Double Halloween Murder part 4 of 5

Double Halloween Murder part 4 of 5

The entire building shakes. The water has reached your ankles. A thundering groan drowns out all sound. You cover your ears. Turning this way you search for another door, or a window or anything to free you from the nightmarish house. You lunge for a closet door, but it does not budge. You curse and realize it would not have helped anyway.

When you glance toward the stairs, you immediately wish you had not. The stairs are gone. All that remains is a sealed corridor. In the blackest depths of the hall, four blank faces stare out at you. Each one is motionless. Pure cold fright seizes your insides. Your mind starts to taunt you. You know you will never escape them. Nothing in the house is right. Even now the walls bow inward, and the air is split with that roaring groan. The doors will not open to you. Why would you think a window would be any better? Why can't you wake up?

Those pale faces move. You lose sight of them, but you can still see the movement in the dark. They are coming. Alarms are sounding in your head. There is no time to think. There is no time for anything.

You are back away. Sloshing through the lukewarm water, you turn to flee. That sensation is so powerful. It feels like the faceless things are right there, arms reaching for your neck. You hear that siren scream.

The images of those gaping black mouths flash in your head. White hot terror floods your brain in neurotic flashes.

You stumble through a door. For several seconds, you are frozen in shock. Then, you scramble to slam it shut. As though something would try to break in, you fling yourself against the door and pin it closed.

All at once, everything is silent.

A warm orange glow fills the room. Gasping, you rub your eyes and blink several times, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Things are all of a sudden quiet, which is so very strange after hearing the groaning of the house and that terrible scream. It is a bedroom. You see a desk sitting in a corner, piled with books. There is a set of sliding doors for the closet. There is a bathroom. Nothing is dark. Nothing is misplaced. Nothing seems... strange.

It is the sounds that you hear that surprise you. A gentle tune is playing faintly in the room.

"Oh, god!"

The glare of actual light hurts your eyes at first. You squint, searching for the source of the sounds.

"Ooh, right... there...."

The sheets on the bed are in piles. You hear squeaking. Clothes litter the floor. All you can do is stare. It is such a sudden shift. Even now you tremble. Your wet feet soak the carpet. Each breath is a stuttering gasp. The house was ready to cave in on you. It is hard to come to grips with the pleasant simplicity of the two people on the bed.

"Oh, oh my god! Oh, harder!"

"OH, you like it rough?"

You stare in utter amazement.

The woman sits atop the man. Her skin is a vibrant glow, but the man's skin is a deep tan. It is a beautiful contrast. Every curve in her back seems to slide and twist. The sight is so alluring. Her arms press downward, locked stiff against the man's broad chest. The woman's waist is rolling back and forth. Her plump cheeks clench together every time she slides forward into the man's lap. Two strong hands clutch her tightly, pulling her deeper and deeper.

"Oh, right... like that!"

You blink at the scene. Your mouth hangs agape.

One thrust from the man's powerful hips and his thighs slap the woman's skin. His genitals bounce beneath her ass. The woman tosses back her head and wails out in pleasure. You watch the soft ends of her hairbrush across that slender back. A hand comes down hard with a pop on her ass cheek. The lady squeals gleefully. Her thrusts become faster, more desperate than before.

The pieces in your head are still spinning. All that water... those screams... now this? None of it made sense. You turn and look at the door in a daze, then stare back at the couple having sex. Licking your lips, you bite down hard on your tongue. It is a dream, right? It really must be. It must be.

The man sits up and cradles his lover in his arms. You watch them kiss. They kiss until they are out of breath. Their tongues roll together as they gasp for air repeatedly. The woman moans against his lips. The two of them could not be more lost in each other's embrace. Her waist rolls into his with each lull of the soft music. You see his fingers digging into the ample flesh of her ass.

You still have not moved. You feel lost, like a shipwrecked sailor seeing land for the first time. It feels hollow and weak in your bones.

The sight of the lovers is so serene, so pleasant that you enjoy the confusion for a moment, even going as far as to grin at the utter ridiculousness of it all.

Then you notice something.

You gaze at the man and the woman, entranced by their lovemaking and stunned by this sudden shift of realities. Your eyes take in so much of their flesh, that hard rough muscle against her delicate curves.

Something is different... something stands out

You watch the man heave his body up into hers. You watch the arch in her back as her hair flips wildly. You hear the cry of ecstasy that bursts from her shiny lips...

Lips. Eyes, noses, ears! You can see their faces! For once in this damned nightmare, you see recognizable human features!

And what features they are. The very sight of the woman's face makes your breath hang in your chest. She is beautiful by anyone's standards. The way her eyelashes flutter at the man's touch speaks to the sensations she must feel. Looking at her face, with her lips open in a moan of pleasure, you feel a twist inside of you. The man nibbles at her neck lost in the taste of her smooth skin. His groans and grunts are those of pure carnal hunger. Your eyes trace that hard jawline, down to the hunks of muscle at his shoulders. His flesh is so tight, so tough, and so tan.

You suddenly feel out of place like an intruder. By now, you would have thought the lovers would have seen or heard you burst into the room. A sick feeling starts to swirl in your gut. You cannot seem to look away from the couple. Surely, they are the same people you spied on in the living room, right? Downstairs you felt aroused. What is this feeling now? Why is your heart pounding? Why do you feel your cheeks flush warm? Is it simple embarrassment? Is it because of the crazy shit in the house?

There is something about the lover's faces... but what?

"Oh, God!"

You blink. The couple has stopped their lovemaking. You watch as the woman scrambles out of the man's lap. She is pulling the covers up to hide her body. The man's eyes are wide as he bats the air. With his other hand, he vainly tries to shield his erection.

"Hey, c'mon, just take it easy," the man says.

He is talking to you. You stare at him in confusion.

"Just think about this, put that down!" He insists.

You look behind you, then back at him. What is he talking about?

In three blinding seconds, white-hot light sears your eyes. So many images flood your brain. Each one flashes, too quickly to follow. A man is standing but quickly falls. The object cracks against his knee.

You see a man's face. You see the red slop that remains on the floor.

Blood. A man's body quivers and jerks. The fingers and the arm draw up like a bird's claw. Nerves still shoot in the body.

The flashes of the light stop. Your chest is heaving. Somewhere in the room, a shrill scream fills the air. You taste copper. It is dripping from your nose. Glancing down, you stare at the body at your feet in horror. Your lip trembles. The tan body still jerks. You cannot even look at the soup near his neck.

You gasp in shock. Even as you turn the aluminum bat over in your hand, you cannot believe you are holding it. Where did it come from?

To be continued