"Fuck, Addie, I've missed you," Greyson breathes into my neck,
humping me against the wall.My tailbone is going to be bruised in
the morning. I roll my eyes when he slurps at my neck again,
groaning when he rolls his dick into the apex of my thighs.
Deciding I needed to get over myself and blow off some steam,
I didn't cancel on Greyson like I wanted to. Like I wantto. I regret
that decision.
Currently, he has me pinned against the wall in my creepy
hallway. Old fashioned sconces line the blood red walls, with
dozens of family pictures from generations in between. I feel like
they're watching me, scorn and disappointment in their eyes asthey witness their descendant about to get railed right infront of
them.
Only a few of the lights work, and they just serve to illuminate
the spiderwebs they're crawling with. The rest of the hallway is
shadowed entirely, and I'm just waiting for the demon from The
Grudge to come crawling out so I have an excuse to run.
I would definitely trip Greysonon the way out at this point, and
not one inch of me is ashamed.
He murmurs some more dirtythings into my ear while I inspect
the sconce hanging above our heads. Greyson said in passing
once that he's scared of spiders. I wonder if I can discreetly reach
up, pluck a spider from its web, and put it down the back of
Greyson's shirt.
That would light a fire under his ass to get out of here, andhe'd
probably be too embarrassed to talk to me again. Win, win.
Just when I actually go to do it, he rears back, panting from all
the soloFrenchkissing he's been doing with my throat. It's like he
was waiting for my neck to lick him back or something.
His copper hair is mussed from my hands, and his pale skin is
stained with a blush. The curse of being a redhead, I suppose.
Greyson has everything else going for him in the looks
department. He's hot as sin, has a beautiful body anda killer
smile. Too bad he can't fuck and is a complete and utter
douchebag.
"Let's take this to the bedroom. I need to be inside of you now."
Internally, I cringe. Externally… I cringe. I try to play it off by
jerking my shirt over my head. He has the attention span of a
beagle. And just like I suspected, he's already forgotten about my
little blunder and is staring intensely at my tits.
Daya was right about that, too. I do have great tits.
He reaches up to tear thebra from my body—I probably
would've smacked him if he actually ripped it—but he freezes
when loud banging interrupts us from the main floor.
The sound is so sudden, so violently loud that I gasp, my heart
pounding in my chest. Our eyes meet in stunned silence.
Someone is pounding on my front door, and they don't sound too
nice."Are you expecting someone?" he asks, his hand dropping to
his side, seemingly frustrated by the interruption.
"No," I breathe. I quickly tug my shirt back on—backwards—
and rush down the creaky steps. Taking a moment to check
outside the window next tothe door, I see the front porch is
vacant. My brow furrows. Letting the curtain fall, I stand in front of
the door, the stillness of the night closing in on the manor.
Greyson walks up beside me and looks over at me with a
confused expression.
"Uh, you gonna answer that?" he asks dumbly, pointing at the
door as if I didn't know it was right in front of me. I almost thank
him for the directions just tobe an ass, but refrain. Something
about that knock has my instincts blaring Code Red. The knock
sounded aggressive. Angry. Like someone had pounded on the
door with all their strength.
Areal man would offer to open the door for me after hearing
such a violent sound. Especially when we're surrounded by a mile
of thick woods and a hundred-foot drop into the water.
But instead, Greyson stares at me expectantly. And a little like
I'm stupid. Huffing, I unlock the door and whip it open.
Again, no one is there. I step out onto the porch, the rotting
floorboards groaning beneath my weight. Cold wind stirs my
cinnamon hair,the strands tickling my face and sending shivers
racing across my skin. Goosebumps rise as I tuck my hair behind
my ears and walk over to one end of the porch. Leaning over the
rail, I look down the side of the house. No one.
No one on the other side of the house, either.
There could easily be someone watching me in the woods, but
I have no way of knowing with it being so dark. Not unlessI go out
there and search myself.
And as much as I love horrorfilms, I have no interest in starring
in one.
Greyson joins me on the porch, his own eyes scanning the
trees.
There's someone watching me. I can feel it. I'm as sure of it as
I am about the existence of gravity.
Chills run down my spine, accompanied by a burst of
adrenaline. It's the same feeling I get when I watch a scary movie.It begins with the beat of my heart, then a heavy weight settles
deep in my stomach, eventually sinking to my core. I shift, not
entirely comfortable with the feeling right now.
Huffing, I rush back into the house and up the steps. Greyson
trails behind me. I don't notice he's in the middle of undressing as
he walks down the hallway until he steps into my room after me.
When I turn, he's stark naked.
"Seriously?" I bite out. What a fucking idiot. Someone just
banged on my door like the wood personally put a splinter in their
ass, and he's immediately ready to pick up where he left off.
Slurping on my neck like one would slurp jello out of a container.
"What?" he asks incredulously, splaying his arms out to his
sides.
"Did you not just hear what I heard? Someone was banging on
my door, and it was kind of scary. I'm not in the mood to have sex
right now."
What happened to chivalry? I would think a normal man would
ask if I'm okay. Feel out how I'm feeling. Maybe try to make sure
I'm nice and relaxed before sticking their dick inside me.
You know, read the fucking room.
"You serious?" he questions, anger sparking in his brown eyes.
They're a shitty color, just like his shitty personality and even
shittier stroke game. The dude gives fish a run for their money, the
way he flops when he fucks. Might as well lay out naked in the fish
market—he'd have a better chance of finding someoneto take
him home. That person is not going to be me.
"Yes, I'm serious," I say with exasperation.
"Goddammit, Addie," he snaps, angrily swiping up a sockand
putting it on. He looks like anidiot—completely naked save for a
single sock because the rest of his clothes are still thrown
haphazardly in my hallway.
He storms out of my room, snatching up articles of clothing as
he goes. Whenhe gets about halfway down the long hallway, he
stops and turns to me.
"You're such a bitch, Addie. All you do is give me blue balls and
I'm sick of it. I'm done with you and this creepy fucking house," he
seethes, pointing a finger at me."And you're an asshole. Get the fuck out of my house,
Greyson." His eyes widen with shock first, and then narrow into
thin slits, brimming with fury. He turns, cocks his arm back and
sends his fist flying into the drywall.
Agasp is ripped from mythroat when half of hisarm
disappears, my mouth parting in both shock and disbelief.
"Since I'm not getting yours, thought I'd create my own hole to
get into tonight. Fix that, bitch," he spits. Still sporting only one
sock and an arm full of clothes, he storms off.
"You dick!" I rage, stomping towards the large hole in mywall
he just created.
The front door slams a minute later from below.
I hope the mysterious person is still out there. Let the asshole
get murdered wearing a single sock.
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APRIL 9 1944
THERE'S A STRANGER OUTSIDE MY WINDOW.
I DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS OR WHAT HE WANTS FROM ME.
I THINK HE KNOWS ME. HE WATCHESE THROUGH THE WINDOW WHEN JOHN'S NOT HOME.
HE WEARES A TOP HAT CONCELING HIS FACE FROM ME.
I'VE TRIED TO APPROACH HUM BUT WHEN I DO, HE RUNS AWAY.
I HAVEN'T TOLD JOHN YET. BUT SOMETHING KEEPS ME FROM OPENING MY MOUTH AND ADMITTING THAT A MAN IS WATCHING ME.
JOHN WOULDN'T HANDLE IT WELL HE'LL GO OUT WITH HIS SHOTGUN AND TRY TO FIND HIM.
I MUST ADMIT, I'M MORE AFRAID OF WHAT WOULD HAPPPEN TO MY VISITOR SHOULD MY HUSBAND SUCCEED.
I'M VERY AFRAID OF THIS STRANGE.
BUT MY GOD AM I ALSO INTRIGUED.
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