A Haunting

Ok lets give some stats! Aron: 18 years old, 5″11, 170 lbs, mid length black hair skinny but somewhat athletic . Patrick: 48 years old, 6″3 225 lbs, good shape gray hair. Samantha: 43 years old, 5″6 135 lbs, b32 cup breasts and a nice round butt, little bit of a gut but not fat.
This story will tell all 3 characters point of view, their name will be listed before their point of view begins.

After a death in the family Patrick decides to move his family far away from their old home and into a new house. Mysterious things start to happen though after moving in.

Aron looks up at the 2 floored victorian styled house as his dad pull’s into the driveway and park’s the Jeep Grand cherokee. His mom who is in the passenger seat looks back, “well what do you think? Pretty nice huh?” She smiles at her son. Aron look’s at the big older house a little more and kinda frown’s. He didn’t wanna move, least of all to the other side of the country to live in Virginia. He was use to the beaches of california.

He looks at his mom and lies, “Yeah….look’s great mom…you and Dad did good…” He doesn’t want to hurt his parents feelings. His dad gets out of the Jeep and walks over to the passenger side letting his mom out. Aron steps out as well, grabbing his skateboard as he does. The front yard is pretty big, a lot of tree’s leading up to the front of the house. The old victorian white house did have an interesting look to it….but wasn’t his style.

Oh my god it’s perfect! Samantha says as she enters looking around. Wooden floors and very nice white and green wallpaper. Aron’s dad steps in behind her and smiles. Putting his hand on his son’s shoulder as he steps in as well. ” Your room is upstairs, last door on the left”. He smile’s down at him, “thanks dad, I better have a look around”. Aron takes a step forward, there is a large staircase right in the middle of the room right after you enter through the front door. Guess I better see what’s upstairs….he thinks to himself.

The door squeaks kind of loudly as Aron opens it. Looking around at what would be his room until he left for college….which he was looking forward to very much at this point. Just like every other room in the home it had wooden floors but it had deep purple colored wallpaper. It must have been a girls room at one point. He is thankful that his dad made all of the moving arrangements though. All of his furniture was already in his room, as he sit’s down at the edge of his bed and looks around.

Pushing his fingers through his mid length hair for a second. He turn’s his head over to where there is a mirror on the wall. The fuck!

There was a blonde girl staring at him from the side of the bed, in a blink of an eye though she was gone! Aron shoots up in front of his bed for a minute holding his head. He was tired….that’s it…just tired from the long drive. He walk’s out of the room, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t seen anything.

(Patrick)

Patrick walk’s downstairs and into the old basement. When he was shown the house the first time he fell in love with the spacious basement that already had a work bench in it. He smile’s as he look’s around. He had a desk and a brand new leather office chair put down in his work area. The basement was pretty simple, concrete walls and floors and four or five windows. He sits down in his chair and leans back a bit with his eyes closed. Thinking about the future in the new home.

He hears footsteps appraoching him from behind. His eyes are still closed but he assumes that it is Samantha. He smiles “decide to come down and see the work station did you?” He feels hands go onto his shoulders and begin to massage them. Oooohhh babe you haven’t done this in a long time. He smiles and reaches back holding her hands. Wow…your hands are cold as ice Samantha….he looks back.

No one is there…..Patrick rotates the desk chair around and grabs the handles a little bit tighter as he look’s around. Standing up he gives every inch of the basement a look….he doesn’t find anyone. He puts his hand on the back of his head….he can’t come up with a rational explanation. He deicdes to just head back upstairs and keep what had just happened to himself.

After dinner Patrick sits at the end of he and Samanthas king sized bed and pulls a couple of boxes closer, opening them to see what was in them.