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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... us to the attic, Mina and I went down the basement to gather the tools we would need for the likely demolition project that would be waiting for us upstairs.

It was almost 5:00 when we got up to the attic. I made a beeline for Dorothy and Lorelei’s room. If there was an entryway into the part of the attic we saw the stairs leading to in that old photo, it would be in the back wall of that room. We pulled all the furniture away from that wall and I studied it closely.

“No electrical outlets or switches on this wall,” I said. I ran my hands along the wall, then banged a few places. “It looks like pretty much standard studs and drywall. The drywall here doesn’t match the plaster on the rest of the walls. This wall is a lot newer. I’d say this wall was probably put up maybe twenty years ago.”

“Not long after Dorothy and Lorelei died,” Mina said. I nodded.

“Well, I guess it’s time to get to work.” I handed dust masks to everyone in the room, opened the windows in the attic, and Mina and I grabbed work gloves and wrecking bars.

I made the first strike, driving the bar into the wall. The bar got about three inches into the wall and hit something hard, like masonry. Mina drove her bar into the wall a couple feet away and got the same result. We pulled back several pieces of drywall, revealing a brick wall painted black. I moved over a couple of feet and punched another hole. Behind that drywall section was a thick wooden door, also painted black, with a heavy ...

... doorknob.

“Bingo,” I murmured.

[To be continued]

Since Part IV had no real sex, I am following it up immediately with Part V, which definitely has a lot of sex. Enjoy!

PART V

It only took the four of us about a half hour to rip down the drywall and studs, exposing the black brick wall and the heavy black wooden door. When we were done we stood back and surveyed the mess.

The brick wall and wooden door were painted glossy black, and the bricks ran from the floor to the ceiling. The door had a heavy doorknob and a deadbolt. We checked the keys we had been given when we bought the house, and a couple of other rings the twins had found in the attic, but none fit.

“So what do we do now?” Callie said, as we sat there and stared at the literal brick wall blocking our path. “The way I see it, we either need to hack through the door or the brick.”

“I vote door,” Mina said, already was hoisting an axe from the tool pile.

“Not so fast, Paula Bunyan,” I shot back. “I bet there’s a key hidden somewhere, we just don’t know where.”

“What about the other wing?” Lila asked.

“Damn good idea.”

We walked down to the other end of the attic and pulled the boxes away from the wall. Close inspection revealed another relatively recent – within the past twenty years or so – drywall job. A little more work with the wrecking bars and we faced another black brick wall. Except the door on this wall was of a more modest make and didn’t even have a lock on it.

I looked around ...