This is so ridiculously late, but better late than never I guess. The rest will be posted over the next couple of days.
Warnings: None for this part, but there'll be porn a little further on (do I even need to warn for that?)
The house at the end of Oak Street had been empty, broken down, and creepy as hell, for as long as Jared could remember. In fact, his mother had told him that it was spoken about, in fearful whispers, as being a haunted house back when she was in grade school, and her father had told her that children had thought the same when he himself was a boy. Normally, something like a rumored haunted house would have had the teenagers of the town clamoring to either investigate it, or use it as a make-out/party spot, but for some reason, even the bravado of teenagers wasn't quite enough to get anyone to actually go anywhere near it. The adults of the town, also, either avoided it because they too thought it was haunted, or the No Trespassing sign kept them away. Either way, nobody went near it, and if people had to pass by the house, they usually did so while keeping as much distance as possible. There were always taunts and dares of course, but to the best of Jared's knowledge, not a single person had ever taken the plunge.
Now here he was at twenty one years of age, home from college for Halloween, doing what was possibly the stupidest thing he'd ever done, or would ever do, in his whole life. A life that he hopes will be a long one, if he can just make it through the rest of the night.
Jared has had the same bunch of friends since Grade School, and out of all of his friends, Chad has always been the one most likely to get him into some sort of trouble, and it seemed tonight wasn't going to be any exception. Jared never had been able to back down from a dare where Chad was concerned—he has the tattoo of a Rocky and Bullwinkle on his ass (don't ask), that proves that point quite colorfully and permanently.
All six of them had been at Max's Halloween party, drinking way more than was probably advisable, but hell...it was Halloween after all, and you're supposed to get dressed in stupid costumes, get drunk, and act like idiots. It was Connor who had brought up the house on Oak Street, which was actually pretty standard Halloween conversation, with everyone speculating about why the house had been empty for so long. Stories of past owners who might have died there, witches covens practicing black magic, and one rumor – which nobody Jared knew had ever been able to substantiate – about a murder there in the 1920s.
And that's when it happened. Chad had dared Jared to walk up and knock on the door. Jared could admit to himself, even if he wouldn't admit it to Chad, that he was scared absolutely shitless at the thought. Because even if he was a grown-ass man now, the house really was that damn spooky, and rumors usually have some basis in fact, right? But after all the liquid courage at the party and the obligatory goading from Chad, Jared foolishly accepted and the group had set off.
Fill: The house at the end of the street - Part 1
Date: 2014-11-04 02:46 pm (UTC)Warnings: None for this part, but there'll be porn a little further on (do I even need to warn for that?)
The house at the end of Oak Street had been empty, broken down, and creepy as hell, for as long as Jared could remember. In fact, his mother had told him that it was spoken about, in fearful whispers, as being a haunted house back when she was in grade school, and her father had told her that children had thought the same when he himself was a boy. Normally, something like a rumored haunted house would have had the teenagers of the town clamoring to either investigate it, or use it as a make-out/party spot, but for some reason, even the bravado of teenagers wasn't quite enough to get anyone to actually go anywhere near it. The adults of the town, also, either avoided it because they too thought it was haunted, or the No Trespassing sign kept them away. Either way, nobody went near it, and if people had to pass by the house, they usually did so while keeping as much distance as possible. There were always taunts and dares of course, but to the best of Jared's knowledge, not a single person had ever taken the plunge.
Now here he was at twenty one years of age, home from college for Halloween, doing what was possibly the stupidest thing he'd ever done, or would ever do, in his whole life. A life that he hopes will be a long one, if he can just make it through the rest of the night.
Jared has had the same bunch of friends since Grade School, and out of all of his friends, Chad has always been the one most likely to get him into some sort of trouble, and it seemed tonight wasn't going to be any exception. Jared never had been able to back down from a dare where Chad was concerned—he has the tattoo of a Rocky and Bullwinkle on his ass (don't ask), that proves that point quite colorfully and permanently.
All six of them had been at Max's Halloween party, drinking way more than was probably advisable, but hell...it was Halloween after all, and you're supposed to get dressed in stupid costumes, get drunk, and act like idiots. It was Connor who had brought up the house on Oak Street, which was actually pretty standard Halloween conversation, with everyone speculating about why the house had been empty for so long. Stories of past owners who might have died there, witches covens practicing black magic, and one rumor – which nobody Jared knew had ever been able to substantiate – about a murder there in the 1920s.
And that's when it happened. Chad had dared Jared to walk up and knock on the door. Jared could admit to himself, even if he wouldn't admit it to Chad, that he was scared absolutely shitless at the thought. Because even if he was a grown-ass man now, the house really was that damn spooky, and rumors usually have some basis in fact, right? But after all the liquid courage at the party and the obligatory goading from Chad, Jared foolishly accepted and the group had set off.