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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... smirked.

“I don’t think their shoulders were the body parts your father was focused on…” she said. The twins giggled.

“What did you find?” I asked Lila, trying to bring the conversation back around.

“Most people in the neighborhood seemed to have collective amnesia about the sisters. The old lady at the very end of the block said something vague about a pair of twins who did ‘unnatural things’ and used to have what she called ‘special friends’ who came over sometimes. The guy that lives with his son two doors down, Mr. Dover, he was kind of weird. He said he had known the twins, and said he had even dated Lorelei at one point. He also mentioned ‘unnatural things’ and seemed to still be carrying some kind of a grudge after all these years. While he didn’t overtly say it, it felt like he thought they got what they deserved. And he said the same things as Angelina about nobody wanting them to receive a proper burial. I can’t say why, but I think he knows a lot more than he is letting on. And he got real twitchy talking about Angelina. Super strange, like there was – or had been – something between them.”

“‘Unnatural things’ sounds like a twin thang,” Callie said, nudging Mina. “Oh, and one more thing. Random as fuck, we stumbled upon some old photos of a parade in town in the 90s. One of them had a shot of our house. Notice something different?”

Another paper slid across the table at me. I studied the grainy photocopy.

“Not offhand,” I said.

“There’s a set ...

... of stairs on the side leading up to the attic.”

“There’s a room up there, that’s not surprising if someone was living up there.”

“But there are no doors up there to the outside. And look closely. The stairs lead up to the back. The attic is in the front of the house in the center wing. Neither of the side wings have serviceable attics – or so we were told. But those steps lead to the back. What the fuck.”

I stared. She was right.

“So, pulling this all together,” I started. “There were these twins who apparently lived in the attic who may or may not have been lovers, but were doing ‘unnatural things’ and who had some ‘special’ friends who visited them from time to time. They were murdered in their early thirties and the town covered it up. They were seemingly denied a proper burial and their ashes are MIA. There seems to be some additional sections to the attic that we haven’t uncovered, we will need to search for them this afternoon. This means we will likely need to bash through some walls. Am I missing anything?”

“Just the part about where we get lunch and take a nap before we go up there,” Lila said.

Unfortunately, when you have four people who got no sleep the previous night and who are a little scared of sleeping at night, and you feed them lunch then let them take a nap in the daylight, the nap can be long.

It was 4:30 PM when I woke up. I roused Lila and the twins, then while Lila and Callie made coffee and filled a couple of thermoses to take with ...