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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... shirt. She embraced me for longer than I was comfortable with then she stepped back and smiled.

“If there is anything else you need, or if you run into any issues at home…” she left a brief pregnant pause right here and looked at me hopefully, one of her breasts practically bare “...you just let me know. I’m always here to help.”

I was really glad when I made it back out into the light of the mid-morning sun, free of the overly-helpful and overly-hopeful Angelina.

Before I went home I swung by the town’s main cemetery. The Helmsworth plot was easy to find, they had been in the town for generations, and as Angelina had indicated, there was no headstones for Dorothy or Lorelei anywhere. It was as if they had never existed.

I got home around 11:30. The twins were already back and they were in the living room with Lila, papers strewn across the coffee table.

“What’ve you got?” I asked, sitting down and looking expectantly.

“You first,” Lila said. I nodded and filled them in on my discussion with Angelina, including her gratuitous displays of cleavage.

“Wow,” Mina said. “That connects partially with some things we found. Here are a couple of key points. First off, Dorothy and Lorelei Helmsworth did die in the early hours of January 1, 2000. Here are copies of some of the paper accounts of the apparent accident.” She slid some printouts from microfiche machines across to me. “The official word is that they had been drinking at the time, at least that was ...

... the story the folks in the town told. Unfortunately for the locals, next to their sleepy little hamlet is a larger and somewhat more cosmopolitan college town, so at the state level, they didn’t quite buy the story. There was an official investigation.” More papers slid across the table. “The final report was very interesting.” Another paper. “The coroner found no trace of alcohol or drugs in their systems...but they had bullet holes in their heads.” Another paper. “And nobody was ever charged, it’s considered a cold case.”

“Bullet holes?” I asked, shocked.

“They were murdered, nobody was brought to justice, and the local papers said nothing about it.”

“Neither did Angelina,” I added, irked.

“She may not have known,” Lila said. “If they covered it up.”

“That girl knows everything that goes on in this burg. She knew. Damn her.”

Callie gave a wry shake of her head. “Two unpopular young women are alone in a car late on New Years Eve. They’re murdered on a lonely road in a small town. Nobody around to see what happened. Props to the state for trying, but it seems like the town probably closed ranks around...someone...and the state reached a dead end.”

“By the way,” Mina said. “When you had your...um...thing with the Helmsworth sisters last night, did you notice the tattoos on the back of their shoulder blades? They each had their name written there. It’s in the autopsy report, and it seems like the only way to tell them apart.”

I shook my head. Lila ...