The Green Lady - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

The Green Lady - A Halloween Story

... privacy, but the reality is that the pigment invented by Mister Scheele that was used to create these wonderful green colors... even the green of this dress... contains arsenic. Over the months I began to get pale and weak. They said it was a form of female consumption.”

Loretta now stood staring at the naked woman with her mouth open. “Harold sobbed so convincingly at my funeral, but by then I knew what he had done.”

The sound of a key being inserted in the door interrupted them. “Go quickly,” the woman said. Then she smiled and said, “And if you still need me, I will always be here on Halloween.”

Loretta opened the doors of the wardrobe and pushed the secret latch the woman had talked about. There was a steep, narrow stairway which led downward into darkness. She felt her way to the bottom and then fumbled around until she found the latch. She had to push hard to open the door and winced as the hinges squeaked and squealed. But no one seemed to notice as she stepped out onto the back porch. From the outside, the door was covered by a large shutter for the dining room windows. Luckily none of the lumber and old furniture which littered the back porch had been piled against that shutter.

Loretta hurried around the house ...

... and came back in through the front door. She hurried up the staircase to the third floor to find a knot of security people standing in front of the woman’s bedroom door.

“Is there a problem?” she asked innocently.

“Someone picked the lock on this door and was having sex in there,” the man replied.

“Are you sure?” Loretta asked sweetly.

The man held up a black thong and said, “This isn’t an antique.”

Loretta blushed slightly and then gasped. Over the man’s shoulder she could see a decrepit room with greenish wall paper peeling from the walls. There was a broken bed covered in bits of plaster and debris against one wall. Fragments of green drapes hung alongside each window.

“But how in the hell did they get out of there?” another of the security men asked aloud.

“Maybe they went down the secret staircase,” Loretta said smiling broadly.

“What secret staircase?” the man barked.

“Doesn’t every old house like this have secret staircases?” Loretta replied, “... and ghosts.”

“Just go back to the party,” the man said somewhat angrily.

“I think I will,” Loretta replied. “And I will definitely be back next year.”

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