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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... do that?” Callie asked.

“There are probably three avenues of approach,” I said. “One avenue is to look for news articles about this place, either online or at the library. The second avenue is to talk to the neighbors. And the third avenue is to check back with the Realtor to see if they have any background on the house or the family that used to live here.”

“Callie and I can do the research angle,” Mina said. “We’re doing so much of it already for class that it makes sense for us to do it.”

Lila nudged me. “You should talk to the Realtor,” she said. “Miss Angelina definitely has the hots for you. Lay on some charm, show her a little of those pecs, and I bet her mouth and her legs open right up.” I rolled my eyes.

“You would trust me to talk her after what happened up in the attic last night?”

Lila kissed me on the cheek.

“Outside of our ghostly roomies, I trust you to keep it all in the family,” she said and winked at the twins. I looked down at the the table and brushed away a crumb awkwardly while the twins giggled. I cleared my throat.

“You can chat up the neighbors,” I said back to her. “You’re very good at that.”

“Seriously though, to Mom’s earlier point,” Mina added, a hint of angst creeping into her voice. “We probably want to make a solid investigation of the attic and all the stuff again, together, not alone. I’ll bring that trash in from the curb before the collectors come. We should go through it again in case there’s something ...

... relevant to our situation.”

“That makes sense,” Lila said. “So we all get of the house by 8:30 and we convene back here by 12:30 for lunch and a nap, then we attack the attic again. Agreed?”

We all nodded.

“One final thing,” I said, a thought coming to me. “Before my adventure last night, had anyone been up there after dark for any extended period of time?”

Shakes of heads around the table confirmed what I had thought.

“Then let’s make a new rule that nobody goes up there alone.” Everyone agreed.

The realty office opened at 8:00. I figured face-to-face was a better approach. I called and Angelina said she would be around, so I drove over.

Angelina was roughly the same age as Lila and I, maybe a couple years older, and her family had lived in the town for several generations. She knew her way around and some of the history of the place, so I was hopeful. When she had shown us the house, she had mentioned that the previous family, the Helmsworths, had lived there for three generations and had taken pretty good care of the place. The last grandkids had moved and sold the place when they took a job out-of-state. They had been on a tight timeline and part of the reduced price of the house had been that we had to inherit the junk in the attic – or at least that was what we were told. We had had the place inspected three times before we closed the deal – including specific plumbing and electrical inspections - and it seemed like a steal. Now I was beginning to ...