The Green Lady - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

The Green Lady - A Halloween Story

... room has not been neutralized.”

That sign intrigued Loretta and she tried the door. It was locked. But as Loretta turned away from the door, it opened from the inside. A soft voice called out, “Please come in. I’m so lonely in here.”

Loretta’s first thought was that this was a really neat special effect. But she wasn’t in the mood for special effects. She was going to just walk back down to the main floor, but the voice behind the door repeated, “Please...”

Loretta said aloud, “What the hell. It might be interesting.”

She turned around and went back to the door which was now open about a finger’s width. She slowly pushed it open and then gasped aloud. The room was beautiful!

“As you can tell,” a very pale woman said with obvious pride as she gestured around the room, “my favorite color is green.”

The woman was dressed in a vibrant green dress. Her light brown hair was held back by a matching green ribbon which trailed down her back almost as far as her hair. There were three oil lamps burning in the room. One was on the dresser; one on a stand beside the bed; and one on a low desk which sat in front of the window. The shades on all three of the lamps were the same dark, vibrant green as the patterned wallpaper which covered the walls. A matching wallpaper with the same pattern in white covered the ceiling. Whoever had restored this room had spent a lot of money.

“It’s beautiful,” Loretta said with a sigh. Then she gasped as she unconsciously added, ...

... “And so are you.”

“Harold thought so, too,” the woman said and then smiled. She smoothed the front of her dress with her hands and then said,“He made this room for me when he built the house.” She smiled again. This time her smile looked a little pained. After a long pause, she said almost flatly, “He said it was a safe place for me to practice my perversions.”

Loretta again gasped slightly, and the woman once again smoothed her dress. Then she continued, “My parents were an accepted part of high society. Harold needed someone to establish him as more than nouveau riche.” She laughed before continuing, “... and my parents wanted to get rid of me before I could create a public scandal that would damage the family name.”

She reached out and stroked Loretta’s face and then said, “They knew I liked girls.”

She paused and a pouty frown flashed across her face. “So did Harold,” she said with a sigh. “That’s why he made this room for me with its secret staircase to the back porch.” She shrugged and gave Loretta a wrinkled smile.

“Is that why you invited me in here?” Loretta asked.

“Yes... and no,” the green lady replied. “You are very lonely and you are in deep despair. I think you needed me. You were going to take your own life tonight when you got back to your apartment.”

“How do you know that?” Loretta sputtered.

“When you are very rich,” the woman answered, “you know many things. And in my current situation, I know even more.”

She held out her hand and ...