Talent Slither

The House

By Slither | 2008

It all started with that house. Passing by everyday, feeling eyes boring into my back. Drawn to it would be putting it mildly. The house was a on old fashioned 2 story affair. It must have been more than 100 years old. A grand old beauty. White with the lovely detailing, the gingerbread kind of the old days gone by. A wraparound veranda. With a turret on the front right side. Just wanted to set the stage for you so to speak. To paint a picture in your mind.

In the passing of time, it became an obsession to catch someone outside, just to see who lived there. No such luck. As it came to pass, curiousity overwhelmed me and I had to stop and meet the persons of this home. Too late to turn back now as I knocked on the front door. Darkness shifting down to shadow me standing on that porch. As the door slowly opened to reveal the occupant, I had a momentary urge to run, as in my childhood days of knocking and running as I giggled, the sound carried away by the wind. But I remained steadfast as I am now an adult and as such cannot exhibit such behavior.

She was a creature of unearthly loveliness. Dark auburn hair trailing to her waist. Piercing green eyes, and milk smooth skin. I knew, knew there was something unnatural about her. I just couldn't put my finger on it. But, I didn't care. I craved her right then. Shaking myself , and remembering my manners, I introduced myself to this erethral being. When she spoke, it was with a slight accent that I couldn't place right away. Speaking in an old-fashioned lilt to tease my ears.

To make matters worse, a man appeared behind her and as she moved to make room for him, I discovered that he was as dazzling as she. I wanted to prostrate myself to them and beg to be their slave. What the hell is wrong with me? I would never think like this. Ever. Remember though, I did say that there was something wrong with her, him too. Oozing power and sex, otherworldliness.