The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue
Date: 2/12/2024,
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“Okay,” Angelina said. “They were shot in the head.”
“Obviously, one look at them now and that point is obvious. The important question is, by who?”
“How would I know?”
Lila added another inch of depth. Angelina unleashed a stream of curses at my wife, my daughters, and my ancestry.
Personally, I was enjoying this spectacle. The fact that my hot, slender college-aged twin daughters were tag-teaming their young mouths on my cock didn’t hurt either.
Lila asked her the next question. “Were you at the New Years Eve party the night they died?”
“No.”
Lila slid in yet another inch. Angelina groaned and swore. She sounded legitimately uncomfortable. I held up a picture showing her at the party, then the one showing she left right after the Helmsworth twins.
“Wrong answer,” I said. “Want to try again?”
“Yes, I was there.” She sounded defeated.
“What happened?”
She paused a long time, then finally spoke.
“Look, I was just a college student. My parents were really hard on me. They could only afford the local college but because I lived nearby I was low priority for student housing. The...the...killer...paid for me to have an apartment next to the university. I was his side piece, which sucked, but I got to get out of a bad home situation. Fucking a guy a few years your senior in exchange for a more stable living situation isn’t such a bad deal. And I worked as a drink girl for ...
... the Helmsworth twins when they had their little parties. It was strange, but fun. I was young, I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Who killed them?” I asked.
“Please don’t do this. I’m sorry for what happened, but I had nothing to do with it.”
“I never said you did,” I replied. “Name please.”
Silence.
I nodded to Lila. She slid in another inch, meaning Angelina had taken about a foot into her ass. She howled, sweat pouring down her face.
“This is torture!” she cried.
“Name, please,” I said.
“Bart Dover.”
“Wow, the guy who lives two doors down from me?”
Lila slid a couple inches back out. Angelina sighed in relief.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “Yes, the Mr. Dover who lives on your street. After he was rejected by Dorothy he held a serious grudge. And when the twins began having their evil little orgies, that was too much. He was at the party that night when the twins showed up. He had drank a little too much. When they left shortly after the ball drop, he followed them and forced them off the road. I tried to stop him, but he hit me. He shot them with their own pistols. A week later, he came to me and asked me to get their ashes. He gave me a wad of cash. So I stole them. Nobody gave a shit, everyone thought they were freaks and we were better off with them gone.”
“Do you know where their ashes are?”
She shook her head. “I don’t, and I’m not lying. I had nothing to do with that. After the shooting, I broke off with Bart Dover, dropped out of ...