long
you stay in there I can have all of the fun I want," she purred before
placing the box back in the vanity."Now then. Where was I?"
"Ellen! Pizza is here!
Ellen looked up and frowned when she heard the woman's voice from the
floor above. The spirit didn't like being interrupted. Figures that she
wouldn't be alone in the house, especially when she was inside someone so
young. Yet no sooner had she thought that when something clicked in her
mind. This girl, "Ellen," had a family that clearly didn't believe the
ghost stories if they were willing to move in to her house and would
probably let her carry out her plans without suspecting a thing. They'd
make for an easy start. She bit her lip and rubbed her hands with
excitement as she turned her parlor stool around and looked at her
collection. Despite being hidden away in the dank, dust basement for
decades, they were all in perfect condition aside from a thin sheen of
dust. Her magic had helped repel the moths and carpet bugs that would've
eaten, and now it would serve for a much greater purpose...
"Ellen, come on up! Dinner's ready!"
Ellen felt like she'd just woken from a trance. She looked around,
feeling that something was a little off. She couldn't quite remember
sitting down on the stool or taking such a close look at the contents of
the strange room. The Morans must've been avid collectors of clothes,
especially lingerie if the scantily clad mannequins were anything to go
by. She got a strange feeling, like someone running an icy finger down
her back and quickly turned around. Behind her was an old dusty vanity,
the mirrors fogged up and the legs covered in cobwebs It looked like it
was once white, but years of neglect and buildup of dust had made it look
almost brown.
"Ellen, are you okay down there!?" she heard her mother calling. She
looked at the fogged mirror for a moment, her features distorted and
discolored. With the way the scant light filtering between the planks of
the wooden ceiling above reflected off the dirty mirror, it almost looked
like her hair was pink. Ellen felt a small shiver down her spine at the
sight of it, but otherwise didn't see it as anything more than an odd
coincidence.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" she called back.
"Okay. Come on up, the pizza's getting cold!"
Ellen got off the stool and made her way back to the entrance of the
room. Before she left, she took one last, lingering look at her distorted
reflection. Biting her lip, she turned and went back down the hidden
passage and went upstairs. Her family was already gathered around the
dinner table, one of the few bits of furniture set up. Jeff was still
texting his friend in between bites from his pizza, Marshall and Marcus
were playing the circle game-naturally, Marshall was winning- while their
father told them to cut it out. Allison looked over at her daughter.
"There you are! You had me worried there, for a while. What took you so
long to answer?" she asked as Ellen took her seat.
"Oh, nothing, I just, uh, got a little to focused on getting my room set
up is all." Ellen gave a fake smile, still feeling like everything around
her was unreal. Her answer seemed to satisfy her mother, who smiled back.
"Ah, I see. I guess it must've been easy to get so caught up in that,
with how everything down there was before we arrived. I'm sure you'll
have it looking perfect soon enough. Now, go ahead and dig in! This pizza
won't eat itself, you know." Ellen nodded and looked at the pizza. There
was a small part of her that suddenly found the combination of toppings
strange, yet when she bit into a slice of the pineapple-and-ham pizza,
she completely ignored it and started feeling better.
As Ellen enjoyed her meal and the quality time with her family, the
spirit watched from the deepest recesses of her mind. She was thinking,
plotting each little step of how she would take over this seemingly happy
family. Once the rest of the town would fall in line soon enough. Once
again, the Priests would see the bricks of their so-called "Palace of
Joy" removed one by one, its lush gardens wither and turn black. And when
nothing but dust remained, they would know that Bunny Moran had had her
revenge.
Sherry
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