Plump Lvr wrote:
> Linda Lou's Midnight Walk
>
> Newspaper Extract from The Daily Inquirer
> October 25, Tim Kolchak Reporting
>
> It had seemed like such a romantic idea at the time. After all, by taking
> the old dirt road it was only a mile and a half from the bar where she'd
> been meeting with friends back to her house. But now Linda Lou (last name
> with held) was regretting the fanciful notion of a moon lit walk, wishing
> she'd taken up those offers for a ride.
>
> Linda Lou, LL to her friends, quickened her stride as the October winds
> swirled around her. Long strands of her dark hair whipped in the wind, her
> light jacket doing little to keep her warm in the cool night air. Clouds
> rolled in obscuring the moon, bringing a damp fog with it.
>
> As LL rounded a bend in the road, her nerves were further strained by an
> owl, hooting just as she passed under his tree. She let out a yelp, then
> became embarrassed at being startled so easily. In only a few more paces
> though she was actively muttering obscenities as rain began to pelt her
> body.
>
> Off the road, across a small field stood an old farmhouse. Thinking it would
> do as well for shelter as anything she took off for it. She had the passing
> thought that perhaps she could call Frank, her boyfriend to pick her up, but
> her hopes were soon dashed. As she neared the structure it was easily
> apparent, even in the dim light, that it had been abandoned many years ago.
> Windows were broken, curtains fluttered in the breeze, shutters hung askew.
>
> Her attention focused on the house, Linda Lou had failed to pay attention to
> where she was walking. She paid for her inattentiveness when she went
> tumbling over a rock and fell right into a mud puddle. Letting out a growl
> of anger, she scrambled to her feet, and realized one foot was bare. She
> began looking for her wayward shoe, as well as for the offending rock.
>
> To her surprise it was not a rock that was the cause of her misfortune but
> instead a small headstone. It was not alone either, many grave markers
> surrounded her. 'A family cemetary.' she thought. A lightening flash
> accompanied by thunder snapped LL back to reality. Turning, she abandoned
> her shoe and darted the last few feet to the house. Not stopping she ran
> right through the open door and into the front hall.
>
> "Hello?" she yelled, dripping and breathing heavily. "Anyone here?" Her only
> answer was a thunderclap from outside.
>
> Even though LL had quit smoking years ago, she kept up the habit of carrying
> her lighter. Grateful, she managed to dig it out of her purse. In the feeble
> light she spotted a candelabra on a small table, just inside the door. One
> candle was missing, and the others were low but enough remained to still be
> useable.
>
> With a little more light, LL looked around at her shelter. For it's age it
> was in surprisingly decent condition. She moved into the living room, happy
> to find much of the furniture still remained. Dusty, faded, it still
> provided a place to sit. Wet and chilled she began to shiver. LL knew if she
> didn't get warmed up she could get quite sick. Deathly sick.
>
> Looking around, she gathered some small twigs, presumably drug in by small
> creatures, and scraps of wood from broken furniture. Piling them into the
> fireplace she hesitated before trying to light them, unsure of the safety of
> the old stone hearth. But then, if she did nothing she could get
> hypothermia, and decided to risk it.
>
> The fireplace proved safe enough, and soon a cheery glow filled the room.
> Still shivering though, Linda Lou realized her clothes were soaked.
> Hesitantly, she began removing them, laying them by the fire to dry. Her
> jacket, blouse, skirt, then pantyhose were soon drying by the blaze. Since
> she wore no panties, she decided modesty be damned and removed her bra as
> well, letting her 42 D's free.
>
> Sliding up a chair before the fire, LL got as comfortable as possible. Now
> that her skin could be warmed directly, the chills quickly stopped. Indeed,
> a warm feeling began to wash over her. Bored, she had been daydreaming about
> Frank. Thinking back on their last lovemaking session, about how good his
> big, thick meat felt when it penetrated her body.
>
> Without even being conscious of it, her legs had parted and a finger was
> idly stroking at her clitoris. She began to rub faster, not making a
> decision to masturbate, but rather just going with the flow. Soon two
> fingers were pumping in and out of her furry vagina, while her other
> alternated between rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples.
>
> LL let out a small moan, then quivered as her body achieved orgasm. At that
> moment a loud crash echoed from behind her. With a scream she leaped from
> the chair, turning to see what had made the noise. Linda Lou shuddered and
> sank her face into her hands, almost crying with relief when she realized it
> was nothing more than an old shutter that had picked that moment to break
> loose and swing in the wind.
>
> Creeped out, she checked her clothes, but they were still quite damp. The
> continuing rain forced her to nervously decide to stay put a while longer.
> Sitting still time seemed to pass slowly, LL thought that she even dozed off
> at some point.
>
> Suddenly, LL was wide awake. Every nerve was on end. The fire had died down,
> and she felt frozen in her chair, unable to move. From somewhere behind her,
> she heard a thump, followed by another, as if someone was slowly walking.
> Thump. Thump. Thump. The steps got closer. LL was desperate, she wanted to
> look, wanted to leap from the chair and run, but try as she could she could
> only sit, frozen in fear. Thump. Thump. Thump. She closed her eyes.
>
> Her next sensation was of her legs, being thrust apart. Her ass felt like it
> was being lifted, just slightly. She let out a gasp as something penetrated
> her vagina. Her head rolled back and forth, "no no no" she moaned. She
> wanted to look, but was too terrified. At the same time, she was suddenly
> aware of also being intensely aroused.
>
> As... whatever it was plunged in out of her, terror mixed with ecstasy. Over
> and over, faster and faster the warm thick thing slammed into her womanhood.
> Her hands found her breasts and began pinching her nipples. Some part of her
> brain was screaming "no, this is wrong, noooooooo" but another part was
> screaming "yes, oh yes!" back.
>
> Suddenly the plunging stopped, and she felt hot liquid gush inside her. Her
> belly exploded as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her.
> She began screaming, screaming with lust at first, then, as she became
> conscious, of unrelenting terror.
>
> Linda Lou came to, slowly, as she was being shook. She blinked her eyes
> against the bright light. "LL? Baby? Thank god, are you all right? Baby?" a
> familiar voice brought her back to reality. She sat up, looking around,
> taking stock of her situation. She was sitting in the middle of a big field.
> Frank was there, holding her, bright sunlight was creeping over the horizon.
> When she shivered, she realized she was also naked. "Baby, what happened?"
> he was asking.
>
> As the memories began flooding over her, she grabbed Frank and just held
> him. After several minutes, she had calmed down, and had also gratefully
> accepted his warm jacket. In a few words, she began retelling her story.
> When she got done, Frank was looking at her with a blank look on his face.
>
> "You don't believe me." she concluded.
>
> "Well, it's just that... well there's no house around here."
>
> Her ire raised, Linda Lou was determined to prove herself, as much to
> convince herself as to convince her boyfriend. "C'mon I'll show you." She
> got up and marched across the muddy field. In a few minutes she found the
> tombstones, poking out above the weeds.
>
> "Ah-ha!" she yelled in triumph. Picking up her muddy shoe she waved it in
> Frank's face. "There, you see! Now, that means the house is right over..."
> as she turned, she stopped in mid sentence. No house appeared, only a big
> open field.
>
> "But... but.. it was here, I know it was." Stumbling, she came across some
> rocks, in a square pattern.
>
> "There's the foundation." she heard Frank say in a quiet voice. "But Honey,
> there hasn't been a house there in over 40 years. Look, there's the
> historical marker."
>
> Frank read aloud "Wolfe House. On this site was the first home in the
> county, built 1799 by Jeremiah Wolfe. It remained in the Wolfe family for
> many years, until abandoned in the early 1900s. The house fell into
> disrepair and burned down in 1952. "
>
> "See." he concluded softly.
>
> "But... I... my shoe... my clothes..." LL shook her head, confused. "I know
> it happened, I know it did."
>
> Frank and LL came to me with their story several days later. Frank had taken
> LL to the hospital to be checked out, then to the police. The local police,
> in their infinite wisdom, concluded someone had overheard Linda Lou saying
> she was going to walk home and slipped a drug into her drink. Following her,
> he or they waited until she passed out and took advantage of her. She had
> dreamed up the whole thing from her drug induced stupor.
>
> Of course, the police made this brilliant deduction despite the fact that
> all of LL's drug tests came back negative, and despite her insistence that
> she hadn't decided to walk home until after she'd stepped outside the bar.
>
> Frank and LL still live here, although LL has an understandable reluctance
> to go down that certain road. As for me, I went back out there, and found a
> definite set of footprints from where the house had stood to where Frank had
> found Linda Lou lying.
>
> Sure, you might be skeptical of their story, but I freely admit that if he
> ever finds himself taking a midnight walk down a dirt road and a rain storm
> comes up, well this reporter is going to just keep walking.
>
> -----
>
> I hope you enjoyed this. If you got creeped out while reading this, please
> let me know! If anyone wants to swap stories, or has questions you can
> e-mail me at plumplvr@hotmail.com .
>
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