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I can't see you I know it's been many months, here's a Halloween story for you. I Can't SeeYou Is the house really haunted? For real? "Of course it's real Mr. Hoffman. Roy Quel is a man of honor and integrity. I wouldn't lie to you. But it's going to cost you 5,000 dollars more."Roy says, convincingly. "We'll call it home improvement, now you just sign here, and you'll have the haunted house your wife wants so very badly. Of course the ghosts are invisible, and you might not always see the things they do, but they'll, do things. You and your wife will be very happy here. You know what they say: when momma's happy, everybody's happy." With that vote of confidence, Mr. Hoffman signed the mortgage papers to his new house. Tonight he would present the deed to his new bride, Sarah. They would have their very own haunted house. Haunted houses were Realtor Roy Quel's specialty. Some of the houses are haunted by, some kind ghosts, some poltergeists, some with demons from hell. It's all about what the customer wants. Lies, lies, lies, lies, but who cares, nobody. No one gets hurt by Roy's lies to his house hunters, who are willing to pay extra for a specifically possessed house. What's a few thousand dollars between friends. As long as he's the one getting the money, nobody cares, or has to know. Ah, but I know, and I care, and so do some of my friends. . I've been watching you for a long time now Mister Quel, you've been telling lies and cheating your for years now, just so you could make a little money. Telling unsuspecting customers you have only a few truly haunted houses, how wrong that is, in so many ways, on so many levels. Telling them that the home has invisible ghosts who do invisible things, for shame Mr. Quel, for shame. You have besmirched the reputations of genuine spirits who are stuck here, each to complete a task before they move on. Mister Roy Quel, do you know the meaning of Karma? Soon you will Mr. Quel, ha ha, soon you will. Roy was the last one to leave the office that night. He had to make sure everybody at the office, and all the coming in, knew he'd sold another house, nobody else in the office could sell. "Going to Day's tonight Roy?" I whisper in his ear. Day's was the local tavern two blocks away, where Roy enjoys a few drinks, and sharing his endless string of lies. He makes sure everybody listens too, the other patrons enjoy seeing him leave. Of course he didn't hear me, and he'll think it's his idea so he can brag some more."Buy a round for everyone there, that is, only if a few guys are there." Good boy, we're here at your favorite watering hole. In a few minutes you'll be telling anyone who'll listen, and some who don't have a choice but to hear about your conquest. And in a few hours I and my friends will begin teaching you a lesson. My name is unimportant, and so is where I'm from, you can call me K. Roy had an unusual way of getting up in the morning. I don't understand how he did it. Men are supposed to have a difficult time jacking off when they have to piss. But somehow he did it. Every morning he woke up with his morning wood. You guys know what I mean. When you have to relieve your bladder, first thing in the morning, you wake up with a hard-on. Well Roy took advantage of his morning stiffy, and began his day with a quicky, courtesy of his left hand. Within seconds of waking up, Roy's stroking away on his hard cock. I wonder what he thought about as he pounded away on himself? I'll just take a quick look inside his thoughts. Yuck, my god Roy, you are quite the pervert. He was fantasizing about doing a foursome with a young woman, her mother, and her grandmother. Roy you just gave me an idea, thanks. I exited his impossible dream, and let him alone with himself. As Roy's three women pleased him in a variety of ways, his grip on his dick became tighter, and his stroking faster. He began talking dirty to himself, out loud. I tried not to listen, but his requests for the women to kiss each other, lick pussies, and fist each other, couldn't be ignored. Then he did something that surprised even me. Roy reached into a drawer in the bedside table, pulled out a vibrator, activated it, and proceeded to do some ass play. In no time at all, it was vibrating in his ass, as he pulled and pushed on it. He began pleading for grandma to fuck him harder, and harder. Fortunately for me, he's a couple minute man, and was soon spurting cum all over himself. I'll have nightmares about this for weeks. I watched Roy shower, then shave in front of the mirror where he has lies stuck up on sticky notes all over it's frame. You and I might call them affirmations, but for Roy, each one is a lie he believes to be the truth. Then he dressed, put on way to much of his British Leather cologne, and was ready for another day of cheating and defrauding people. But today has a little surprise in store for him. After the morning office meeting in which he made sure the other Realtors knew he was number one in sales. Roy had the new girl get him a cup of coffee, black with four sweeteners, and sat down to review his perspectives(suckers) for the day. An old woman, hunched over, wearing an old dirty wrinkled dress, and scuffed up worn out work boots, knocked on his open office door. "Mr. Quel?" she inquired. Roy looked up at her and saw, not the old lady, but a mark, someone to take advantage of. "I'm Roy Quel, the best of the best, and you are?" " Ms. Dalver, Mr. Quel, Loretta Dalver, come to see you 'bout sellin' my property, and what's left of my homestead." How sweet to people you are when you smell money, Roy. Now you're all smiles and friendly until the deed is done(no pun intended). Oh I'm going to enjoy this so much, he so much has this coming to him. Opportunity Knocks "Mr. Quel, may I sit?" Loretta asked as she sat down, whether he approved or not. Over the next hour, she explained how the family farm and homestead has been handed down from generation to generation, her family owned the property since before it was even in a state. "It's in the state of Pennsylvania you know?" It belonged to her older brother, who's dead now, and finally to her. She was the last one in her family line, and it all ends with her. She wants to get a fair price for it all, keep enough money to get by for the rest of her life in a senior community, and give the rest to charity. "Some big subdivision making company wants to divide it up for lots of families. I figure I can sell those families the land for next to nothin' to help 'em out ya know, with the bad economy an' all.. I need you to go out to the farm, then tell me how much you think it's worth, then sell it for me. Can you do all that?" If it wasn't for Roy's poker face, that doesn't fool me, I'd swear he was having an orgasm. "Well of course Ms. Dalver, I can do all that for you, and more. There would only be a bit of a fee for my time and expenses. I want to be kind to those families too." Loretta reached into her raggedy purse and pulled out a yellowing piece of paper. With frail trembling hands, she passed it to Roy. "This is the map to get to the farm so you don't get lost. You have to be very careful on those back country roads. One wrong turn and....oh I'm just goin' on. I'll be back in three days to sign any papers. You can't call me cause I don't have a telephone. See you in three days Mr. Quel, I trust it will be enough time for you to get your estimate. Good day to you sir." With that said, Loretta turned and walked out the front door. As soon as the old lady disappeared outside the front door, Roy began jumping up and down with joy."Did you see her, did you see her? She's my new sugar mama 'til I'm done with her." But nobody else saw her, they had all been to busy doing important things. Roy was so excited he had all his appointments for the afternoon canceled, and compared the hand drawn map on the old paper with the big industrial one on the wall of the lunch room. He found The location of the property, and programed it into his G.P.S. and hurried out the door. There wasn't a moment to loose. He drove so fast I could hardly keep up with him, but I did, and so did my young friend Loretta. He got there in about an hour and ten minutes. I'm glad he didn't kill himself on the country roads, Would have been such a waste, and I wouldn't be able to.....oh no, not yet. He pulled up to what was left of the old driveway, and circled around to where the and buggy used to stay parked. He climbed out of his expensive sports car, took his jacket off and threw it onto the seat. He loosened his tie and began walking toward the foundation of the old house. It was a beautiful September day in the Allegheny mountains . The air was just starting to get that crispy smell to it, but the sun still warmed your skin. That's strange, he thought, as he smelled the aroma of the sweet apple pie. Loretta had set the pie on the kitchen window sill to cool. He surmised he shouldn't smell it because he couldn't see any houses anywhere near, and the last one he passed was about three miles back. But it smelled so close, and so welcoming. He followed the scent with his nose. Now Roy felt he was right in front of the pie. But all he can see are weeds, and what's left of an old foundation. The house had been built in a long straight shape east to west so the wind and breezes could flow through the house, cooling it. He reached out anyway and touched something not there. What he was touching, felt like an old wooden window sill with chipped paint? He reached to the left on the sill when. OW! he had stuck the fingers of his left hand in something very hot. He pulled them out, swinging his right hand to grab his left wrist he hit the pie, knocking it to the ground. It was then, when the pie broke open as it splattered on the ground he realized, it was indeed an apple pie. His ears and nose must be deceiving him. It's not possible but there it was, an invisible pie sitting at his feet. He bent down and could feel the heat rising from it. He licked a finger on his left hand and, damn, it was apple pie, an invisible apple pie. Try to wrap your reality around that quandary my boy. Now comes the part I really like, the part where you get what's coming to you. Go right ahead and reach out again and feel around. Go ahead, I know it's what you want to do. Oh yes, that's a good boy, feel around the outside wall near the window. Feel the wood, and the chipping paint, the nails holding the wood planks to the frame of the house you can't see. You can smell it, and touch it, and,..... ." What's that? Roy thought as he strained his eyes trying to look closer. Roy was feeling his way to his left along the outside wall of the wooden house he couldn't see. The only reason he wasn't running toward his car and driving away from this confusion, was his love of money. That's when he suddenly heard music from somewhere. He knows the tune, he's heard it somewhere before, but where?. It sounded as though it were being played on an old wind up phonograph with the big cone speaker like they had way back at the turn of the last century. His hands kept roaming along the wall, around the corner of the invisible house and proceeding down the south side walking westward. Coming to another window sill he ran his hand over the window panes. Suddenly a stinging sensation caused him to pull his hand back. Staring at his hand, his eyes grew larger and larger as he witnessed blood beginning to drip out of a cut on his right hand made by a broken piece of broken glass still in the invisible window frame. Damn that hurts, he thought, his disbelief growing weaker and weaker, as each of his senses became aware of the building's existence. Taking a handkerchief out of the back pocket of his slacks, he wrapped it around the cut to slow the bleeding. Proceeding slowly down the side of the unseen house he confronted, actually falls into, the front porch. Ha, ha, ha, oh this is more amusing then I had hoped. I'm sorry, he's just providing me with more entertainment then I've had in months, so funny. I'll let him decide what to do next, with no help from me, in fact I'll let him find out for himself from now on. Let's see how Roy does on his own. OK Roy, my boy, time to do your own thing. He let out a loud yelp as the shin of his left leg slams against the invisible floorboards of the porch. As he grabbed and rubbed his pained leg he heard a woman's voice come from inside the house." You should be more careful where you walk Roy." she said laughingly. "Who's there, who's there.", the words escaped his mouth before he even thought of saying them. Roy looked around but saw nobody anywhere near. Now, finally he's getting frightened. First, he's discovered an invisible house, then smelled and tasted a freshly baked invisible apple pie, then heard the music playing, and now a young woman's voice. After quickly regaining his whit and cool arrogant composure, and straightening his shirt, he called out to the unseen voice. Where oh where "Where are you, I can't see you, who are you? The words faded in the openness. Oh, you think you're so very cool, don't you Roy?I thought as he hectically turned his head from side to side, searching for the source of the voice. I thought for a second his head would turn all the way around, like that possessed girl in that old exorcism movie. "OK, Loretta”I said. “Open the door and let him see inside our house." I'm glad only she can hear me and not him, it's so much more fun that way. Before Roy spots the front door opening, he heard a squeaking sound coming from the un-oiled hinge, I've been neglecting. Oh well, I've got eternity to get it done, first things first. As Roy spun his head around, he stared at an invisible door swinging open, to reveal the interior of the house, which he could see. It was like looking at ocean waves as they crash on the rocks, through a window with a mural of a desert painted on the wall around it. A colorful interior of a well kept, inviting home, appeared in mid-air, about two feet off the ground with brown weeds surrounding it. From where he stood he could see a flight of stairs extending its way to the second floor. There was a beautiful Tiffany style lamp on a small table off to the side at the bottom of the stairs. It was then Roy saw four delicate fingers wrap themselves around the edge of the door, and begin to pull the door as wide open as it could go. From around two thirds of the way up the side of, and from behind the front door, peeked the face of a woman. She's a middle aged lady of about forty-five or fifty years old, and attractive for her age. Her big blue eyes stared at Roy, as he stood in shock, not knowing what to do next. Her smile was soft and warm and just the right size for her face. Her hair was long, black, and was pulled back, in a pony tail, with a large red ribbon tied in a bow. Straightening up his hair and trying to look his best, he pulled in his stomach and said,"I'm lost, could you help me find my way to the old Dalver homestead?" The fear and confusion he had felt moments ago as washing away, like soap rinsing off your body when you take a shower. Hell, he wasn't even afraid anymore, his macho man instinct was taking over. After all, he thought, he was god's gift to women. "This is the Dalver homestead sir, and what might your business be with it?",she inquired, as she stepped the rest of the way from behind the invisible door, into Roy's view. The long cream colored dress she worn shone like the toga of an angel, it's short puffy sleeves and full long flowing skirt, looked as though she belonged in the movie "Gone With The Wind". But her taste in clothes didn't matter, hopefully she'll be out of them by afternoons end. Her feet were shoeless and flawless, so touchable. All he wants now, is to get her to go to bed with him, and he'll lie to her if he had too, no big deal. "An<b> older woman </font></b>came to me earlier today, she asked me to come out and evaluate the property." he exclaimed, approaching the front edge of the porch he couldn't see, not daring to step up into mid-air. "That woman must have been my mother, she's harmless, but you can't believe a word she says. No disrespect meant though." Roy's eyes were getting tired of staring so he looked away for just a moment. She was missing from the doorway when he looked back."Where are you, don't go?" His foot stepped onto the porch he can't see, and stopped there, in mid-air. Stomping his right foot on the invisible planks,they made a pounding sound. It was real, he thought, but didn't quite know how. Then her unseen voice called from somewhere in the house."I'm takin' the other apple pie out of the oven, be right back." Her voice sounded younger and sweeter then when she was at the front door,it must be the acoustics, he thought. Now as she returns to her doorway they were only about ten feet apart. His mouth may lie but his eyes don't. It wasn't she who returned, but a stunning young girl of about twenty years. She was a younger version of her mother. And she had the same hair and was wearing the same dress only newer, and bow in her hair. She looked real, and so did the things in the house. "Well I can speak for my grandmother and my mother Mr. Roy" "Well I do have a few questions I need answered, why don't you come out here and we can discuss them, that's why I'm here?" "No thank you sir, but you could come into the house. I can answer you questions over a glass of milk and some fresh warm home made apple pie." Roy stood there and considered her generous offer."This could be the property deal you've been waiting for, so you can retire from the real estate business. Imagine not having to work with those low level salespeople ever again. Especially those stuffy women who all think they're to good for you. You could retire, and not worry about your buyers coming back and tell you they don't have invisible ghosts in their houses. With every word she said, and every sentence she finished, Roy stepped closer to her. " You know Mr.Roy, you're a good lookin' guy, and we could get together whenever we wanted to, if we didn't have to be concerned with you leavin' and workin'. All you have to do is come into the house, sit and have some pie and we'll make you a great deal. You want to make me happy don't you?" Roy ignored the little voice inside him telling him not to step inside, that something's not right. She was right, he was a good lookin' guy, to a woman who knows class when she sees it. And he so wanted to make her happy, his way. She reached out her delicate hand to take his, and he reached out to grasp hers. They touched! It was like a bolt of lightning surging through his body as she half pulled him through the doorway. As soon as his eyes adjusted to being out of the bright sun, he gazed around the house, turning his back to her. While he took in the pristine surroundings of a house decorated with items from the turn of the last century, he inquired as to her name. Without telling him she turned him around to face her, ran her fingers through his hair, telling him how very long it's been since a man like him has had his way with her. “You do know how to take a woman don't you Mr. Quel, don't you?” she asked. I didn't want to invade their romantic encounter, so I left.. Later, she related some of the details to me. I remember her saying, Roy looked shocked at first, but after she slid from the dress, and unbuttoned his shirt, he got the idea. “Let's do it on the stairs,” she requested. “Aren't you worried about your mother or grandmother?” Roy inquired. “It's all about the thrill, isn't it? They can join us if they want. Would that be alright with you?” Never imagined It had always been Roy's fantasy to do three family females. He couldn't believe his luck. He was pushing her down onto the steps, kissing her, undoing his pants, and trying to feel her up, all at once. She took over undoing his belt and pants, as his fingers flipped her young firm titties out from under their prisons. Her nipples were puffy, mooney ones, his favorite kind. She turned over, telling him to take her without looking at her face. He was more then happy to oblige. Her ass stuck up, asking to be fucked. He felt her pussy first, to make sure it was wet. Roy discovered she was a late bloomer, by the feel of peach fuzz soft hair between her legs. This was too good to be true, but here she was. His cock was more then ready, and he slid it into her. “That's it Roy, make me feel every inch of your luscious manliness . It's not really a sin if we're not looking at each other.” informing him of her rational. He fucked her as long and as hard as he could. The excitement of someone catching them was intense. In about two minutes he popped his load on her back. She didn't orgasm, and told him it was okay, only his pleasure was important. “I like the way you think, miss.” I wanted to bitch slap him right then and there. But I controlled myself. When she turned back around to face him, he fell down the two bottom stairs. It wasn't the young facing him, it was the middle age mother. How, what, how, he asked. "Loretta, Mr.Roy don't you remember, my name is Loretta" As she spoke the words her voice changed, it went from honey sweet to an older, more sensual one. He'd never let go of her, as he turned around and saw nobody around them. "Welcome to your fate Mr. Roy Quel. Your lies and arrogance have finally caught up to you. Let me go get us some pie and cold milk, you'll feel better after you eat something." She held his hand giving it a comforting pat. They redressed, then she walked away. As soon as Loretta let go of his hand and walked away, Roy ran toward the still open doorway. Suddenly his hands grabbed onto the door frame to stop his body from leaving. There was nothing out there, he couldn't see anything. He couldn't see any of the trees that were nearby. He didn't see his expensive car, where was his car? The old Loretta returned with the pie and milk. Looking away from the door his eyes fixed on the woman. When she got closer he moved toward her swung his arm out and hit the tray with the snack out of her hands. Apple pie and milk flew all over the place, making a mess. "What's going on here? Where's my expensive car?And how did you make the stuff outside go away?" Roy screamed as he began to see his situation, as it is, now. Loretta knelt down and began to clean up the food and plates and glasses on the floor. Fortunately nothing had broken."Don't worry Mr. Quel, we'll have lots of time to talk." Taking a hand towel, she began rubbing the apple from his pants. Not so inadvertently passing across his cock, with the cloth, she began squeezing the bulge inside his pants. We think he might have tried to stop the old Loretta, but we're not sure. She unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out of his underwear, and began sucking on it while she was still on her knees. He was in shock for a few moments, but soon held the back of her head as she sucked him off. She was quite the tease, with all her kissing and licking. Sooner then she wanted, he came again, his cum falling into the towel she'd been cleaning with. Then she turned her attention back to the mess on the floor. She picked up what she could with her hands and placed the tray on the small table near the bottom of the stairs. "Please wait until I get a broom and dust pan to sweep up this mess. "Wouldn't want anyone to slip and fall now, would we?" Saying that, she walked down the hall toward the kitchen. That Loretta, didn't return with broom in hand, the young one did. Roy still stood in the front doorway staring out into the invisible nothingness. Loretta put down the broom and dustpan, walked over and placed her hand on his right shoulder, and in a sweet comforting voice began explaining what was going on. "You see Mr. Roy Quel, you have been earning bad Karma for most of your pathetic life. And you know the old saying, 'You'll Get What's Coming To You Sooner Or Later?” Well Mr. Quel it's your time to get back what you've put into life. All those lies you've been telling all your about invisible ghosts, where there are none. Then there's all the other lies and abuses you have subjected to those around you . Then there IS your arrogance, need I say more? This is where you'll live now." "You lied to me." he screamed."You lied to me." She grabbed his hand firmly, and dragged him into the plush living room. As they walked toward the living room she changed from the young girl, into the middle age woman, and then into the old lady. Her whole body and face changed. But she still wore the same beautiful dress. Only the dress aged as she did. Now it was stained, tattered, and as old as she looked. She took him by the shoulders and sat him down on the wood trimmed couch. "You see Mr. Quel, My guy friend, who's already made your acquaintance, his name is, Master Karma, and we are The three fates, my name is, Loretta." Suddenly he hears voices outside, two men and a woman. They were familiar voices, they were the voices of his co-workers. He could just make out what they were saying. He jumps up and runs toward the door, gazes out, but still can't see them. "Where's Roy gone to? The police and the search parties have been looking for him for days." "I don't know Mary, or why he left his car out here, in the middle of a field." Roy screamed out their names at the top of his lungs, into the invisible emptiness but no one answered. "It's been four days and there's still no sign of him, they're going to quit looking for him come dusk today. Then he'll be put on the missing persons list." Peter said. "Why can't they hear me, I can hear them?" Roy pleaded. "We are in a place where there is no time, or space as you know it, all you know has no relevance in this house. All you once knew, is forever gone. Now if you'll come with me, we'll give you a tour of your new home, and say our goodbyes. You see Mr. Quel, we don't live here, only you do, only you.” She took him by the arm and lead him again into the living room. Her touch wasn't comforting, any more. He still wanted to take her to bed. With everything weird going on, he was still a dog. "I'll be over later,for a slice of that apple pie, Loretta" I whisper to her. Then I reviewed my list of other bad Karma makers, who's times are up. "Let's see, where is your name?" good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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So nice to see you posting again! Great story, I hope you post more.
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I love Halloween and this is a great story with a cool twist!
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Nice to see you back, great story, thank you.
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Hey, welcome back, Serina
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  Welcome back, Serina! You were greatly missed ! {=} 
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