The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

PART I

It was around 9:00 when I pulled into the driveway. I had worked a late at the office then hit the gym on the way home. My wife, my daughters, and I had spent much of the summer moving into our “new-old house”, so now that September was here, I needed to get caught up on both work and my workout regimen.

I noticed that there were a half dozen heavy black contractor trash bags piled at the end of the driveway. The attic of the old house had been full of junk from the previous owners who had lived in the house for three generations. Some of the stuff might be sellable, but of a lot of it was trash. My twin daughters had volunteered to make the first pass through the attic if they got to keep anything they wanted. That seemed like a fair trade to me, and I was glad that they had followed through, as the bags by the curb indicated.

I grabbed my laptop case and my gym bag out of the car and headed inside. I could hear the voices of the twins, Callie and Mina, down the hall. I dropped my gym bag at the foot of the stairs, my laptop in the office, then headed down to the twins room.

The house was over 150 years old, and the master suite was at one end of the house off on its own while the bedrooms (and my office) were off on the other side of the house, forming sort of an “C” shape with the main living space in the middle wing, and an open patio courtyard between, leading to the backyard.

The twins’ room was at the far end of the hallway in that wing, and ...

... their door was open. I stuck my head inside.

“Hi guys,” I said. Callie and Mina, were sitting on their beds, bent over their college schoolwork.

“Hi Dad,” Callie said, smiling up at me. She and her twin sister got up and they both gave me hugs.

“Looks like you guys were working in the attic today. Find anything good you want to keep?” I asked.

“We’ve found a bunch of cool old dresses we’re keeping, and some old lingerie,” Mina said. “They are a little big for us, but with some needlework we can make them fit. There was an old music box Callie wants, and a few other things. There are definitely some vintage clothes and some old tools that you can sell. There are a couple of crates of old vinyl we poached a few records from, and even some 45’s you probably want to take a look at. We’ve taken what we want, so anything that’s left up there is fair game. Oh, and we didn’t drag that furniture out of the bedroom up there yet. I figured you’d want to look at it now that all the crap is off of it. It might be sellable. So, other than that, we’re done with our part.”

“Awesome,” I said. “I appreciate you taking the initiative on that. Anything else exciting going on?” I have to admit I wanted to change the subject because it looked like Callie was about to get up and go to the closet to dig out the clothes they found. I knew if this turned into a fashion show I’d be here until midnight.

“Each professor seems to think they are the only one assigning homework…” Callie said, ...