The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... line looked really, really scared and upset. In short, they looked like they had all seen ghosts. A lot of ghosts. Enough ghosts to fill all those graves up at Bart’s shack. The town had become something straight out of Ghostbusters. There were bloody twin women wandering around the sidewalks, some dressed in the tattered clothes they had died in, some wearing nothing at all. They were knocking on doors, and if the guilty didn’t open, they went in anyway.

It was not a good night if you were one of the people who looked the other way all those years – which included about half of the town’s population.

The town was in absolute mayhem. Beautiful, righteous, well-deserved mayhem. We drove to the center of town and parked, just to watch the justice being served.

Around 2:30 AM, having seen enough, we drove home. We were all exhausted as we slowly climbed out of the SUV.

“What’s going on in the attic?” Callie asked, pointing upward. The house had two windows in front that opened from the attic. Both windows now glowed with a bright light coming from within.

We went inside and cautiously climbed up the stairs. The entire attic was suffused with a bright white light and standing within, there were twenty young women, all twins. The Helmsworths were there, along with nine other pairs of women I didn’t recognize. Strangely, they were all naked.

Dorothy stepped forward.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You can speak?” I asked.

“I can now, we all can. You’ve given all ...

... of us a voice.” There were murmurs of assent among the other women.

I looked around at the ghostly women who stood, crowded into the attic and spilling over into the twins’ room. It was too much. It had just been a little over 72 hours since I lay back on that bed and unexpectedly met the Helmsworth twins. So much had happened.

I broke down and wept. My wife and my daughters did as well.

Dorothy smiled down, laying her hand on my shoulders.

“You are exhausted, overwrought. Go get some sleep. We can talk more when you’ve rested. We are all so very grateful to all four of you for what you’ve done.”

The glow in the room faded some, and the other women slowly flickered out, until there was just a faint reddish glow and only Dorothy, Lorelei, and two young blonde twins remained. They helped us undress, get bathed because we were all muddy, and crawl into bed.

The story (and our pictures) were all over the news by the time we made it out of bed early afternoon the next day. A couple reporters showed up at the door and we sent them away empty-handed. The state police stopped by courteously several times just to see how we were doing. My boss, Lila’s boss, and the twins’ professors all told us to take some time off after what we’d found up in the mountains. So we decided to take them up on that advice.

All four of us were listless and exhausted Monday. We lay around the house, drained, vacantly staring at whatever happened to be on the television at the moment – ...