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Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

This is Chapter 1, which comprises parts 1 – 7. I will be posting the additional chapters in the coming days/weeks. Clementina has a total of seven chapters and 30+ parts, so it’s pretty hefty (about 140,000 words).

There are a couple of parts or chapters that can be skipped to save reading time, if you are so inclined, as they are sort of sidebars and about trying out weird ideas. I will call them out when I post them.

This is partly a horror story, so consider yourself warned.

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

PART I

There was something about the ringing of my mom’s phone in the kitchen that I just knew who it was and why she was calling.

It was almost ten at night and I was in the middle of a COD match with three friends. I tried to pretend I couldn’t hear the conversation taking place in the next room, but a part of my brain had to listen, because I knew it was going to involve me.

“This is Eva,” my mother said, answering the phone in her usual business-like tone, as I listened to one side of the conversation. “Oh, hi Clementina...yes, he’s here...sure...he’s in the middle of a game with some friends, but I can send him over when he’s done, if you don’t mind...it might be late, the university is on break so he doesn’t have to get up early...sure, no problem. Thanks.”

I muted my headset and called out to my mom.

“What is it this time?” I asked.

“There’s a leak in her basement, probably a pipe that needs to be replaced. If you can at least ...

... take a look at it tonight, that would be great. She said you could take your time, no rush. She’ll be up until at least 1:00 AM if you can head over before then.”

“Sure, no problem,” I said, and returned to the game.

Ah, dear Clementina. Where to begin…

The house my mom and I lived in was, you could say, the proverbial ‘last house on the left’. She and my father had bought the house just over a year ago. The neighborhood had been built on what was an old farm. The original family had sold most of the farmstead to the developer, but kept several acres and their farmhouse, barn, and a few outbuildings. There were rumors of Native American or Norse relics on the property but they were just rumors. My street was once the long driveway up to the old farmhouse and it dead-ended in a dirt double track leading up to the old house.

The old farmhouse was a massive thing perched on a hilltop. It had started as a ranch-style back in the early 1800’s, and then they added a second story and a peaked roof with a full attic. Then they bolted on a couple of additional wings, turning a sprawling rambler into an imposing, gothic monster that dominated the view for miles around.

Clementina was the only descendant left from the original family who built the house. Everyone else had either died or moved away – far away, for she had no family in the immediate area.

For a relatively young (forties) woman who lived alone in an old house, Clementina knew next to nothing about home ...