Saturday Matinee - The Haunting

 

 

It was common knowledge in the village, that the old Crane place was haunted....

Many of the residents had stories of their brushes with the supernatural around that place...

It was almost a rite of passage for youngsters to sneak onto the property....they all came back of course....but they all told their friends tales of horrifying experiences....most imagined, but maybe some real!!!

That's why they were all surprised to hear that Joanna Crane had decided to move into the house!!!

Joanna Crane was a celebrity, rich girl....famous for her debauched lifestyle...but her last breakup had been very public...and very nasty....and obviously her fault!!!

The press which had fawned over her had suddenly turned on her....and she was surprised at how quickly public opinion had changed.....she needed a place to hide and this small village...nestled in New England was just perfect....it was a home that even she hadn't been aware that she'd owned!!!

She arrived with little fanfare....and found the house in good order.....the caretakers had done a good job over the years....

Fully furnished with beautiful antique furniture she couldn't believe that she had never been here before....but as the heiress of Crane Industries her real estate holdings were vast and widespread and she just hadn't known...

Of course she heard of the rumors of haunting.....but what old estate didn't have such rumors?

The tales of terror told by the locals just made her more intrigued....what an adventure she'd have as she hid her from the press...from the world!!!

The news media soon tired of waiting at the front gate....day after day...with nothing to report....and most of them soon departed to look for scandalous behavior elsewhere...

It wasn't the first night....the house had been quiet and she had slept soundly.....

But soon she began to notice....noises....things disappearing and reappearing...

She could tell that her things had been disturbed....particularly her panty drawer!

At first she thought that the caretaker or his wife were at fault....she was sure that they could sell her panties on Ebay for a lot of money....but she soon ruled them out...

What could it mean?

Was there someone else who could come and go without her knowledge?

Then she thought of the stories of ghosts....could it be the ghosts that were stealing her panties? She needed to find out!

She began to take particular notice of how her undies were folded and how they were arranged in her dresser drawer.....and after a few days there could be no doubt...someone or something was invading her intimates....

After she was sure, she experimented by leaving very sexy panties in other rooms to see if they were moved too...

They were....some were moved and some were just gone....without a trace....

She then started walking through the house in just her undies...and talking to the spirits that might be in the house....

"You don't have to steal them you know....I'd be happy to share my panties with you....if you could just let me know that you're there....I love pretty things just like you do...we could be like sisters...if you would only show me that it's not my imagination..."

After several nights she began to get the distinct feeling that she was not alone as she walked through the house.....and turning quickly she thought she saw a movement in the shadows....

"If that's you, please don't hide from me....I want to get to know you...."

A shadow that was darker than the other shadows in the room moved toward her...it had the shape of a person...a head, torso, two arms, two legs...and it stopped when it was within arms reach....

She was frightened and excited at the same time....

"Who are you?" she asked.

She heard a noise like a wind through leaves but that was all...

"Can you speak to me?"

Another soft noise answered her....

"Why are you taking my panties? Don't you have your own?"

There was no response....then the shadow reached forward and took her hand....she almost pulled back....but it wasn't cold as she expected it to be and it felt solid enough....what disturbed her was that her hand disappeared into the shadow!!!

Slowly the shadow pulled her hand and placed it on it's side....sliding it down she could feel soft skin and then....unmistakably she felt the panties....

"I understand....you wear them....but have you none of your own?"

A soft whispering sound answered her and the shadow tugged her hand until it was at the small bow at the waist of the delicate garment....then it gave a slight push downward....and the spirits secret was revealed as her fingers felt a hard little thing there...

"Oh I see....that's how it is....you're a boy that likes to wear girls panties....is that it?"

Another soft whisper....but she felt it stiffen in her hand....

She yanked her hand away...she knew what to do....this certainly wasn't the first boy she'd had wearing her panties....

"Okay we're going to make a deal, you and I, I'll give you panties to wear but you'll have to give me something in return....."

In the weeks that followed the town was abuzz with new reports of moaning and screaming coming from the house....even the town constable had checked in on Ms. Crane who had assured him that everything was fine....

The local postman told his pals at the local pub how he was constantly delivering packages to the house...Fredericks of Hollywood....Victoria's Secret.....Agent Provocateur....and other names he hadn't ever heard of....

And although she was alone in the house he had heard her on more than one occasion shouting for someone to come look!!!!

And then he'd hear the low guttural moaning begin....