Linda Lou's Midnight Walk
Newspaper Extract from The Daily Inquirer
October 25, Tim Kolchak Reporting
It had seemed like such a romantic idea at the time. After all, by taking
the old dirt road it was only a mile and a half from the bar where she'd
been meeting with friends back to her house. But now Linda Lou (last name
with held) was regretting the fanciful notion of a moon lit walk, wishing
she'd taken up those offers for a ride.
Linda Lou, LL to her friends, quickened her stride as the October winds
swirled around her. Long strands of her dark hair whipped in the wind, her
light jacket doing little to keep her warm in the cool night air. Clouds
rolled in obscuring the moon, bringing a damp fog with it.
As LL rounded a bend in the road, her nerves were further strained by an
owl, hooting just as she passed under his tree. She let out a yelp, then
became embarrassed at being startled so easily. In only a few more paces
though she was actively muttering obscenities as rain began to pelt her
body.
Off the road, across a small field stood an old farmhouse. Thinking it would
do as well for shelter as anything she took off for it. She had the passing
thought that perhaps she could call Frank, her boyfriend to pick her up, but
her hopes were soon dashed. As she neared the structure it was easily
apparent, even in the dim light, that it had been abandoned many years ago.
Windows were broken, curtains fluttered in the breeze, shutters hung askew.
Her attention focused on the house, Linda Lou had failed to pay attention to
where she was walking. She paid for her inattentiveness when she went
tumbling over a rock and fell right into a mud puddle. Letting out a growl
of anger, she scrambled to her feet, and realized one foot was bare. She
began looking for her wayward shoe, as well as for the offending rock.
To her surprise it was not a rock that was the cause of her misfortune but
instead a small headstone. It was not alone either, many grave markers
surrounded her. 'A family cemetary.' she thought. A lightening flash
accompanied by thunder snapped LL back to reality. Turning, she abandoned
her shoe and darted the last few feet to the house. Not stopping she ran
right through the open door and into the front hall.
"Hello?" she yelled, dripping and breathing heavily. "Anyone here?" Her only
answer was a thunderclap from outside.
Even though LL had quit smoking years ago, she kept up the habit of carrying
her lighter. Grateful, she managed to dig it out of her purse. In the feeble
light she spotted a candelabra on a small table, just inside the door. One
candle was missing, and the others were low but enough remained to still be
useable.
With a little more light, LL looked around at her shelter. For it's age it
was in surprisingly decent condition. She moved into the living room, happy
to find much of the furniture still remained. Dusty, faded, it still
provided a place to sit. Wet and chilled she began to shiver. LL knew if she
didn't get warmed up she could get quite sick. Deathly sick.
Looking around, she gathered some small twigs, presumably drug in by small
creatures, and scraps of wood from broken furniture. Piling them into the
fireplace she hesitated before trying to light them, unsure of the safety of
the old stone hearth. But then, if she did nothing she could get
hypothermia, and decided to risk it.
The fireplace proved safe enough, and soon a cheery glow filled the room.
Still shivering though, Linda Lou realized her clothes were soaked.
Hesitantly, she began removing them, laying them by the fire to dry. Her
jacket, blouse, skirt, then pantyhose were soon drying by the blaze. Since
she wore no panties, she decided modesty be damned and removed her bra as
well, letting her 42 D's free.
Sliding up a chair before the fire, LL got as comfortable as possible. Now
that her skin could be warmed directly, the chills quickly stopped. Indeed,
a warm feeling began to wash over her. Bored, she had been daydreaming about
Frank. Thinking back on their last lovemaking session, about how good his
big, thick meat felt when it penetrated her body.
Without even being conscious of it, her legs had parted and a finger was
idly stroking at her clitoris. She began to rub faster, not making a
decision to masturbate, but rather just going with the flow. Soon two
fingers were pumping in and out of her furry vagina, while her other
alternated between rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples.
LL let out a small moan, then quivered as her body achieved orgasm. At that
moment a loud crash echoed from behind her. With a scream she leaped from
the chair, turning to see what had made the noise. Linda Lou shuddered and
sank her face into her hands, almost crying with relief when she realized it
was nothing more than an old shutter that had picked that moment to break
loose and swing in the wind.
Creeped out, she checked her clothes, but they were still quite damp. The
continuing rain forced her to nervously decide to stay put a while longer.
Sitting still time seemed to pass slowly, LL thought that she even dozed off
at some point.
Suddenly, LL was wide awake. Every nerve was on end. The fire had died down,
and she felt frozen in her chair, unable to move. From somewhere behind her,
she heard a thump, followed by another, as if someone was slowly walking.
Thump. Thump. Thump. The steps got closer. LL was desperate, she wanted to
look, wanted to leap from the chair and run, but try as she could she could
only sit, frozen in fear. Thump. Thump. Thump. She closed her eyes.
Her next sensation was of her legs, being thrust apart. Her ass felt like it
was being lifted, just slightly. She let out a gasp as something penetrated
her vagina. Her head rolled back and forth, "no no no" she moaned. She
wanted to look, but was too terrified. At the same time, she was suddenly
aware of also being intensely aroused.
As... whatever it was plunged in out of her, terror mixed with ecstasy. Over
and over, faster and faster the warm thick thing slammed into her womanhood.
Her hands found her breasts and began pinching her nipples. Some part of her
brain was screaming "no, this is wrong, noooooooo" but another part was
screaming "yes, oh yes!" back.
Suddenly the plunging stopped, and she felt hot liquid gush inside her. Her
belly exploded as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her.
She began screaming, screaming with lust at first, then, as she became
conscious, of unrelenting terror.
Linda Lou came to, slowly, as she was being shook. She blinked her eyes
against the bright light. "LL? Baby? Thank god, are you all right? Baby?" a
familiar voice brought her back to reality. She sat up, looking around,
taking stock of her situation. She was sitting in the middle of a big field.
Frank was there, holding her, bright sunlight was creeping over the horizon.
When she shivered, she realized she was also naked. "Baby, what happened?"
he was asking.
As the memories began flooding over her, she grabbed Frank and just held
him. After several minutes, she had calmed down, and had also gratefully
accepted his warm jacket. In a few words, she began retelling her story.
When she got done, Frank was looking at her with a blank look on his face.
"You don't believe me." she concluded.
"Well, it's just that... well there's no house around here."
Her ire raised, Linda Lou was determined to prove herself, as much to
convince herself as to convince her boyfriend. "C'mon I'll show you." She
got up and marched across the muddy field. In a few minutes she found the
tombstones, poking out above the weeds.
"Ah-ha!" she yelled in triumph. Picking up her muddy shoe she waved it in
Frank's face. "There, you see! Now, that means the house is right over..."
as she turned, she stopped in mid sentence. No house appeared, only a big
open field.
"But... but.. it was here, I know it was." Stumbling, she came across some
rocks, in a square pattern.
"There's the foundation." she heard Frank say in a quiet voice. "But Honey,
there hasn't been a house there in over 40 years. Look, there's the
historical marker."
Frank read aloud "Wolfe House. On this site was the first home in the
county, built 1799 by Jeremiah Wolfe. It remained in the Wolfe family for
many years, until abandoned in the early 1900s. The house fell into
disrepair and burned down in 1952. "
"See." he concluded softly.
"But... I... my shoe... my clothes..." LL shook her head, confused. "I know
it happened, I know it did."
Frank and LL came to me with their story several days later. Frank had taken
LL to the hospital to be checked out, then to the police. The local police,
in their infinite wisdom, concluded someone had overheard Linda Lou saying
she was going to walk home and slipped a drug into her drink. Following her,
he or they waited until she passed out and took advantage of her. She had
dreamed up the whole thing from her drug induced stupor.
Of course, the police made this brilliant deduction despite the fact that
all of LL's drug tests came back negative, and despite her insistence that
she hadn't decided to walk home until after she'd stepped outside the bar.
Frank and LL still live here, although LL has an understandable reluctance
to go down that certain road. As for me, I went back out there, and found a
definite set of footprints from where the house had stood to where Frank had
found Linda Lou lying.
Sure, you might be skeptical of their story, but I freely admit that if he
ever finds himself taking a midnight walk down a dirt road and a rain storm
comes up, well this reporter is going to just keep walking.
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I hope you enjoyed this. If you got creeped out while reading this, please
let me know! If anyone wants to swap stories, or has questions you can
e-mail me at plumplvr@hotmail.com .
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