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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... seem to come in pairs, like they were owned by twins. Were there ever any twins that lived in the house? I have a pair of twin daughters and twins run in my wife’s family, so that point is also particularly of interest to us.”

“Yes,” Angelina said, turning to glance out the window as she remembered. I noticed that she had managed to unobtrusively pop open another button, revealing a healthy slice of skin below the bra. She casually fiddled with the next button in line as she continued. “That would be Dorothy and Lorelei Helmsworth. They were born in 1968 and lived in the house for their entire short life. Sadly, they died in a car crash in their early thirties. It was New Year’s eve 2000, the millennial celebration. They were out partying, had a little too much to drink, and became another sad reminder that drinking and driving don’t mix. It was quite tragic.”

“Oh wow,” I said. “They lived in the house – my house? Did they by any chance live in that room in the attic.”

For the first time, I noticed something flash across Angelina’s face, like I had hit a nerve. She stifled it almost immediately, but it had been there. She turned back towards the window, gazed out, and, sure enough, another button popped open. If I kept this conversation going long enough, she would have been topless by the time we were done. She turned back and I again made it a point to let her see me eyeing her offered decollete.

“I surely wouldn’t know. I never set foot in the attic until the ...

... house came on the market. They were a very...strange pair, and they did some rather unnatural things. They died when I was in my early twenties, but they were kind of insular. They lived there with their married other sister who was a few years older and had a son. That son is the one you bought the house from.”

“Is the sister still around?” I asked.

“No, she sadly passed two years ago. Stroke. Sudden and shocking.”

I felt like I was reaching the end of useful questioning. It was helpful, but I wasn’t sure I really had unearthed anything groundbreaking.

“Thanks for the help,” I said, rising to go. “Out of curiosity, are the twins buried around here anywhere?”

The dark look flashed across her face again.

“Nobody in this town would give them a proper burial, and sadly, hardly anyone grieved their passing. I know they were cremated, but I have no idea where their ashes are. They were an odd pair, and you know how small towns can be.”

There was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation, then Angelina shrugged and smiled, still fingering her blouse. “Here I go again, acting like the town’s crazy cat lady. The Helmsworths must have disposed of the ashes. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

I thanked her and rose, but before I could slip from the office she darted around the desk and gave me another full-body hug. She managed to rub her chest up my shirt so one of her breasts was just about free of her bra when she held it against me. Her nipple was hard through my ...