The Devil s Pact Hell Chronicles Chapter 10 The Ghost
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Lake Gorndon was nestled high up in the forests of western Massachusetts, that forgotten place that wasn't quite Boston and wasn't quite upstate New York. Since the fall of 2002, it's been an empty valley with a thin river running through it--ever since the Water Company dissolved the hillside that kept it dammed up. Now, Lake Gorndon is just a little river, just another part of Dancing Beck Run, the long tributary system that waters most of Langdon County. They say the plan to drain the lake had been on the drawing board for years, that it was just a coincidence that the project went forward that year. But I know the truth. I was there when we found the cave.
Lake Gorndon used to be a reservoir for the town of Gorndon, Mass., a small Hamlet that clung to the sides of the valley and made a living on rocky New England agriculture and tourism. They had a campground and a water park--all the little things that attracted county families to the woods and forests of Massachusetts for their summer vacations. My grandmother lived there until 1929 when the whole town fell apart. They just picked up and moved off.
Our family always said it was the Depression that killed the town, but now I wonder.
My family maintained a house up there that I didn't find out about until I went away to college. Now, Gorndon is only a few miles away from campus--a few miles away from RAs and quiet hours and liquor stores that card. So, in the past three years I've been studying law, I've brought friends up there to party. I've brought boyfriends up there...I've bought girlfriends up there.
The house sits on a little rise over the lake, looking straight through to the other side of the valley. Sunsets are amazing. In the summer, the water is cool and refreshing and clean. But just a little ways from my family's house is the decaying remains of the town of Gorndon. A sagging grocery store, a metal ice cream cone glaring across the lake, a few rusted old=style cars glinting their shattered windshields in the sun. A few boys I've brought up always want to look around and we have. But there's nothing ever to really find. Just the usual creepy stuff--old left behind shoes, peeling wallpaper. It's like one of those nuclear towns the government built out in the desert to test weapons on if it had been left alone for years and years. The people left without taking much.
Usually, when my friends and I come, we stick to the house and the little beach down below it. But I brought my sophomore year boyfriend, Tom, up over the summer once when the whole family was there. We took a walk into town alone together. He pinned me against a crumbling wall to make out with me. I let it go on from there until I was lying bare-breasted on the concrete with his tongue in me, all the while knowing my parents were so close by. Tom was there again that fall in 2002.
It was four of us, in all. Me, Tom--then, my ex-boyfriend--my best friend, Marissa, and her not-boyfriend, Harrison (who refused to go by Harry). Privately, Marissa and I called him "Not-Not Harry." The two of them had been on and off with each other for our whole four years in undergrad and, now that graduation was fast approaching, they weren't sure where to go next. Both had plans on opposite sides of the country, but both wanted badly to fuck. So, we invited Not-Not Harry to the most romantic place I knew.
I brought Tom along because there wasn't anyone else in my life--other than Marissa--and because I knew he would say yes. He was kind of a fuck boy before we called them fuck boys. Plus, he had a car.
We went up in Tom's rickety Volvo station wagon the Friday before October's fall break, happily skipping afternoon classes like everyone else did.
I don't know if you remember, but the autumn of 2002 was unseasonably warm, which earned many jokes about global warming. Al Gore had just lost to George W and that was the first election for which we were eligible. It's not so funny to laugh about now. Like bringing a snowball to congress.
The drive up was normal. The first night was normal or, if it wasn't, I don't remember. We stopped at a liquor store and, finally legal, bought a handle of vodka apiece which we promptly emptied half of before the night was out. Tom and Not-Not Harry attached themselves to us early in the night, fiddling with the strings on our hoodies and stroking our hair playfully while Marissa and I tried to hold a conversation. But we talked about other boys too, just to annoy them. And we talked about girls, to get them interested again.
Mari was a little shorter than me. Brown hair and shockingly blue eyes. We were roommates our freshman year, but didn't like each other. I brought home too many boys and she left her C-cup bras all over the floor. And she masturbated under the covers--she still denies this, but it's true. After we started living separately, we conversely got closer. A lot closer. She started sleeping over at my dorm some nights and I slept over at hers. Before bed, she would strip off her bra without removing her shirt and hang it over my office chair. I didn't mind seeing her underwear strewn around the room so much that year.
Then, I guess I fell briefly in love with her and we tried it. But the experience made her sure she wasn't interested in girls. At least, not romantically and not when she was sober. But it taught me that I was. After her, I dated Katherine--we broke up when she found out I'd still been drunk kissing Mari (which doesn't count)--and then Tom and after him I tried being single for a while. I wanted to go to parties and hook up with strangers, but it didn't really work out. I never went to those kinds of parties in school. Through it all, Marissa and I stayed close friends but we didn't hook up anymore.
Until that night.
We kissed while Tom and Not-Not watched. Like it was a show. For me, it was like getting back together with an old lover. For her, it was like reliving old times and nothing more, I'm sure. Then, we kissed Tom and Not-Not until they got too handsy. That was the night, as I remember. We ended the night, Mari and I, talking about the old days--which was sort of the real purpose of the trip, in a way--and slept together as friends on the couch, her C-cup bra left out on the coffee table.
A few times in the night, I woke up with a buzz while Marissa snored. I kissed her lightly on the face. Like old times.
It didn't start getting weird until the next morning when we all woke up, hungover. Tom was making pancakes in the kitchen. That helped with the headache. All I wanted to do was go back to bed with Marissa, who had eaten her breakfast there, hardly making eye contact with anyone. But Tom wanted to go for a walk, the two of us, like old times. He wanted to go through the town. I thought it was a bad idea. It had gotten more overgrown in the past few years--as if someone had recently stopped taking care of it--and last year, my sister saw a snake. She thought it was a copperhead.
But while Tom spoke, Not-Not got up and sat down with Marissa, letting an arm fall across her back. She smiled at him and didn't push it away. I agreed to go.
We had brought coats with us, but as it turned out, we didn't need them. Though the leaves were turning gold on the trees, a summer wind had blown in. It was hot. I changed into my shortest jean shorts and a pink top that made my boobs look bigger than they were--and I made sure Marissa got a good look at my cleavage on the way out. Not-Not noticed, but I don't know if she did.
Tom and I walked down the old dirt road. He kept trying to hold my hand. I was beginning to wonder why I had brought Tom along by this point if I wasn't going to fuck him. I knew Marissa was there to get with Not-Not, but after the night previous I had fooled myself into thinking that might change. Marissa was probably sucking Not-Not's cock right now and Tom was in on it. This walk was to give them time alone.
Fuck it, I thought, taking Tom's hand and swinging it between us. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
By the time we got to the sagging abandoned town, I was all but wet for him.
That changed when we saw the state of the place. It was brand new. The weeds were cut back. The spiderweb cracks in the road were gone. The sidewalks were swept, gardens planted. Green leaves waved at us from proud oaks, turning up their undersides to promise rain. There were shiny new cars--fresh off some 1950s lot--parked in the street and open signs in all the store windows.
I was immediately freaked. It wasn't just that the town had been fixed up and cleaned--it had been restored to mint condition, the way it must have looked when my grandmother was growing up there. Tom thought it was just some historical re-enactment shit like a living history museum. But there was no one around and, besides, my family would have heard about it if they were installing a 1950s theme park ten minutes from our vacation home.
So I wanted to turn back. Tom wanted to fuck.
He held my hand up to his mouth hand kissed it, slipping his other arm around my waist.
"Tom, I really think we should go back," I said. "This is weird."
"Come on,” he said. "Don't you want a little adventure?"
I hadn't been with a man in a long time. As he backed me into the wall of a rebuilt house, I felt the resurrected brick sting my shoulders. I squeaked.
"What is it?" Tom said, his lips were tracking my arms into my neck. I could feel his hot breath against my face.
"It's cold," I said. "The wall is cold."
I pushed him away and put my hands on the building. It hurt like dry ice. I could feel the building sucking the heat out of my body. I wrung out my hands and tucked them under my armpits. Tom felt the wall too.
"I really think we should go," I said again.
"It's the middle of fall," Tom said, pulling me back to him.
"So what?" I said, tolerating the embrace. "It's fucking warm out."
"We can't go back yet."
My nipples have always been sensitive. When his hand found its way under my shirt, I knew it was over. I forgot the wall and the weird buildings and I remembered Marissa alone with Not-Not. I let Tom take me down and pull off my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, and he feigned a look of amazement when my breasts came tumbling out. I've always loved when he did that. He buried his face in my chest. I loved when he did that more.
Tom took his shirt off. He'd been working out. I ran my fingers over the muscles of his back and slipped them into his pants, feeling his ass.
He was unbuttoning my little shorts when we heard a colossal bang echoing all around us. We scrambled to our feet and I squirmed back into my shirt. Tom, covering his erection with one hand, ran around the corner of the building into the street.
"What the fuck?" I heard him say.
Clothed, I followed him out.
All the doors in all the buildings and cars had swung open. The screen doors were still rattling on their hinges, bumping against houses as if caught in a little breeze.
We ran.
But Tom didn't give up. After a while, we slowed down and Tom pulled a flask out of his pocket. He took a long gulp and passed it to me. It was some mixture of his vodka and orange juice. It was good.
"I'm sure it was just the wind," Tom said.
But that didn't explain the feeling of absolute dread that grew in my stomach when it happened. It didn't explain the restoration of Gorndon and it didn't explain what happened next.
The house was in sight again at the top of the little hill. We came to the split in the path where we had to decide either to go back up or go down to the beach.
I still had a sense of what was going on up at the house and, either emboldened by the alcohol or having rationalized away the sights we had seen, I was ready to go anywhere but back.
"Remember that time in the paddleboat?" Tom said. "We went out to that little island with a sixer of your dad's homebrew and--"
"I remember, Tom," I said. The sight of the house had changed dread to jealousy and I wasn't in the mood to reminisce about the times Tom still jerked it to. Nor was I in the mood to re-enact them anymore. That wasn't what the weekend was about for me anymore.
"What?" he said.
"Nothing."
"No, what?" he said, turning and taking my hands.
He was trying to be sweet. Maybe he wasn't such a fuckboy after all. But still, I wanted Marissa and I told him.
"Oh," he said. "Well, I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't know."
I don't know what he was thinking then, but he was quiet for a minute and I thought he was going to say something nice.
"Revenge sex?" he said.
No, he was a fuckboy. I decided. I took another draft from his flask and left him standing there, knowing I was mad and knowing that it wasn't going to happen for him. Not that weekend, anyway.
At the beach, I found two piles of clothes and the black lake lapping against the silent shore. This was where it happened.
One pile, I knew, belonged to Marissa. Her bra was left on the top like the cherry on a sundae. That made the pile crested by a water bottle filled with suspicious looking orange juice Not-Not's clothes.
It was warm, but not warm enough to go skinny dipping in the lake and the endless ripples on the lake yielded no sign of either of them.
I took a drink from Not-Not's bottle. Feeling distinctly buzzed now, I took off my top. Then my shorts. And my sandals. I stood alone, naked on the beach. I had been naked on that beach before, but never alone. There was something about the lake that day, something about the way the light made it glitter. I wanted to go in.
When I did, I couldn't feel the water at all. It was the same temperature as the air--but that wasn't it. I could only feel the line of the surface as it rose over my hips, my breasts, my neck. Then, I was under.
Once I was underwater, there was no going back. It was cool and refreshing. I suddenly realized that I had been overheating all day and now I could relax. I swam down deeper into the lake, below where I knew the lakebed should have been. It was deep but never dark. I could see where I was going in little golden streamers that lit up dirt particles like drifting confetti.
Then, I found the cave.
It was just a little opening in the bottom of the lake. A small slit emanating a warm glow. I pulled myself in and found a pocket of air. It was a little room carpeted with moss and hung with kelp curtains all alight with an ethereal glow. At the back, a column of water fell into a pool, filling the air with the joyous sound of a fountain. And there she was.
Marissa knelt facing me with a rigid back so that her breasts fell perfectly against her chest. They were round with puffy brown nipples. It was a sight I hadn't seen since we tried sex all those years ago and I pressed my face into them. The water fell behind her, mottling the light that sprinkled in her long brown hair. I forgot all the strangeness that had brought me here in that moment.
"Samantha!" she said, leaping off her knees and crawling towards me.
As clean as the cave was, it was still too small to stand in.
"What is this place?" I said.
"I don't know," Marissa said. "Isn't it great, though? I think it must be a lava cave. Is Massachusetts on a fault line?"
She held me by the forearms as if to keep herself from falling over. Her skin was smooth and dry. I could smell the alcohol still on her breath.
"It is incredible," I said. Our faces were so close together.
Then, she kissed me. It wasn't like our drunk kisses the night before or many other nights when she teased me. This was real. I could feel it in the way she caressed my cheek, in the way her eyelashes fluttered against my face. I kissed her back,
"What about Not-Not?" I said, feeling twinges of jealousy come back.
"Forget him," Marissa panted. She pulled us both to the mossy floor in a heap and ran her fingers down my arms to my hips. "Fuck me. I want to be with you."
That was all I needed to hear.
I planted my face in her breasts and kissed up her neck. Our tongues danced in our mouths and my hands travelled all around her body. It was nothing like being with a man or any other woman. This was Marissa. This was destiny.
We were kissing and rubbing our bodies against one another. I tossed one leg over hers and felt our clits working together, sending waves of pleasure between us. She moaned into my mouth and I pushed her down, creeping down her body until my head was between her legs.
She tasted like lake water and citrus, my Marissa. She tasted the way I remember it from before. Her body arched and she moaned louder.
When it was my turn, I sat on her face and laid down over her body. It was the most incredible feeling. It was like pulses coming through my body. I think some of them are still with me to this day.
I felt the orgasm come on slow at first, then it controlled me, contorting my body into her and producing a scream.
"Yes," I heard her whisper," yes, baby."
"Oh, Mari," I said. "Fuck me, Mari."
I felt her hands tightening on my ass and her faces shaking under me. When it was over, I turned around and folded myself into Mari's arms. I looked up to kiss her and lose myself in her blue eyes. She smiled and brushed the hair out of my face.
In the aftermath of my pleasure, my head was beginning to clear. I was in an impossible place with a girl who didn't want me only this morning. I knew at once that something was wrong. That it wasn't her. I can't explain how. Even as were entwined, kissing in bliss, the feeling was coming over me. But I relaxed into it. I wanted it so badly to be real that I would wait until the last possible second to escape whatever this was. Such was the hold the cave had over me. Or, maybe, it was the hold my best friend had over me.
Marissa broke off the kiss.
"I've always wanted this," she said. "But I was scared."
Marissa had never been scared in her life. If she wanted something, she took it. This wasn't her. I let the cuddle go with only a tinge of regret.
"Now, we can be together," she said.
"I'd like that," I said, but I wasn't talking to her.
"Let's explore!" Marissa said, changing tones suddenly. "I think there's more to this cave."
She crawls to the back of the cave by the fountain.
"Look!" she said.
I was looking. A gap had opened along Marissa's spine. A black strip held together by strands of gummy waterweeds and barnacles aching to pull tight Marissa's opening skin.
I screamed and Marissa turned. Her face changed to match my look of terror and her eyes went from blue to black.
I dove through the cave opening before she could move to stop me. The water was cold and dark and dirty. I was deep at the bottom of the lake. I didn't have the air in my lungs to make it to the surface. I don't know how I made it down there. And I don't know how I made it back up. But I did it and, with bursting lungs, swam back to the beach that seemed miles away. In the distance, I could see the ruins of Gorndon decayed and empty again.
When I staggered out of the lake, Tom was there sitting with three piles of clothes looking. His shirt was off. My legs were still shaking from the orgasm I had below. He must have seen some of what had happened in my face because he paused his undressing.
"What happened?" he said. "Are you okay?"
I could tell he was still staring at my breasts, raking my naked body with his eyes. But he seemed concerned.
"How long were you underwater?" he said. "Where are the others?"
"I don't know," I said. I struggled into my clothes. "I don't know."
I was starting to panic and I felt it in my voice. I'm still not sure what happened in the cave, but I know it wasn't Marissa and I know it was the best sex I've ever had in my life. Sometimes, I think I made the wrong choice leaving her--it--down there. It had Marissa's voice. Her body. Her thoughts. Could it have been real? Could I be with Mari at the bottom of the lake, forever? I didn't tell Tom any of that. I didn't tell anyone any of that.
We waited for Marissa and Not-Not for the rest of the day before we gave in and called the police. They searched for days before calling for a boat to dredge the lake. They scoured it for days before closing the case, declaring Marissa and Harry missing persons. They still are to this day. When they drained the lake, I was waiting for news to break about the cave or, at least, about Marissa and Not-Not's bodies. But it never came. No. The FBI made sure of that.
They showed up on campus a few weeks after the incident to question Tom and me. They asked questions no police officer would think to ask. They knew about the cave. I told them everything I knew and still they wanted more. Before they left, I got up my courage.
"You know about this thing, right?" I said. "Do you think it got her? Do you think she's alive?"
They didn't answer me. Only quietly closed me into my dorm room and left me to cry.
I dropped out of school. I wait tables in a diner near lake Gorndon, serving water to table taken from the new reservoir. If Mari ever comes crawling out of that lake--if either version of Mari come crawling out of that lake--I'll be here for her. I'm ready now.
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